Two Holidays, One Sin

Callie's POV 

I felt his warm hands on me again, claiming me roughly. My back arched, and a gasp tore from my lips as his mouth closed around my nipple. 

He was slow yet deliberate, like he wanted to memorise the way I trembled beneath him. His wicked tongue was circling and teasing my nipple. One hand pinned my wrist above my head and the other...

"Dominic," I breathed. 

A groan escaped his lips like he was in pain. Or bliss. Maybe both. His lips moved lower, trailing heat over my skin, while his fingers were driving me insane as they slid deeper. 

Just as I felt the pressure inside me tighten and was ready to snap, the sharp ring of my phone shattered everything. 

I jerked upright in bed, my chest heaving. My thigh was wet and my heart was pounding harder. But I still could feel his touch on my skin. The ache that pulsed between my legs wasn't from sleep.

"Jesus," I whispered, pushing my hair back. Another dream again. 

My cheeks burned as I stared into the ceiling, reliving the moment. That made it four nights in a row this week. I hated that he haunted me like this. 

It had been years since I left London. Years since I'd tried to bury what I felt for him. I'd tried to grow up, date, move on and pretend I didn't see him every time I closed my eyes. 

But Dominic Bennett was like a thorn in my flesh that I couldn't remove. And I was bleeding from it. 

FEW HOURS LATER

By the time I stepped off the train in London, my numb hands in the cold dragged my heavy suitcase, while my steps were slow. 

I was exhausted physically, emotionally and in every way that mattered. The cold slapped me hard as I hauled my suitcase through the terminal. The bitter wind bit through my coat. 

Christmas decorations were in every corner of the terminal. People jostled around, with winter boots and jackets. 

I hadn't planned to come back. Even if I had, not like this. But after losing my job, a failed relationship and my apartment lease all in one month, I didn't have much choice. 

My parents had already gone abroad to be with my sister after her delivery, leaving me the house. They had begged me to join them in Paris, but I couldn't. I told them I needed the quirt. 

But truthfully? I needed to fall apart somewhere familiar. 

The house was silent when I got there. Dropping my bags, I stood in the hallway, looking at the framed photos that hadn't changed. My smile in them looked fuller and brighter. I didn't feel like that girl anymore. 

The doorbell rang before I could fully settle.  Before I could open it, the door flew open. My eyes flew open when I saw the person standing before me. 

"Jenna?" I blinked hard. "What...?" 

"My parents said you'd be alone." She grinned and