Page 24 of Deeper

Callen

Heads turn when Rylan enters the club. Men and women stop what they’re doing to openly gawk at her. In a club full of naked bodies with aphrodisiac seeping from the walls, she still holds everyone’s attention. The brazenness of her attitude, her confidence, and the glint of something wicked behind her eyes are all reasons she captures a room.

Tonight, she’s mine—to destroy, to conquer, and to bleed dry.

When I’m done with her, she’ll have nothing left to give.

I can taste her submission.

I’m going to break her and enjoy every fucking second of her dissolution.

“Hi, Callen.”

She comes to a stop on the other side of my table. She’s wearing the same black trench coat she escaped in the night I saw her leaving with her friend. The same friend who now stands beside her and looks much more like a mouse when she isn’t suited up with a plastic dick.

Rylan taps her pointed black heel as I take in the view of the two girls.

“Two for the price of one.” I stand to claim my prizes.

“One for the price of leaving you chained to the wall with your dick in your hand.”

I pull her friend toward me. “You didn’t even ask your friend, Little Bird. Maybe she wants to share you with me.”

“My name is Tatum, and I don’t like to share.”

Tatum pushes from my grasp. I guess the girl does have some fire inside her outside the bedroom. I didn’t really want her to join us—at least, not tonight. I plan to devote every bit of my attention to Rylan. She deserves it after her stunt. I smile at Tatum, who scowls back at me. Seems I didn’t make a very good impression.

“Are you done messing with my friend? I believe we have a room to book.”

Rylan takes hold of Tatum’s hand to send a silent message to her friend. They share a look, and Tatum walks off. The way girls can communicate like that is fucking freaky.

“The room is already booked. It’s ready when you are.”

“Great. Let’s go.”

The doorman, who is not the same one who was sent to unlock me, checks our ticket and then pushes the door open to let us through. We travel the hallways to the specialty area where the rooms for fetishes and more advanced kink are. She walks beside me with her head held high, and the sway of her hips is muted by the shape of the coat.

I can’t wait for her to break under my hands.

I open the door to room twelve, and our night begins.

“You didn’t book a private room?” she questions, interest coloring her words.

“I want everyone to see what’s about to happen to you. You like people watching, right?”

I want them to see me destroy her.

“We can see them watching us in this room,” she states the obvious as strangers waltz by the room outside the four walls around us.

“I want you to see their faces as you scream my name.”

“Do you think you can? Make me scream, that is?”

“Yes.”

“And how exactly do you think you’ll accomplish that?”

Curiosity thrums inside me as I tilt my head, taking her in. “I’m very good, Little Bird. Do you trust me?”

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