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“You are…such a piece of…” he heaved, anger fighting its way through his lusty haze.

“All you have to do is ask for it. I'll make you come so good if you just ask nicely.” Another couple hard pumps.

He let out a defeated sigh, still panting as a shiver racked his body. “Please, Cal…I want to come.”

I stroked him a little more. “Say it again,” I rasped, needing his submission more than air.

“I want to come,” he moaned a little louder as my hand moved faster.

“Tell me you want tofuckingcome…”

“I want to fucking come!” he let out on a frustrated breath.Fucking perfect…

“Come for me, sweet boy. Come right the fuck now,” I growled as I carried him over the edge. Rhys spasmed in my arms as cum pulsed out of his cock, painting the wall in front of us. He let out a strained cry as his orgasm washed over him, ripping through him so violently that my own body vibrated in turn.

I was breathing hard, my head swimming from the potency of the power I held over him in that moment. Hearing him beg for his release was everything I wanted and more. It was euphoric to hear him bend for me.

I unwound my arms from around his body as he turned unsteadily to face me. He looked up at me from beneath his long, wet lashes. I inched my face closer to his, watching the dazed look in his eyes as I closed the gap. His breath skittered over my skin as I hovered just out of reach of his lips. My hand came up as if to stroke his face and I saw him lean toward it, so subtle that he probably didn't even realize he was doing it.

At the last second, my hand dodged out right to turn off the water. Rhys' eyes shot open and he stared at me in stunned silence. “What…you…” he gasped, confusion evident in his tone.

“What, you wanted me to kiss you or something? Show you I care?” I sneered quietly. His pale face flooded with color and he looked at me as though I were the Devil.

About fucking time you learned, Sweetness. All pleasure comes with a price.

“Come on, Rhysie. Don't get all clingy virgin on me just cuz I've made you come twice,” I continued to jeer as I swiped my towel to clean my hand.

“I hate you,” Rhys gritted out, his thin form practically vibrating with fury.

“Yet you didn't say no,” I reminded him with a cocky smile. “See, I don't think you hate me at all, Rhys. In fact, I think you actually hate that you enjoyed that so much. That you broke down and begged for it.”

A growl escaped him and he opened his mouth to bite back until we heard sounds echoing in the locker room.

“Oh shiz!” he gasped, diving for his towel in a frenzy of limbs and quickly wrapping it around his waist. I laughed at his fumbling and turned to leave. Before I exited the showers, I spun back around toRhys who was clearly flustered and shell-shocked by our close call adventure.

“Oh, by the way Rhys?” He reluctantly peeked up at me and shot me a withering look.

“Cute O face you had there. I give it an 8 out of 10,” I said loudly, my voice reverberating in the tiled room just as two guys walked around the corner and came to a dead halt at my words.

The look on Rhys' face had me belting out a laugh all the way to my locker. I dressed and packed up in record time, strutting out of the gym. My mind replayed the encounter on repeat the entire walk home, my inner beast sated and ready for the next round.

But the next time, it'd be different.

Next time, I'd make him cry.

I couldn't fucking wait.

7

CALLUM

Iendured a deluge of my aunt's texts on Monday, each one like the cut of a knife designed to kill me slowly.

Aunt Blair

Why the hell aren't you answering my texts?

Answer me right now, Callum.

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