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Sawyer releases my hands to brace one thick arm above my head. He groans, thrusting into me. “Such a greedy little pussy. You like pain? You like it when I make you hurt?”
Sawyer plays my body expertly. The tension in my muscles builds and builds, and white-hot pleasure locks up my muscles.
Sawyer lowers his head to my ear. “You’re mine now. Mine to fuck with. Mine to hurt. Mine to own. No one will ever take you from me. Do you hear me?” He nips my ear. “No one.”
My orgasm rolls up and explodes. Sparks flash across my vision, and I groan, my muscles locked in bliss. I stay locked like that for so long before the pleasure pulses and skitters down my legs.
Sawyer cusses and stiffens inside me. His dick pulses as he comes inside me, still braced over me.
I pant, my mind fuzzy. What the hell just happened?
Sawyer pulls out of me, panting. He looks down, his eyes shining. “Jesus Christ, Cali. Your fear is so sweet.” He leans in, bumps the tip of my nose with his, then gets up. Before I know it, he’s scooped me up into his arms.
Fire starts to build in my chest. I blink and look down. I can just see the angry red raised lines.
Fuck. He branded me. Fuck!
There’s a loud knocking at the front door. Sawyer carries me over, sets me on the ground, then uses a key to unlock the top lock.
Miles pushes the door open, then catches sight of me. His eyes instantly open wider, and he freezes.
“What did you do?”
Sawyer chuckles. “Don’t be jealous, bro.”
I try to look at what he branded on me. It looks like a…5? An S? It throbs with a heartbeat, and I just want to get something cool on it.
Miles stalks up. There’s silence for a second.
“What did you do?” he seethes. “You told me you wouldn’t do anything.”
“Don’t be mad because you didn’t think of it first, Miley.”
“Cali.” Miles puts a finger under my chin and forces me to look up at him. His eyes are full of bright anger.
I swallow.
“Are you okay?”
Anger, fear, embarrassment, and sadness wash over me all at once. I glare at Miles and shove his hand away. “I’m fine. Leave me the fuck alone.”
“Here, come inside.” Sawyer shuts the front door and locks it again, pulling me into the kitchen. “You’re staying with me tonight, bunny. I’ll take care of you.”
“Like fuck she is.” Miles shoves Sawyer back so hard that Sawyer grunts.
I scramble away from them.
“You branded her?”
“And made her come while doing it.”
Miles swings a fist so fast I hardly see it. Sawyer ducks, but not in time, and Miles’ fist glances off his head. Sawyer’s eyes light in triumph. “What is your problem?”
“You can’t torture her!”
Sawyer laughs. “I’ve seen you pull out a man’s guts and light them on fire for fun.”
“That’s different!” Miles squares up again.
