Page 64 of Deeper

She stands and demonstrates a seductive sway of her hips. “No?” She moves to stand between my legs and then turns, so her back is to me. Her ass pushes against me. “There are things I’d much rather do than talk.” Her hands glide up my legs—from my knees to the top of my thighs. Her voice drops an octave, and she develops a husky rasp. “Touch me, Callen. I’m in the mood to be controlled. Have your way with me. I’m yours to do whatever you’d like to.” She turns between my legs and gets down on her knees.

This action of hers gets less attention than my raised voice. Elsewhere, people might give her a second glance, but here, nobody even bats an eye. She places her hands back on my legs and leans back, pushing her chest out, completely offering her body to me. My fingers graze her lips.

“I’d love to fuck that mouth of yours. Fill you up completely until words are impossible. Hit the back of your throat until your jaw locks up. Watch the lust take over your eyes while I’m buried deep. Yank on that wild hair.”

Her breathing picks up, and she’s nodding along with my words.

I can’t believe I’m about to say this. “But I can’t. We need to talk, Rylan.”

A look of shock emerges on her face. Then, anger. She’s pissed. Then, nothing. She smooths her features and puts up a wall, shutting me out. She rises from the floor and spins on her feet, taking off with carefully measured strides.

I follow. “Where are you going?”

She glares at me when I grab her arm. “To find a man who wants to fuck instead of one who wants to chat. I’m here to get my rocks off, Callen, nothing else.”

“You’re not going to do that.”

“But I am.” She jerks her arm from my grasp.

“Rylan, don’t fucking walk away from me. You’re being unreasonable.”

“I don’t take orders from you. I live my life doing whatever the fuck I want to do. Is that not clear yet?”

The man she approaches looks like a total pussy. There is no way she’ll downgrade to that fucker. He can’t touch her the way I can. He can’t drive her body crazy the way she wants. He can’t satisfy her morbid fetishes.

I can.

No one can give her what I can.

I’m far enough away that her words to him are mute to me, but it doesn’t take me long to figure out that she doesn’t waste time. Within minutes, she’s taking his hand and leading him to the back.

I tense as they walk past me. “You won’t go through with this, my Little Bird.”

“I will. Literally, watch me.”

The man she found looks nervous as he passes me. He should be.

Rylan books a room, but the guy she found never takes his eyes off me. He knows he’s the lesser man in this situation. His instincts are telling him to run and hide, not to touch what is mine. They head toward the door leading to the back, and once again, I follow. She takes him to a room that gives me a front row seat.

I crack my knuckles and experience exactly what she threatened—seeing her in the room with someone else. My lip curls in disgust. She’s taking this too fucking far. It isn’t unreasonable for me to expect us to have a conversation after what happened last night. In fact, it’s downright fucking logical.

Rylan takes charge once she closes the door behind her. She pushes the man down on the bed and sneaks a glance my way before she continues. I want to choke the smirk right off her face. I imagine my hands around her neck while I punish her by withholding her orgasm from her. Thrusting and pounding inside her until she can barely hold on, only to leave her hanging. Thrust, pound, withhold, and repeat. Until she’s crying, actually crying for me to let her come.

The man keeps nervously glancing my way, but Rylan attempts to pull his concentration. She ups her seduction, moving and twisting her body while she takes off her clothes. I grow enraged while she strips for him. Her fingers touch her tits. Her hips sway while she turns in a circle for him, putting herself on display. Her lips move, and then she gracefully falls on her knees.

Men beside me whistle through their teeth.

I’m not proud of it, but I start to sweat.

I’m on the other side of the glass again, but this time, she’s with another man.

No. Fucking. Way.

I’ll kill the both of them before she goes through with this. She’s in there to prove a point.

Once she’s at his feet, she leans back and brings her fingers to her mouth. She licks and sucks the pointer and middle, and the fucker licks his lips. Her fingers move to her clit. Flashes of the night she chained me up and touched herself come to mind. Now, she’s putting on a show that I’m positive is for my benefit. Grinding her hips against her fingers. Pinching her nipples with a harsh twist. Letting out moans that are clearly forced. She doesn’t sound even a percentage as uninhibited as she is with me.

My Little Bird can only fly with me.

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