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“I can stir it while you talk to him,” I offered. I hoped it didn’t come out too eager. By the hesitant look on his face, it might have.

“Fine. Don’t let it burn.” He handed me the ladle before disappearing into the living room.

I wasted no time, dropping the pills in the pot and stirring. I hoped with everything that they would dissolve by the time he made it back. I covered them with the sauce while stirring consistently, trying to speed up the process. The food did smell good, making my stomach rumble with hunger.

Their voices were distant as they spoke, both glancing in my direction every now and then. Myles’s jaw was set tight as he listened and then he shook his head. Annoyance flickered through me, knowing this was most likely going to be a bust. Myles had made it clear. Fuck him and get my things back or defy him and get nothing.

Foster returned moments later, his expression grim. I didn’t even have to ask; the answer was obvious. “He said the deal stands.” He rolled his eyes like he thought it was stupid before taking the ladle from me.

Figured as much.

I blew out an annoyed breath as I made my way back into the living room. Just as I reached Collin, I crouched down and whispered into his ear so that no one else could hear. “Don’teat the spaghetti.” He shot me a questioning look, the wheels spinning in his head.

I knew that sending him to the shitter would cause a lot of strain on his ribs and stomach. His time would come though. That, I was sure of.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Collin

It’s been two days since our time at the cabin. When Aspen had told me not to eat the food, I didn’t have to wait long to figure out why. Within the hour, all three of the guys were in the bathroom, shitting their guts out while my little firecracker cackled like a madwoman. It took everything in me not to join her. After we got home, the guys kept to their rooms, probably still suffering from stomach aches. She had to know her punishment was coming, though.

I’d been enlisted to keep an eye on her while they recovered, and we spent most of the time watching movies and snacking. My ribs were starting to feel less tender, making it easier to get around. I still had a limp but could manage on my own.

Aspen was curled up next to me, her long lashes resting against her cheekbones. She’d fallen asleep after watching a horror movie with me. My mind flashed back to the cabin and to the way her mouth had felt wrapped around me. She was perfect. If it weren’t for Myles’s stupid rules, I would have already buried myself inside her. It felt like there was always something keeping me from doing just that and it frustrated me to no end.

My bedroom door flew open, startling me. Usually, it was Foster coming to exact his punishment on the poor girl, but it was Myles who entered my room, closing the door behind him. His angry gaze landed on the sleeping woman beside me, a muscle thrumming along his jaw.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he stalked over to her bedside and ripped the blanket down her body, exposing her to us. Her nipples pebbled instantly from the cold air, but she didn’t so much as stir in her sleep. He was gentle as he rolled her onto her back, not wanting to wake her for whatever reason.

Finally, he glanced over at me. “I’m going to take what belongs to me. She not only put laxatives in my food, but she’s been denying me at every turn. Maybe this will give her the push she needs in order to crumble.” His voice had an edge of darkness to it, making chills track down my spine.

“You’re not going to fuck her, are you?” I asked cautiously.

She still hasn’t recovered from the shit we put her through at the party. I wasn’t sure she ever would. That thought had panic twisting inside me.

He snorted in response. “No.”

Without another word, he climbed on the bed, settling between her legs. A twisted smile curled the corners of his mouth as he allowed his gaze to rake over her naked body appreciatively. He was different with her since she returned. Less violent. Like maybe herdeathaffected him just as it had me. Instead, he was torturing her in different ways, threatening her less even. In his twisted head, he cared about her in the only way he knew how to. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, but if it kept her alive, I couldn’t complain much.

He lowered his face toward her pussy, swiping his tongue along the slit. Her fingers twitched instantly from the sudden action, but her eyes remained closed. He released a low,animalistic growl before jerking her legs apart and burying his face in her. His tongue disappeared, followed by the sucking noise of him devouring her.

A soft moan fluttered past her lips, but she still didn’t wake. I knew she’d be alert in no time, though. Myles was rough with everything he did. He wanted her to wake up to this. The thought of her waking up to see him between her legs caused my dick to stir to life. It was so wrong, yet so fucking erotic.

He pulled away, slipping his middle finger inside of her and hooking it. He pumped it in and out of her forcefully as he planted a kiss against her hip bone. His dark hair fell in front of his eyes with the movement.

Finally, her eyes fluttered open. It took a moment for her to register what was happening, but when she did, her eyes widened. Soft gasps escaped her as he continued to finger her, hitting a spot that I knew would have her exploding in no time.

I reached over, running my fingertips over her nipple before kneading her breast in my hand. She clamped down on her lower lip, her cheeks darkening with crimson.

“How does it feel?” I asked her.

She shook her head, not wanting to give Myles the satisfaction, even though it was written all over her face.

“She’s so fucking wet,” he groaned, before lowering his mouth to her clit and sucking.

She jerked against him, her hands running through his dark hair. At this point, I don’t think she cared that it was Myles going down on her with how good he was making her feel. All she had to do was give into him and then I could have her too.

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