Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

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VANESSA

My fingertips ghost over the delicate lines of the drawing in my lap, in awe of the painstaking detail that went into every stroke of the pencil to create it. It’s a

depiction of me- like every other sketch in this book- and in this one, my eyes are the

main feature, crinkled at the edges, a

giveaway that I’m smiling even though my fists are tucked in front of my mouth to hide it. My hair frames my face in loose waves,

every strand etched with such precision that

you can see the movement in the drawing like it’s captured a moment in time.

Callum is so freaking talented, and something hot burns in my chest every time I look through these drawings, his love poured onto every page. It’s a heady feeling, being his muse. Being the subject of his art, the object of his affection. It’s immense and

overwhelming. Nobody sees me like Callum Conway does.

The sound of a key turning in the lock of his apartment door yanks me out of the trance I’m in, and I jerk my head up, looking

toward the door as Cal lets himself in. He

freezes in the threshold when he sees me seated on his couch, exhaustion and uncertainty written all over his face.

That’s not the only thing on his face. I’m just as taken aback by the sight of him; not because I wasn’t expecting him to return home, but because he’s covered in blood. Crimson lines track down his face, dripping from his saturated hair. His grey t-shirt is splattered and soaked through, and blood coats his tattooed forearms and cakes his knuckles.

“What are you doing here?” Callum asks tentatively, still hovering in the doorway.

I quickly bring myself back from the momentary shock of his appearance,

flipping the sketchbook closed and holding it close to my chest as I rise to my feet.

“Your neighbor let me in with her spare key,” I provide. “She was pretty cranky about it and definitely skeptical that I was your girlfriend. I had to sweet talk her and show her these to prove it.” I hold out the sketchbook to indicate before stooping to slide it onto the surface of the coffee table.

The corner of Cal’s mouth ticks up. “Mrs. Donnelly,” he breathes, his shoulders. sagging as he takes a step inside and swings. the door closed behind him. “She’s a mean old bitch, but she’s a real gem.”

I crack a smile at the accuracy of his description. She had some choice words to describe Cal as well, but despite their barbs, it’s clear that they share affection for one another.

He takes another step further into the apartment, and I suppress a gasp when the light hits him and further illuminates his

macabre appearance.

“Is it done?” I ask quietly, even though the answer to that question is written in red all

over his skin. After Vee filled me in on all the

details of what went down this morning with Troy, I came straight here, knowing I

wanted to be here for Cal when he returned.

Knowing he’d need me.

He nods solemnly, grinding to a halt rather than continuing into the living room to join me. “I… I didn’t want you to see me like this,” he grits out, avoiding eye contact and staring down at his bloody palms.

My bare feet pad against the floo

as I make

my way closer, stepping right up in front of him and reaching up to cup his bloody jaw, ignoring the mess in favor of the man.

underneath it. “You don’t have to hide from

me,” I say gently.

flicker up to meet mine, the look in them

insist, moving with

him to retreat into

thumb, the sticky blood

lifts my hand from his face, lowering it between us,

my skin.

hand to his chest, right over his heart. It thumps beneath my palm as his eyes meet mine again. “If you’re a monster, then you’re my monster,” I say resolutely, pushing up

doesn’t deter me from

kiss.

his lips begin to move against mine, his arms. banding around my waist tightly to anchor me. Or maybe

and cautious, almost

of his lips. I put all my intention behind it, reassuring him

not going

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both breathless as we break the kiss, and when I stare into his eyes, the soul- shattering vulnerability in his gaze nearly brings me to my knees. It’s like he’s stripping himself bare for me, letting me see every part

The talented artist. The tender lover. I

of good and bad, ugly and beautiful. All of it makes him who he is, and I wouldn’t want him any

let’s get you in the

Callum by the hand and

toward his bedroom.

room begins to fill with steam. I undress after him, neither of us saying a word as we step into the shower together and I guide him underneath the stream of water, my fingertips tracing

murmur as I squeeze a glob of shampoo onto my

makes the bubbles turn pink as

his scalp with

winding around my waist and his

relaxes into

the showerhead to wash out the shampoo. “Is he dead?” I ask cautiously, rinsing the pink suds

he was right about now, though.

a brow. “Meaning?”

real sign of a

in time-out.”

cruel and wrong to find satisfaction in someone else’s misery- but I can’t stop the grin from spreading across my face. “The basement?” I ask.

on the skin of my lower back. “Uh huh. He’ll stay there for three days, under guard, and then he’ll be exiled

pack for his

deserves,” I mumble, picking up a washcloth and squeezing body wash onto it. I work it into a lather, then go to work soaping

Cal mutters as I scrub the blood from behind his

will take them in. Sounds like Spence is gonna stay,

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you two can have a shot at building a relationship,” I

we can

rinse it, wringing out the pink- tinged water to splash at our feet. “So if Troy’s locked away… why all the

up to his. “He threatened you,” he states coldly, the silver of his wolf flashing in his irises. “Nobody gets away with

picks up speed as a smile creeps across my lips. “So I’m again?”

ur girl

against his. “You’ve always

his, and when he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, my legs get a little wobbly, liquid fire coursing through my

pop, pinning me against him as he stares down into my eyes intently. “I love you, Ness,” he rasps, pressing his forehead to mine and squeezing

finally put the ghosts of the past to bed, and now we can

short gasp when I feel the twitch of his hard-on against my belly. We may

obviously have other ideas. The persistent thrum between my thighs is getting hard to ignore, and as I slide my palms down the hard planes of his chest, something comes over me

my knees in

he peers down at me, his teeth sinking into his lower lip on a wince as I wrap my hand around his thick cock and give

groan as I slide the head of his dick past my lips, swirling my tongue around the crown before taking him in deeper. His hips jolt forward, his fingers digging into the damp strands of

watching the man above me come undone as I control his pleasure. I take him in as far as I can, the head of his cock bumping the back of my throat before I slide back, guiding my movements with my hand wrapped firmly around his base. He groans louder as I start moving up and down with a steady rhythm, caressing the underside of his shaft with my tongue as I suck him off.

in steady thrusts, perfectly in sync. with the bob of my head. The way he starts to unravel only boosts my enthusiasm – I start to move faster, relaxing my throat and taking him deeper, slurping and licking and sucking until I feel his thighs begin to tremble. He’s right on the

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against the shower wall. I slap my palms up against the tile to brace myself while he angles my hips, and then in one powerful thrust, he slams home, a ragged scream tearing from my throat as he buries

from the abrupt intrusion, pain quickly giving way to mind-numbing pleasure as he grips my hips tighter and starts to pump in and out, setting a punishing pace and hitting a spot deep inside

god,” I babble, his pelvis slapping against my ass

waist, winding around my front to cup my breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly as he continues to hammer into

zing of pleasure straight