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“No one.”

“Put me down.”

After he lays his gun down on the desk, he grants my request. I move back toward the bed, and he quietly follows behind me. There is something I need to address.

“I can smell you,” I accuse.

“Excuse me?” Her words are muffled through the flimsy gag.

“Your pussy. Even through the fear, I can smell your excitement.”

She adamantly shakes her head.

“You’re wet. You’re turned on by what you see.”

My pointer and middle finger slide along her panty line, and I pull the fabric to the side.

Click.

My freshly manicured feminine fingers on her pretty swollen pussy.

“What if I told you that you won’t be leaving this room alive? What if I told you that, after we’re done with you, we’re going to kill you? Would you still be unable to control your physical reaction?”

“Rylan…” Callen warns.

I ignore him and get closer to Elena. I crawl up the bed and straddle her shaking body. “Well?”

Her eyes are wide as she shakes her head. A tear rolls down her face and dampens the fabric tied around her head. My fingers trail down from her cuffed wrists to her slender neck.

“You really are beautiful, Elena.”

Goose bumps pebble her skin. Her chest rises and falls rapidly.

I lean in and kiss her face near her ear. “But nothing is as beautiful as the twisted world I’ve found with Callen.”

In the next second, I’m being pulled by my ankles. Callen grunts as my body slides down the bed. In one flawless motion, he flips me over, spreads my legs, and plunges inside me. A jarring sensation rips through my body while I attempt to adjust to his sudden invasion. My lips twist in pleasure and pain. We fuck on the edge of the bed in front of Elena.

“You push things too far, Little Bird.”

“I haven’t even started pushing.”

I lift, and my hands go around Callen’s neck. “Up,” I demand.

He bends and scoops me up into his arms. I fixate on Elena’s face while Callen pumps in and out of me. His hips move, and my excitement grows. Hers, too. Elena is beautiful and alluring, but she isn’t giving me the fear I anticipated. In fact, it looks like the only thing those restraints are doing is frustrating her because she can’t join in.

Callen’s hand goes around my throat, and he directs my vision back to him. My pupils enlarge with the pressure.

“You’ll get your fear with Number Two,” he whispers in my ear, low enough for only me. “Right now, just enjoy that she can’t have me. That she can’t have this. That this is ours.” He pushes my back against the wall and thrusts harder.

My hand goes to my clit while the other clutches his back. My phone drops to the floor. The hard wall behind me is punishing.

Callen.

Elena.

The kills.

Our games.

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