"Do it, Izzy," I command softly. "Feel your body. Enjoy it. This is all for you."
Her lips part, her breath coming quick and uneven.
Then, finally—she moves.
Her hands glide up her stomach, her fingertips trailing over her ribs, higher, higher, until they reach her breasts.
I let out a slow, controlled exhale as I watch.
She cups herself, squeezing lightly, her fingers grazing over taut, pink peaks.
I crank up the vibrations on the toy.
She moans, whimpering, arching into her own touch, her back lifting slightly off the pillows.
Fucking perfect.
I adjust my grip on the remote, watching as she teases herself, rolling her nipples, letting herself feel it, letting herself sink deeper into the pleasure.
"That's it, pretty girl," I murmur, my voice like gravel.
Her breath trembles, her thighs twitch, her fingers tighten.
She's incredibly responsive. Perfectly wrecked. Mine.
She whimpers, hips rocking, her body chasing the sensations.
I flick the remote higher. She gasps.
"Cal—"
My name—my real name—on her lips.
It's nearly my undoing.
"Good girl," I praise, gripping my thigh so hard my knuckles go white.
She trembles, breath catching in her throat, then stuttering out in a gasp as her body clenches hard around the toy. It’s buried deep, pulsing in steady waves—watching her come apart like this? It’s pure fucking sin.
Her approaching orgasm is evident—stomach tightening, breath quickening, thighs trembling. She's right at the edge.
I turn the vibrations to the highest setting. She cries out, arching, her fingers gripping the sheets. Her eyes are closed, her chest rising and falling, her body completely open and exposed to me.
“Look at you,” I growl, eyes locked on her face. “You can’t even take it, can you? But you will. You’re going to give me every last fucking twitch.”
She has no fucking clue that I'm the one controlling her pleasure. That I'm the one bringing her to the brink. That I'm the one breaking her apart.
She moans my name, and I fucking lose it.
My other hand moves to my cock, slipping under my waistband, gripping myself hard. I stroke, slow, watching her, feeling her. I'm already so close.
"Izzy," I groan, voice thick. "Come for me."
And she does—back arched, eyes wide and glassy, lips parted in that perfect silent scream as another wave crashes through her. And I just watch, feral and starving, because there’s nothing sweeter than wrecking her like this.
Fuck, it’s too much.
My hand tightens around my cock, my own hips jerking as I stroke harder, watching her fall apart for me.
"Izzy," I rasp.
"Cal—" she whimpers.
That's it. That's fucking it.
I groan, head tipping back, coming hard, spilling into my hand, my entire body locking up as the release tears through me.
Fucking wrecked. Completely undone.
I breathe hard, watching her, my muscles remaining tense, my pulse continuing to pound. I let out a breathless laugh, dragging a hand down my face as I gradually ease the toy off for her. She blinks languidly, her body still buzzing, her eyes hazy and soft.
"Wow," she breathes.
I chuckle, shaking my head, my chest still heaving.
"Yeah," I murmur. "Wow."
She shifts, sighing happily, sinking into the pillows.
I let out a slow breath, running a hand through my hair, watching her.
Naked. Satisfied. Glowing.
And completely unaware that she belongs to me.
Soon, pretty girl. Soon, you'll know.
HE TOOK LEFTOVERS. THEY TOOK MY SANITY.
IZZY
Cal's hands grip the steering wheel with an easy confidence, his long fingers tapping idly against the leather as he drives. I should be paying attention to something other than how good he looks behind the wheel, but my mind keeps drifting back to last night, back to Caleb, back to the way I came completely undone at the sound of his voice. I barely woke up in time for Mass. Seriously. If Cal hadn't woken me up by knocking on Amanda's door, I probably would have slept right through it. I'd felt so damn good this morning—relaxed, loose-limbed, completely sated. The kind of sleep you have when your body has absolutely nothing left to stress about. Which is ironic, considering the Catholic guilt that immediately sank in as I walked into church feeling like a walking sin.
We'd gotten to the cathedral a little late, thanks to my inability to wake up at a reasonable hour, which meant we didn't sit with my family. Honestly, preferable. We'd snuck in toward the back, slipping into a pew just as the priest started the homily.
I hadn't been sure how Cal would feel about attending Mass with me, but he'd seemed... at ease. Unbothered by the incense, the prayers, the rituals. When it was time for communion, I turned to him, expecting to tell him why he couldn't partake, and he'd leaned in and whispered, "Not baptized or confirmed."
He knew the rules of Catholicism. Which... was kind of sexy? I mean, yeah, it was probably because of his military background—a lot of those guys ended up in churches overseas, even if they weren't religious—but still. The fact that he wasn't just winging it? That he knew what he was doing? Yeah. Sexy.
My phone buzzes in my purse and I know without looking it's probably more reactions to the bomb I dropped in the family group chat this morning. God, I can still picture the messages flying in after I sent that text:
Izzy
Just a heads up—I broke up with Evan.
Also I’m bringing someone to Easter. Just a friend from work. Please try and act normal.
Mom
What happened with Evan?!
Luca
What’s his name?
Nico
Is he hot tho
Matteo
The *friend* from work?? Real subtle, Iz.
Luca
If he parks in my spot I’m keying his car.
Nico
Dibs on interrogating him first
Mom
So this is someone new?? Isabella.
Dad
Is he Catholic.
Izzy
Can you all please just be chill for once
Luca
No.
Nico
Absolutely not.
Matteo
I’ll try but no promises.
Dad
I’ll be watching him.
Matteo
I need to vet him.
Luca
I’m bringing the bat.
Nico
I’m bringing the vibes 
Izzy
Regret. Immediate regret.
"How was your night?"
Cal’s voice pulls me back.
I turn, and he’s just there, steady and quiet, and somehow it’s enough to leave me off balance.
I cannot tell him the truth. I mean, how exactly do I explain that I spent my night drinking with Amanda before slipping into her guest bed and letting an AI version of him make me come so hard I saw God?
"Uh, good." I clear my throat. "We drank a lot. Gossiped. You know. Normal girl stuff."
"That's it?" His lips curve slow, knowing. "You hesitated. What are you not telling me?"
I internally combust.
"Nothing!" I wave a hand, staring hard at the road ahead. "Just... a lot of wine. A lot of girl talk. You don't wanna hear it."