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I’d never given jealousy the love it deserved until Callen lost his mind that day at the club. I now see the appeal. He doesn’t want her. I don’t want anyone else. But those moments where we push the envelope between monogamy and deception is thrilling. Fucking Callen in front of the woman who wanted him is exhilarating. He only wants me, and that’s a bit overwhelming, but my pussy is excited by the thought.

“She can’t have you.” My lips touch his.

“I don’t want her,” he says right before his hands knot in my hair.

“Who do you want?” I ask. My legs shake from the stimulation between them.

“I want you. Only you. I have you.”

Callen rocks his hips into me, and my vision blurs. He fills me completely, and my brain function gets fuzzy. His touch is possessive. I crave the way he wants me. The way he makes me hot. The way I know we’re the only two people on this earth fucked up enough to be perfect for one another. Our time together, for however long it lasts, is something that will mark me forever. Callen will be eternally ingrained in who I am. Our perversion stains my black heart.

“Oh, Callen! Yes!”

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Show Elena how good I make you feel.”

It’s then that I realize the panting in the room doesn’t solely belong to me. Elena watches us with flushed skin and heavy breathing. She shifts and squirms, trying to create friction between her legs. My sight locks on hers, and Callen fucks me harder, no doubt leaving bruises on the insides of my thighs.

He grunts and boxes me in with his arms. “Look at me, Rylan. You and me. It’s only us.”

My body goes rigid, and my heart beats from my chest. I’m covered in lust-derived sweat. My spine arches, and the sensation that always quiets my demons takes over my body. Callen doesn’t stop. He goes at me harder while I lose control.

“Yes! Fuck yes! You and me. Us. This. Everything.” My clipped words tumble out as my orgasm rocks through me, and his cum fills me.

It marks me.

Claims me as his.

I get lost in our world of immorality.

His lips find mine, and he kisses me one more time. Devotion consumes me. The kiss is slow and filled with adoration. It’s sloppy and messy and perfect. His mouth quiets the storm within me, if only for a little while.

The sound of metal clanking against the headboard disrupts our high.

Our personal moment in time is over.

Elena needs to be dealt with.

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