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“Fuck, Rylan. Oh, fuck. It’s going to be so fucking good.”

“Come, Callen. Come with me.”

Spurts of hot cum spray across my chest as he loses his control. He grunts over and over again as he releases himself on me. I trail my finger across my chest until I have a sample and bring it to my lips and suck. I give him a show, a pornographic view of me sucking his cum off my fingers. His eyes, which are full of need, never leave me. Crawling back to my pile of clothes, I make sure to move my body seductively, giving him a glimpse at the wetness between my legs. I rise and put my clothes back over my naked flesh.

“I’ll see you around, Callen.” I dig through my purse. The damn thing has way too much shit in it.

“Wait, what? Where the fuck are you going? You can’t be serious.”

I throw my best innocent look his way. It doesn’t work. Innocence is more Tatum’s thing. My fingers find what they’re looking for, and I pull the small tube of lipstick from my purse. I reapply the dark color before using it to write my number for Callen across the mirror.

“Dead serious. I look forward to experiencing all those promises you made, though.”

I gather my stuff and sling my toy bag over my shoulder as I close the door behind me. He shouts a few expletives over the rattle of chains.

Guys like him are always the same. Want what they want, never expecting the girl to bite back.

“Here…” I hand the key to Callen’s bindings and a folded fifty to the guy who checks the room tickets at the door. “In about ten minutes, could you be a doll and go unlock the guy in room two?”

He laughs while he nods.

“Thanks.”

I leave the club with Callen’s words on repeat in my head.

When that man fucks me, even the remaining parts of my dark soul might vanish.

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