My Husband’s Rival Wants Me

Sienna “We just have to give them what they want,” Sienna,” Callum murmured against my neck. His voice was husky, a low vibration that sent a shiver down my spine. His fingers traced a slow line down my bare back. “One year of giving our parents the satisfaction of seeing us happily married. Then we get a quiet divorce and walk away.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, staring at the dark ceiling of the room as his lips brushed against my jawline. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pulling him down to bury my face in his neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his cologne. “One year,” I whispered back, forcing my voice to sound just as careless and detached as his. “No expectations. No strings.” That was the biggest lie I’d ever told. On the outside I was playing it cool, acting like this was just an arrangement between us. “Good,” Callum muttered, his grip tightening on my hips as he shifted his weight fully over me. His eyes locked onto mine in the dark, burning with an intensity that made my breath hitch. “Just remember the rules, Sienna. Once those rings are on tomorrow, it’s just s*x between us behind closed doors. No messy emotions. No real husband and wife situation.” I let out a soft, dry laugh, my hands sliding up his broad shoulders to cup the back of his head. “You’re overthinking this, Callum. We’ve already been through this topic before.” I pulled his face down to mine. “Now stop talking and focus.” His mouth came down on mine in a rough, heavy kiss that completely stole my thoughts, and every chance of reasoning. “You completely blow my mind, Sienna. And now, you’re gonna be mine to make love to whenever.” I moaned softly against his lips on mine. His tongue tangled with mine, possessive and demanding. I arched my back, burying my fingers against his hair as he trailed a path of burning kisses down my throat, his hands mapping every curve of my body like he owned it. He actually did. Every touch sent a shiver down my spine, every ragged breath we shed felt like a confession. Callum lost himself in me, kissing every inch of my body, His hands cupped my t**s. Taking my n*****s in his mouth, and sucking hard enough to get me wet again. “Callum,” I gasped. “You like this, yeah?” “Yes,” I moaned softly. “I love when you do this. Feels so good.” “I love having you in my bed, Sienna.” “I love being in it.” “You’re sure? I want to know how you feel when I’m deep inside of you.” “Insane! No words!” “Love to hear it,” he said, laughing softly. Callum’s hands went for my t**s again, sucking just as hard as he took in one n****e at a time, while his hands circled on the other. “Spread them for me, Sienna,” he ordered. I obeyed, spreading my legs apart as his fingers traced down to my clits, rubbing it softly, then his tongue found my entrance as he ate like a starved man, while he worked his fingers around it. The sensation went straight to my brain, I could feel it so strong, I held his head, my fingers digging into his hair. I didn’t know when these exact words came out. “ I love what you do to me. Don’t stop, please.” “I’m not gonna stop. We are going all night before you become my wife tomorrow.” He kept eating my p***y till I couldn’t hold it any longer, the feeling was unexplainable. He kept going, dragging his tongue around my c**t, I couldn’t take it anymore when my body went still, as it exploded with euphoria as I came in Callum’s mouth. “Taste so good,” he whispered. Callum pulled me up as I lay down, already exhausted from multiple orgasms. “Get up, Sienna. We’re not done.” “Callum,” I said, my breath hitched. “I said we’re not done,” Callum repeated, his gaze meeting mine. I shifted so I could arch my waist. He slid in deep inside of me, thrusting slowly, then he went faster, rougher. We made love over and over again till we were nearly out of breath. “Best p***y in the world,” he whispered, before sliding my hands off him as he fell asleep instantly. *** The bright morning sun hitting my face is what woke me up. I blinked a few times before reaching over to pull the curtain close. Callum was already standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his collar before sliding his watch onto his wrist. Whatever happened between us last night didn’t seem to matter anymore this morning. He glanced at me as he pocketed his phone. “The drivers will be downstairs by noon. The ceremony is at two. Make sure your PR team has the press releases ready before we leave. Our parents have a lot riding on this marriage.” I sat up, resting my back against the headboard as I pulled the sheet over my chest. “You’re leaving already?” “I have a quick meeting with the legal team at the main estate. We still need to finalize a few things in the contracts.” He picked up his briefcase from the chair. “There’s no need for both of us to sit through that. Enjoy the villa for the morning. The driver will come back to pick you up before the ceremony.” He headed for the door, then paused and looked at me. “Do you need anything?” “No, I’m good. Just don’t forget the rings.” A small smirk crossed his lips. “I don’t make mistakes with important things, Sienna. See you at two.” The heavy click of the door closing behind him echoed through the quiet room. I slumped back against the pillows and stared at his empty side of the bed. The sheets carried a faint trace of his cologne, along with everything that had happened between us last night. Now, it was back to business. I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders as a quiet realization settled in my chest. By this afternoon, I’ll officially be his wife. From the moment I walk down that aisle, I’ll be Mrs Westbrook on paper, and our nights together will be nothing more than scheduled s*x.