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Tasting.

My mouth mercilessly toys with her clit. My fingers tease her entrance and slip inside. She withers and squirms against her restraints. A throaty gasp expels from her mouth in between incoherent ramblings of my name. She lets go and gives herself over to me.

I stop.

She huffs.

I smirk. “Little Bird, you really didn’t think this through well, did you?”

“Do not fucking play with me, Callen.”

“But that’s exactly what you want. And what Rylan wants, she gets.”

“Put your mouth back on me, or bring that other guy back in here to finish for you.”

My fingers roam up her torso. She shivers under my touch.

“You left the door unlocked, Rylan. You never had any intentions of going through with fucking that guy. You wanted me to stop you. You were baiting me. This is your game. So, don’t complain now when I’ve beaten you at it.”

“Not locking the door was a regrettable mistake. It wasn’t on purpose.”

“You’re lying,” I boast the truth.

“You’re stalling. Now, fuck me, or find someone else who can.”

“No one can touch you like I can. We both know that, Little Bird. After last night, I’m positive I’ve ruined you for life.”

“I don’t want to talk about last night.”

“You made that clear. But we will talk. Later. I have to teach you a lesson first. You need to learn that your sexual freedom doesn’t mean you get to call all the shots. A relationship—even one that’s purely carnal—is a two-way street. Both your pussy and your orgasm are in my hands for the rest of the night, and you just might not like how I clip your wings.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

I undo my belt and take off my pants. My shirt follows next. Rylan’s eyes narrow but trail down my chest. I pump my dick in my hand and stare down my prey. She can’t be broken, but she sure as fuck can be taught a hard lesson.

I push her back to the middle of the bed and straddle her hips, continuously stroking my cock. I lean forward and take her nipple into my mouth. She softens at my touch. My teeth scrape against her, and her posture tenses back up. My hand goes around her throat, and I squeeze. My lips meet hers, but she doesn’t kiss me back. My thumb presses harder into her windpipe. She grunts below me, and I get off on the wheezing sound. She’s helpless with her hands behind her back. I laugh against her lips, and she attempts to bite me. I’m too quick.

“Hold on tight, Rylan.” I release her neck and bring my hand down to my cock, lining myself up with her entrance.

She stops breathing as I slide into her, filling her completely.

Then, I fuck.

I fuck her hard and unapologetically.

I take note of every sound that passes through her lips. I’m fueled by every tremble that takes over her body and every pulse from her cunt that squeezes my cock. And, just when she’s close, I stop. I pull out completely and stroke my dick, leaving her hanging but never losing sensation myself. Then, I do it again. When I’m inside her, I fuck her hard. So hard, she’s pounded into the mattress. I’m relentless and callous. I fuck her only for me. I wind her up but never let her fall.

We fuck like this for a long time.

She cries out and screams hateful words at me. The thump of her head hitting against the mattress in frustration matches the thrust of my hips. I get off on her lack of fulfillment. I gloat, having the upper hand. The tears I anticipated begin to leak from her eyes.

Her voice sounds crazed when she speaks, “You’ve proven your point. Fuck, Callen. Please let me come.”

I cage her in completely, a dark mass surrounding her body, and hold rigidly still. “Have we reached an understanding? I won’t cower to your demand, and that had better be crystal fucking clear to you. You won’t let another man touch you while you and I are fucking. I am the only person who can please you. We both know it. Don’t fight me on this.”

“We’re clear. You win. Only you. Please, Callen. Please…I’m begging you.”

“Hold tight, Little Bird.”

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