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It’s a game of chicken.

She’ll give first—of that, I’m positive.

Her hands reach out to him, and I take a step forward. I remember the night I tried to break her and how wrong she proved me. His hand twists in the back of her hair, and he leans in.

Fuck, I can’t take this chance.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four steps, and I bust into their room.

Rylan doesn’t startle, but the man jumps from his seat.

“Listen, I d-d-don’t know what’s g-g-going on here, but I don’t w-w-want in the middle of it,” he stutters so badly I can hardly understand him.

He misses the shift in Rylan. Her moans become more authentic once I’m in the room. I don’t even have to touch her. The idea of me busting in to stop her alone is getting her excited. She continues to touch herself, as if nothing is happening between the two men in the room.

“I will only say this once,” I begin without glancing his way. “Get the fuck out of this room, and don’t you ever think you can touch what’s mine again.”

He edges to get away from me and out of the door.

“She’s fucking mine. Do you hear me? Don’t come near her again, or I will fucking kill you.”

He leaves, and I slam the door shut behind him, remembering to lock it.

“Barbaric much?” Rylan taunts.

“How far would you have taken that?” I pick her up by the middle and throw her to the bed.

“As far as I needed to.”

I pin her arm behind her back and bring my lips to her ear. “Don’t do that again. I won’t tolerate it.”

She twists beneath me. “I’m not yours. You’ll tolerate whatever you get from me.”

“You’re very disagreeable today. I’m going to fuck the disobedience out of you.” I pin her other hand behind her back. “You’re going to regret your actions.” I lift from the bed, leaving her there, and head toward Rylan’s bag of goodies she always brings to the club.

She huffs but doesn’t speak. I find a pair of handcuffs and bring them back to her. She lies motionless on her stomach, allowing me to snap the cuffs into place without a single word. She puts up no resistance. I abruptly flip her over and stare her down.

“You’re in trouble, Little Bird.” My body fills with greed.

“Do your worst,” she taunts.

“Believe me, I will.”

She has no idea what she’s asking of me. But she will.

I pull Rylan by her feet, so her ass is on the edge of the bed. I bend her knees, so her feet rest on the bed as well. I kneel before her with my hands on her inner thighs, spreading her so that her pussy is on full display to me. I don’t waste time. She needs to be taught a lesson.

I devour her. I go at her hard.

Licking.

Sucking.

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