Arizona POV

Her big brown eyes batted her long flowing eyelashes as she looked at me in wanting, she graced the door frame with her insinuating curves. Her ellipse body gently hugging her black sheer lingerie, as she posed for me along the door frame. My mouth watering at the thought of ravishing every inch of her; from her pink, plump lips down to her bare, wet center. Her short, black, curly hair bounced in unison as she glided toward me. She smiled keenly at me, as I lay back on the bed; my breast perky, center wet and horny in every possible way. She climbs on top of me, licking her lips; she caresses the side of my face down to my bucking hips and kisses me passionately. The taste of her sent electric impulses through my entire body. I grab her smooth, curvy waist towards me, deepening the kiss. She moans through the kisses and I roll her over basking in all of her beauty.

I thrust two fingers into her hot, wet core, "Oh, baby...Aye mami!" She moans. I thrust harder and deeper inside of her, uncontrollably losing myself in her. I shove two more fingers into her, "Oh...Oh!" She gasps. "Do you like that? Do you like feeling me inside of you?" I ask sternly, I grab her throat and lift her up towards me. "Answer me, bitch!" I growled into her ear, I started moving in and out of her fiercely. "Yes! Yes, mami, I like it! I like it!" She yelled. I started feeling gushy, juices run along my hand. She opens her legs wider, trying to feel my hand deeper inside of her. My hand grips tighter around her neck and she grabs the bars on the headboard. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me!" She screams in pleasure as she releases her secretions into my hand. Hearing her release like that is music to my ears. Her hips began to buck and her legs are shaking.

I knew she wanted more, she always does. I turn her over on her hands and knees. Her ass was firm, round and smooth to the touch. I slide under her with my face at her steamy center. I pull from her hips to sit on my face and open my mouth on her hot, wet core. I feel her pulsating in my mouth, as my tongue slides up and down the middle of her core. Tickling her sensitive clit, she grinds on my face letting out a sexy moan, "Ooh!" She quickly then freezes on top of me and stutters, "A-Ar-Ari-zo-zona." I turn my head to see Callie's ex-husband stumbling in our bedroom doorway, holding our cooing, newborn daughter.

We quickly get into an upright position and Callie quickly motions behind me, "Give me my daughter and nobody will get hurt." I say sternly. The look of him slouched over with an insidious smirk on his face takes me into a place to scary to come back from. "What are you doing here, you know that you are not allowed within 1,000 ft of me or Sophia." Callie hesitates clenching onto my arm so hard her white french tip nail leave indentions in my skin. "I think that I am entitled to see MY daughter when I want to." He looks at Callie with a devilish gaze, "Mmmm, I almost forgot how sexy you are, Callie." He looks her up and down with a dangerous smirk and then back at me. "Just give me my daughter and leave." I frustratingly state for the second time. My flaming eyes never taking him out of my site. Sofia whimpers at the intense silence taking place in the room. "What about a trade? You have something that I want and I have something that you want." He gives a treacherous, lustful look at Callie. I notice how tense Callie has become at this point, looking away from him in shame; "Give me my daughter! I am not going to ask you again." I am on the brink of becoming menacingly violent at this point. He calmly hands over a potentially upset Sofia to me and backs away slowly not taking his eyes off of Callie. He holds up a little baggie of white powder and waves it in the air. Callie did not take her eyes off of the bag, licking her lips at the thought of enduring the mind blowing high that will make all of her problems go away; at least for the time being.

"See what you like babygirl?" She hesitantly answers no, looking away from drugs onto the floor. She promised to get clean when she found out she was pregnant with Sofia. "Get out of my house, NOW!" I demand. He inches closer to Callie and grabs her hand to pull her to her feet, "Arizona!" Callie cries as she attempts to resist him. Keeping me at a distance with a gun to my face and my daughter crying in my hands; he gracefully pulls Callie into an embrace and attempts to kiss her, but when she refused he back hands her forcefully across her face, causing her let out a shuddering cry. My blood began to boil as I witnessed my wife being hurt by this son-of-a-bitch once again. Sofia now is bawling intensely as I place her properly onto our bed. I grab the finely sharpened, 9 in switchblade that is hidden under our mattress for times like these. This is not first time he has attempted to drag Callie out her our house. Callie attempts to get away from him, when he grabs her roughly and starts shaking her violently, Callie is no longer able to talk as familiar, depressed tears stream down her face.

While his attention is focused solely on Callie with his back to me, I place the knife to the front of his neck, "Leave my wife alone and get the hell out of my house before I slit your throat and have blood splattered all over my perfectly clean walls. You have 2 seconds before you die where you stand." He raises his hands in surrender and backs away from Callie with an arrogant look on his face and the gun still in his hand, "I'll be back, you know I will." With that being said he nonchalantly leaves without saying another word.

Callie POV

I can't believe that just happened, is this really happening? I need a fix...I can't deal with this anymore! Why does he continue to taunt me like this? How does he continue to find me?...I need to get away...I don't know what to do! I stand there staring at the wall, zoning out to the thought of blissful absence I could have engaged, but Arizona was standing right there. I had promised her that I would quit. But how can I say no to such a wonderful feeling...an endless vacation in my head; until the high wears off anyway. I realize how bad I finning until Arizona snapped me out of my thoughts, "Callie, are you okay?" She asked concerned, walking towards me. I try to hold my shaking hands as still as possible, so that Arizona would not notice. I rush over to Sofia to try to distract my jonesing fit. Arizona hasn't taken her eyes off of me. I sit in the rocking chair with Sofia to attempt to sing her a lullaby, meanwhile, sweat profusely drenching every part of my body, my body shaking uncontrollably and my mind solely focused on the next time I can get a fix.

Flashback

He was an arrogant, selfish, abusive ass that did everything but treat me like a normal human being. Yet, I still loved him; I still wanted to marry him. But who else wanted me? Who else would give me a family, a baby that I have longed for, for the longest. I already picked a name out for my daughter, Sofia; after my late grandmother. The thought of my future child was crushed as my soon-to-be husband waltzes through my dressing room door…..drunk. "Seriously, on our wedding day? You have to be drunk at this moment?!" I ask distressed. "Callie, a sensible man would have to be intoxicated with anything to even look at your sorry, pathetic ass." I stand there speechless as he insults me, contemplating spending the rest of my life with this man. "So, are we doing this or not? I don't have all day." He asks impatiently. "Oh right, and what would you be doing; wasting another check on another one of your whores? Or passed out on the couch for days at a time? One would think that you would do this for your child." He turns me around and tightly grips his hand around my neck. I gasp for air desperately before he releases roughly, "I'll be waiting." He leaves me to look at the reddened hand print around my neck, with whiskey lingering behind him. The thought of him is just too much...I have to get out of here…..