I saw the blood. I saw my first dead body, and I instinctively knew it wouldn’t be the last.
“What happened to her?”
“I don’t actually know. That was the night I left.”
“I get what you mean about not knowing the difference. I’m not sure which scenario is worse, though. Not knowing that your life isn’t normal or knowing that it isn’t.” Her voice is sad.
“Not knowing is probably better. At least until you figure it out. What about you?”
Rylan turns onto her back and focuses on the ceiling as she speaks, “My dad was my softball coach. He’d be outside in the yard with me, playing catch, for hours—not because he made me, but because I loved it so much. The team celebrations were always at our house.” She pauses to clear her throat. “My mom used to always make my friends laugh. She always concocted different ways to entertain us. When I was young, everyone at school loved coming to my house over the weekend.”
“Are you still close to your parents?” I ask the question even though her mood is telling of the answer.
“No.”
“Where are they?”
“Gone.”
“You experienced the difference between a good childhood and a bad one?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry, Rylan.”
I pull her closer to me. Her eyes disappear as she shuts them tight. Rylan didn’t open up that much to me, but the one thing I did get out of this conversation is that her past is the answer to all the things I find mysterious about her.
The key to her secrets comes from the past she’s left behind, which is probably true for both of us.
Rylan
We are at Ridgemount Hotel.
Callen’s at the hotel bar with a woman.
She’s beautiful. Her skin is dark. Her complexion is flawless, and her hair is smooth. She might be my exact opposite. She’s put together and polished. Her hand touches his arm as she shamelessly flirts with him. His eyes roam her body while they sit practically pressed against one another. I’m close enough to see her lashes flutter as her crimson-red lips suck on the straw in her drink. His hand goes to her leg, and he whispers in her ear.
The stalking, watching Callen sends a jolt of adrenaline through my veins.
His hand on her leg evokes madness inside me.
She pushes from the bar top and leads him through the bar with her dainty fingers locked between his masculine ones. It drives me to the edge. She walks with a sway to her hips, and his eyes lock in on her as she leads him into the lobby.
I watch.
Her hands touch him. He beams with an arrogance that men get right before they are about to get off. They walk to the elevator, and my breathing intensifies as they wait. She leans into him, which makes my pulse spike, and when his hand goes to the small of her back, possessiveness forces me forward a few feet.
I stop myself when the doors to the elevator open.
They step on. She looks up at him while he stares straight ahead. The doors slowly close, and I move forward, watching as the red number above the elevator ticks higher and then stops at six. With a shaking hand, I push the button and wait. The numbers decline slow enough to make me pace.
Callen is six floors above with a woman. He’s here, at a hotel, with a woman who wants him. He’s with someone who isn’t me, and I suddenly know what he felt when he watched me in the room with that guy. I jump when the elevator dings, indicating its arrival. Not being able to see what Callen is doing is killing me. I get on and push the button for floor six.
One.
Two.
Three.
In my mind, I see him touching her. She loves it. Her eyes roll back in ecstasy. She moans while he whispers dirty words into her ear. She trembles as his hands roughly bring her pleasure. He gives to her what he should be giving to me.
Four.
Five.
Six.
The elevator door opens to a long hall dotted with closed doors. They are behind one of them. The possible scenarios run through my head as I walk forward into the hall. I check each door for a clue, an indication that I’m headed in the right direction. I find it on room 614.
Do Not Disturb.
My sign.
My fingers twitch with anticipation. The hair along my neck dampens with sweat. I twist my lip between my teeth and strain to listen for their voices just on the other side.
I close my eyes. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Then, I dip my fingers into my front pocket. The rectangular card practically burns in my hand.
The green light flashes, and the lock on the hotel room door clicks. A gray-and-coral color scheme greets me as I take a single step into the room and shut the door silently behind myself. A picture of a lake hangs on the wall immediately to my right.
The woman’s voice is soft as she speaks, “You like things a little kinky, do you? I’m into that.”
A click sounds. Handcuffs.
“You have no idea how kinky I like things.” Callen’s voice raises the hairs on my arms.
“Then, show me,” she challenges.
“Oh, baby, careful what you ask for from men you pick up in bars.”
She purrs in approval of his words, which makes my skin crawl and urges my feet forward. I’m not so lost in my jealousy that I reveal myself, though. I stop when I reach the end that still blocks me. My hands press against the smooth laminate of the gray-painted wall, and with caution, I peer around the corner.
My stomach flops at what I see.
The woman, who is in nothing but some skimpy lingerie, lies atop the sheets, and her wrists are bound to the headboard above her. Callen straddles her. His bare back taunts me, and his hand touches her lip while he leans in closer to her. She raises her mouth to his, but he straightens and pulls back before she can connect at the same moment I raise my phone.
Click. I capture the compromising position of her being restrained to the bed.
“Not yet. You’re too eager.”
“Now, you want to play hard to get? After filling my head with all your dirty promises downstairs, demanding I strip down so that you could handcuff me? Don’t slow things down now with your cock pressed against me, and I’m entirely vulnerable to you. Kiss me like you promised downstairs in the bar. Kiss me and make me feel good.”
“Yes, Callen. Kiss her.” I step out from behind the wall.
Callen doesn’t even startle. He grinds his hips against the woman, and she lets out a noise between a moan and a startled cry. The mix of pleasure and shock in her voice causes a pulsing between my legs.
“Took you long enough.” Callen doesn’t even look over at me.
“I wanted to see how far you’d go.”
“Is this far enough, Little Bird?”
“Not. Even. Close.”
“What the fuck is going on here?”
