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“Yeah, and I’m not sure I like it.”

He let out a laugh and shook his head, then he looked inside my closet and turned back around to look back at my bed.

“How many men have fucked you in here before?”

“None.”

“Bullshit.”

I raised a brow. “I’ve never had a guy over, Riggs.”

He not only sounded but also looked jealous.

He stayed quiet again, moving to the other side of the bed now and making sure to check out every inch of it.

I kept my eyes on him and crossed my arms in front of my body, questioning what the hell he was doing.

“And virtually?” he asked, making me stand up straighter, pull my shoulders back, and lift my chin.

“What do you mean?”

Shit…where was he going with this?

I didn’t have my webcam clipped to my laptop as I put it away every time I used it for homework or to write assignments.

“Have you ever talked to men on your laptop?” he asked, reaching for my pillow and lifting it slightly.

My heart was beating fast. My damn ski mask was right underneath the mattress, and for some reason I didn’t get that he had already found my hiding spot, because when he turned around to look at me with the most infuriated look on his face, he was holding my ski mask in his hand already.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

“Wanna tell me what you need this for,Dove?”

I felt all the blood flow from my face, making me paler than I already was while my heart started to pump like crazy.

My throat clogged up, not able to speak anymore while he still held the ski mask gripped tightly in one hand while his other fisted at his side.

He was angry, looking scary as hell.

“Talk,” he ordered, taking a few steps toward me while I stepped back but stopped as my back hit the door.

“I—”

“Not so vocal anymore, huh? Think you could get away with this? You let me fuck you while you make other men come through a fucking webcam?”

“How do you know?” I asked, my voice shaky and not at all confident.

Shit, he was furious.

He let out a harsh laugh and cupped my throat with the mask still in his hand, pressing it against my skin and making me hold my breath.

“You’ve been making my brother come for months.”

I wanted to talk, and to my luck, he loosened his grip to let me speak. “I didn’t know it was Marcus until I saw him at your house—”

“And you continued to make him pleasure himself while I had my dick sucked by you? Shit, darling…bold of you,” he muttered, his face close to mine.

His fingers tightened around my neck again, and my eyes stayed on his the whole time while his stare got darker by the second.

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