Page 78 of Deeper

I stand from the bed, and with some effort, I push Callen backward. Their connection breaks. His eyes fill with a fire while I pull my clothes from my body. Elena tightly bends her knees away from him.

“Callen.” My full attention is on him, the man that twists me up inside.

“Rylan.” He moves to my side of the bed, so he’s sitting, facing me.

“You found us an extremely sexy plaything.”

“She’s hot but nothing compared to you,” he compliments.

“You’re smooth.”

“And hard as a rock.”

“Are you now?” I grip his cock through his boxer briefs. “Did she get you worked up? Did it excite you to pick her up and bring her here so quickly? Did you love the feeling of rocking against her?”

“You get me worked up. You weren’t far away while I hit on her downstairs, and knowing that excited me. I loved waiting for you to make your entrance while my cock pressed against her.”

“What. The. Fuck?” Elena’s commentary only fuels my desire.

I lean in and glance at her while my lips connect with Callen’s. She studies us with extreme curiosity, and I get a little agitated that her inquisitiveness has taken over her fear. Callen’s teeth scrape my lips, and his tongue seduces mine. I can’t look away from Elena.

Without warning, Callen pushes me back, and I fall to the floor.

“Who’s supposed to be jealous in this situation? You or me? Because you can’t take your eyes off her, even while I’m kissing you.” He looms over me and adjusts his dick.

I look from Elena to Callen. “She doesn’t look scared. Why isn’t she frightened?”

“Look at me!” he bellows.

My sight continues to jump back and forth.

“Rylan, I said, fucking look at me!”

His fingers go inside the elastic of his boxer briefs, and suddenly, I can’t look away. His thick cock comes out to play as he lowers them to the floor. The sight of Callen has a way of making me go a little stupid. He bends and rips my panties from my skin. A shiver runs up my back, and arousal pools between my legs.

He moves toward Elena, and my nerves freeze. His fingers part her lips, and then he shoves my destroyed panties into her mouth. He picks up his discarded boxer briefs, rips the cloth, and then ties the fabric around her head, creating a gag.

Callen turns from her and stalks toward me. He scoops me up, and my legs tighten around his waist as he walks to the table just on the other side of the room. I see the shiny metal and grow excited. He points his gun at Elena. The way her eyes dilate is addicting.

“Behave, bitch.” With her, his voice takes on a tone he’s never used with me. There is zero playfulness or affection.

“Is that better, baby?” He directs his question my way.

“Much. Thank you.”

Our lips lock again, and my hand connects with his around the gun still pointed at Elena. I moan when my back hits the wall. Callen presses against me, and his mouth goes to my neck. Testing my luck, I chance a glance over at Elena. His lips are gentle before his teeth graze my skin. My hands go to his hair, and I tug. His hot flesh presses against my own, and my temperature rises. His cock sits heavy between us, pushing against my thighs. I pant into his ear when the cold metal of his gun grazes my skin as he puts both hands on me.

“This game. This experience. This moment. You. It’s all mine,” I chant.

“Yours. Mine. It’s ours.”

My hands go to my breasts, and Callen’s eyes follow. I take my nipples between my fingers and twist. He lowers his mouth and roughly licks his tongue against my skin.

“She never belonged to you.” I sneak another glance at Elena.

“And she never will. No one will ever belong to me like you do.”

“No one will ever get the things between us,” I add.

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