Broken Truth by Beth Ashworth Read Free Book Online

benefit and enjoyment, but secretly she knew it was his way of monitoring what she did whilst he was away.
    Although apprehensive at first, Charlie soon found that the small piece of silver was her gateway to the more expensive items in life. Instead of saving every penny from her earnings to buy the latest pair of designer shoes, she now had the power to buy the same pair in as many colours as she could possibly fit in her wardrobe. It was a life she couldn’t have even dreamed of and she made sure she was thankful everyday whilst it continued.
    The apartment’s intercom system buzzed noisily, jolting Charlie from her thoughts. Jumping up from her position at the breakfast bar, she hurried towards the intercom phone on the opposite side of the kitchen.
    “Hi John, is he here?” she practically squealed, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.
    “Yes, Miss Harris. His electronic fob has just been used on the underground garage. He should be with you shortly,” he replied.
    “Thanks John,” Charlie said as she disconnected the call and placed the phone back on to the wall receiver.
    Knowing Callum was mere minutes away, she moved swiftly through the apartment to wait by the private penthouse lift. Fidgeting nervously with her hands, she watched as the numbers on the panel steadily increased through the floors of the building. Growing more and more impatient, she eventually heard the heart stopping ding of the doors opening and Callum’s smooth and sensual voice as it echoed across the marbled foyer.
    “Damn, Baby,” he growled, running an appreciative eye over her body as he entered the foyer. “You look absolutely gorgeous.”
    With a little squeal of excitement, Charlie found herself rushing straight into Callum’s open and waiting arms. His firm and strong grasp held her body tightly against his as his mouth dipped low to claim her lips in a ferocious and practically starved kiss.
    She felt his hands slowly drift down the length of her back to cup her bottom, before he squeezed tightly to encourage her to wrap her legs around his waist. She complied silently, raising one leg to his hip so that Callum could lift her effortlessly against him.
    Sliding her hands to lock around the nape of his neck for support, Charlie gasped at the feel of his erection straining against the material of his trousers.
    “You feel that, Baby?” he rasped breathlessly, looking at her with eager and desire filled eyes that penetrated straight through to the centre of her heart. She shivered nervously from the tingling pleasure his gaze could elicit from her body. “My dick has been as hard as steel for five fucking days thinking about you. I’ve lost count how many times this week I’ve thought about ramming my dick in your hot little pussy, Baby,” he growled roughly against the lobe of her ear. Charlie licked her lips and moaned against his mouth. “You want that don’t you? My dick pounding into that pretty, pink pussy of yours?” he asked as he walked forwards with Charlie held firmly in his arms.
    Keeping her eyes fixed on Callum, Charlie heard the sound of the flower vase scrape across the stone table before it shattered loudly against the floor. Without breaking their eye contact, Callum lowered her body onto the cool hardness of the table in the centre of the penthouse’s foyer.
    Making quick work of his belt, she watched as he pushed down his suit trousers and boxers to free his cock completely. Her eyes widened at the sudden sight of him fully erect and throbbing for attention.
    Callum gripped himself tightly, rubbing his hand up and down his long length whilst watching her reaction. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight,” he said, tugging harshly at her flimsy satin nightie with his free hand. The thin straps holding the material gave way to his force, exposing her nakedness underneath for his perusal.
    Gripping both of her legs, Callum pulled her towards the edge of the table. Unashamedly, Charlie spread