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She fights against her orgasm while she grinds herself against me. She bites her lip and closes her eyes. His pulse weakens to barely a flutter before finally giving one last thump. His heart no longer beats. Rylan holds back for a little while longer before her graceful flow turns frantic and unruly. Sweat slicks her hair, and the heat between us hardens her nipples.

“He’s gone, baby. Let go.”

And she does. A wail of passion escapes between her lips. Her body shakes above me. Her pussy constricts around my dick, and every pulse within her reverberates through my body. She comes on my dick and pulls me, a willing prisoner, over the edge with her. I come inside her with my hands around her throat. Her eyes find mine, and we see each other without all the secrets and lies for the first time.

She knows me for the killer that I am. That side of me does something to her, hits her straight to the core. We’re depraved, and we get off on the darkness that stirs between us. She goes slack against my chest and lets out a content sigh. Where there should be guilt, there is only pleasure. I can’t help it, and something tells me neither can Rylan.

“Get up, baby. We need to clean up. We shouldn’t have done this. Not here.”

“I don’t regret it, Callen.”

“I don’t regret anything either, but we just contaminated the crime scene with a shit-ton of our DNA. I’m going to have to work all night to clean things up.”

Rylan kisses my lips and then slowly pulls herself from me. Her legs wobble as she stands with her feet on the ground. I tuck myself back into my pants and push up, and as my weight leaves the cushion, Sebastian slouches further into the couch. My hand twists in Rylan’s hair, and I quickly kiss her one more time.

“I’ll be right back.” I head to the bathroom in the bedroom and clean up a little.

I’m going to need some chemicals to sterilize that couch. Rylan also wasn’t wearing gloves, and I’ll need to take care of that, too. This is as careless as I have ever been during a job, and I can’t let the risk I took come back on Rylan or me. I go back out into the living room and don’t see her. Number Three is dead on the couch, but other than that, the room is empty.

“Rylan?” I call out to her but am met with silence.

She’s gone. I don’t need to look around. She said she doesn’t regret what happened here tonight, but am I going to regret bringing her into it?

Rylan Pierce is a game changer. And, when the game is life and death, the stakes are extremely high.

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