Chapter 218

The stare-off continues for an uncomfortably long amount of time. Around us, I see Gladys’s servants take notice, and my own worry sets in. If this continues, will they attack Caleb? Is Caleb willing to go to war to keep me safe and by his side?

I fear I already know the answer to that.

Yet, before it can come to fruition, Gladys backs down first, looking away.

“Very well,” she says. “But know this insult will be remembered.”

Caleb replies, “I’m counting on it.”

Gladys hums lowly. “Well, after the long travel to get here, I can understand how tired you both must be. Rather than continuing this… pleasant conversation, I will bid you goodnight. My butler can see you both back to your room.”

“That’s not necessary,” Caleb says. “We can find our own way.”

“Truly, I insist,” Gladys says. She waves her butler forward. He walks toward us, his eyes steely, his expression blank.

“Goodnight, then,” I tell Gladys.

Caleb says nothing at all.

Gladys turns and walks out of the dining room. She does not tell us where she is going.

Caleb holds out his arm for me to take. Once I do, he escorts me from the dining room to the stairs. We know the way back to the bedroom and navigate their on our own. The butler wordlessly follows along behind us.

Only when we are in the bedroom, with the door closed behind us, are we truly alone. Well, as alone as we can be with those listening devices in the room.

“We should try to get some sleep,” Caleb says. “Tomorrow will prove to be another long day, I’m sure.”

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep,” I tell him. “Given everything that’s happened… I don’t know.”

I have a hard enough time sleeping in strange places, but places where people want to actively kill me? Even with Caleb beside me, keeping me safe, I’m not sure I’ll be able to relax enough to find any sleep at all.

“You need help clearing your mind,” Caleb says.

I glance up at him and immediately spot the growing fire in his eyes.

“Have I told you how amazing you look in that dress?” he asks.

“No,” I reply.

“You do,” he says. He drags his gaze down my body, looking his fill. I feel the weight of his gaze like a caress down over my breasts and then lower, to my hips. “But I bet you’d look even better out of it.”

“Caleb…” I say lightly, still thinking about the listening devices littered throughout the room. I’m not fond of having an audience to our lovemaking, though… being overheard has never stopped us before.

My willpower is quickly evaporating.

“You are mine,” Caleb says. Stepping closer to me, he wrapped his arms around me. Lowering his lips to my ear, he whispered, “I’d make sure they’d hear you scream my name even without the listening devices.”

Anticipation struck hot and fast through my body, making me quiver while my pussy wept.

Scenting the air, he smirked. “There it is. Your desire. Give yourself over to me, Harper. Trust me to take care of the rest.”

It’s such a simple command. One that is so easy to accept and obey.

Turning my face into his, I seek out his lips with my own and kiss him, giving him my consent.

Scooping me up into his arms, he carries me to the bed. Slowly, he disrobes us both, and then appreciates my body with his hands and mouth.

I’m moaning, enjoying myself thoroughly, but not ready to start screaming yet. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m still conscious of where we are and who might be listening.

It’s distracting me, keeping me from falling over the edge into oblivion.

Caleb must see this as a personal challenge.

He lines himself up with me and plunges his hard dick deep inside of me so hard that it knocks the breath out of me.

Then, without warning, he starts a ruthless, punishing pace, thrusting and bucking against me. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the air, drowned out quickly by the rising sound of my moans and Caleb’s grunts.

He’s giving me full effort tonight.

Showcasing his strength, he sits back on his heels, dragging me up with him. Flexing his arms, he positively bounces me up and down on his dick. His eyes fall on my tits, watching them jiggle. His hands are hard on my hips.

I claw at his shoulders. I’m being used like a doll, but it’s so fucking hot, I don’t even care. With this new angle, he’s hitting that tender bundle of nerves inside of me, causing me to cry out.

“Ah!”

Finally, blissfully, my mind is filled with nothing but thoughts of Caleb as he absolutely fucks me into the next dimension. It feels so good, so perfect, it’s nearly overwhelming. I can’t breathe, can’t think.

Can only moan and cry and beg.

“My name,” he growls between his own grunts and gasps. “Say my name!”

“C-Caleb!” I cry.

“Louder!” he shouts.

“Caleb!!”

“Fucking louder, Harper! Tell everyone who is fucking you so good.”

“Please, a-ah! CALEB!”

Lifting me up, he pins me to the headboard. With me trapped between the wall and his hard body, he latches his mouth over one of my nipples.

I’m entirely lost now. The pleasure is so hot that it burns and burns.

“Caleb! C-Caleb!! CALEB!!”

I scream again and again, as he pushes me right up to the edge. Then, like a punch, my orgasm shakes through me, making me scream, wordlessly at the top of my lungs.

Caleb follows me over the edge, coming deep inside of me, his dick twitching fiercely as he growls animalistic with the force of his own orgasm.

It’s a full hour before either of us chances moving again.

Caleb goes to the bathroom and returns with a damp towel to wipe clean my body. Then, after kissing me and promising to be right back, he disappears into the bathroom for a shower.

While he’s gone, I soak in the bliss of this moment. My limbs are jelly, and even in the depths of enemy lines as we are, I still feel happy.

Only Caleb can do this for me. He truly is my match, a man who can bring me joy and pleasure even in times of fear.

I love him so much.

Despite the hardships of our past, I am so lucky to have him in my life now.

As I lie in bed reminiscing, I heard a strange sort of swooshing noise by the door.

Glancing over, I see that a small bit of paper has been slipped under the door.

Curious, I force my jelly body to move. Pushing myself upright, I grab a nearby robe to cover my nakedness and then pad my way to the door on bare feet.

The slip of paper is just that, like someone had torn part of a page out of a notebook. Grabbing it off the floor, there’s nothing on the back.

Flipping it over, I freeze, reading the warning scrawled there.

Don’t let Gladys take Harper into the library.