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She clenches down on her teeth as my hips push into her.

“And we will talk, Rylan. Talk about last night. Talk about all of it.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

She rises, and I pull out. Her face falls, and devastation consumes her.

I pump into my fist and curse into the open room. A hysteric scream rips from her throat and puts me over the edge. I groan and finish with my own hand. My cum hits her thighs. She thrashes and kicks her legs. I lean down and very gently kiss her swollen clit.

The bed dips as I rise to my feet. People scatter from the window when I look around the room, the first time I’ve taken my eyes off Rylan since I busted in. She’s hard to look away from, especially when she’s so vulnerable beneath me.

“This isn’t funny! Callen, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Let me finish.”

“You can get off after we talk. I’ll come find you. Until then, don’t even think about releasing the tension yourself. This orgasm is mine, and you will wait for me to take it.”

“You can’t be serious. Unlock me.”

“Do you remember our first time in one of these rooms? The way you left me?”

“Callen, no.”

“Rylan, yes. The doorman will be around to unlock you soon. Sort whatever shit you need sorted and be ready to talk next time I see you. Good night, Rylan.”

“Do not leave this room! Come back here and let me go!”

I keep walking and ignore her pleas, leaving Rylan naked, restrained, and alone.

I don’t look back.

I don’t care who you are. Don’t fuck with me. It won’t end well for you.

When I reach the door to the outside lounge, men who look like bouncers surround a tiny man with a balding head. The fucker who Rylan took into the room to piss me off hangs back behind them. The bouncers don’t stop me when I push past them, but the man they surround makes his point clear.

“Mr. Bailer, we can’t ignore the clear threat you made against another member tonight. Utopia isn’t the place for you and your girlfriend. You’ve left us with no other choice but to terminate both your memberships. We take pride in running a safe club. You both won’t be welcomed back here.”

I keep walking.

Utopia might not welcome us back, but something tells me we don’t need the club anymore. Not after Rylan’s soul attached to mine the other night in Sebastian’s living room.

Our darkness doesn’t belong here.

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