I move to the side of the bed, and her eyes follow me while I answer her, “He’s attractive, isn’t he? In a way that’s rare. It isn’t just his sharp jawline or his perfectly messy hair. The muscles and the abs are great, too. But that isn’t it. There is just something about him. It was like you were the only girl in the room to him, wasn’t it? The seduction in his tone is crippling. His hot words and smoldering stare made your pussy wet. Isn’t that right?”
Click.
I snap a close-up of her face, and her eyes widen when she realizes what I just did.
“Are you his girlfriend? Look, I’m sorry. He never told me he was taken. Just unlock me, and I’ll leave you two to sort this out.”
“Callen, am I going to unlock her?”
“No, baby, you’re not.”
The bed creaks when I put my weight on it. The woman pulls against her restraints and attempts to edge away from me. My lips touch her ear, and she shivers.
“I’m very happy you were in the bar today. You’re a gorgeous woman. What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Elena.”
I pull back, and my fingers trace
the space between her skin and the cuffs. “That’s a beautiful name.”
“Look, I’m not sure what’s happening here. But I’m not opposed to a threesome. I’ve been with girls in the past. The cuffs and the mystery are scaring me a little, but if you just let me go, then we can have some fun.”
I look back and see Callen still on top of her. His cock strains against his boxer briefs and is pressed directly against the apex of her legs. His hands hold her hips still, and his sight locks on me intently. I can’t take my eyes off the place where their bodies connect.
Click.
The view. The tantalizing, erotic view of him pressed against her.
“Elena, baby, there won’t be a threesome tonight,” I clarify.
“Then, what do you want?”
I stand from the bed, and with some effort, I push Callen backward. Their connection breaks. His eyes fill with a fire while I pull my clothes from my body. Elena tightly bends her knees away from him.
“Callen.” My full attention is on him, the man that twists me up inside.
“Rylan.” He moves to my side of the bed, so he’s sitting, facing me.
“You found us an extremely sexy plaything.”
“She’s hot but nothing compared to you,” he compliments.
“You’re smooth.”
“And hard as a rock.”
“Are you now?” I grip his cock through his boxer briefs. “Did she get you worked up? Did it excite you to pick her up and bring her here so quickly? Did you love the feeling of rocking against her?”
“You get me worked up. You weren’t far away while I hit on her downstairs, and knowing that excited me. I loved waiting for you to make your entrance while my cock pressed against her.”
“What. The. Fuck?” Elena’s commentary only fuels my desire.
I lean in and glance at her while my lips connect with Callen’s. She studies us with extreme curiosity, and I get a little agitated that her inquisitiveness has taken over her fear. Callen’s teeth scrape my lips, and his tongue seduces mine. I can’t look away from Elena.
Without warning, Callen pushes me back, and I fall to the floor.
“Who’s supposed to be jealous in this situation? You or me? Because you can’t take your eyes off her, even while I’m kissing you.” He looms over me and adjusts his dick.
I look from Elena to Callen. “She doesn’t look scared. Why isn’t she frightened?”
“Look at me!” he bellows.
My sight continues to jump back and forth.
“Rylan, I said, fucking look at me!”
His fingers go inside the elastic of his boxer briefs, and suddenly, I can’t look away. His thick cock comes out to play as he lowers them to the floor. The sight of Callen has a way of making me go a little stupid. He bends and rips my panties from my skin. A shiver runs up my back, and arousal pools between my legs.
He moves toward Elena, and my nerves freeze. His fingers part her lips, and then he shoves my destroyed panties into her mouth. He picks up his discarded boxer briefs, rips the cloth, and then ties the fabric around her head, creating a gag.
Callen turns from her and stalks toward me. He scoops me up, and my legs tighten around his waist as he walks to the table just on the other side of the room. I see the shiny metal and grow excited. He points his gun at Elena. The way her eyes dilate is addicting.
“Behave, bitch.” With her, his voice takes on a tone he’s never used with me. There is zero playfulness or affection.
“Is that better, baby?” He directs his question my way.
“Much. Thank you.”
Our lips lock again, and my hand connects with his around the gun still pointed at Elena. I moan when my back hits the wall. Callen presses against me, and his mouth goes to my neck. Testing my luck, I chance a glance over at Elena. His lips are gentle before his teeth graze my skin. My hands go to his hair, and I tug. His hot flesh presses against my own, and my temperature rises. His cock sits heavy between us, pushing against my thighs. I pant into his ear when the cold metal of his gun grazes my skin as he puts both hands on me.
“This game. This experience. This moment. You. It’s all mine,” I chant.
“Yours. Mine. It’s ours.”
My hands go to my breasts, and Callen’s eyes follow. I take my nipples between my fingers and twist. He lowers his mouth and roughly licks his tongue against my skin.
“She never belonged to you.” I sneak another glance at Elena.
“And she never will. No one will ever belong to me like you do.”
“No one will ever get the things between us,” I add.
“No one.”
“Put me down.”
After he lays his gun down on the desk, he grants my request. I move back toward the bed, and he quietly follows behind me. There is something I need to address.
“I can smell you,” I accuse.
“Excuse me?” Her words are muffled through the flimsy gag.
“Your pussy. Even through the fear, I can smell your excitement.”
She adamantly shakes her head.
“You’re wet. You’re turned on by what you see.”
My pointer and middle finger slide along her panty line, and I pull the fabric to the side.
Click.
My freshly manicured feminine fingers on her pretty swollen pussy.
“What if I told you that you won’t be leaving this room alive? What if I told you that, after we’re done with you, we’re going to kill you? Would you still be unable to control your physical reaction?”
“Rylan…” Callen warns.
I ignore him and get closer to Elena. I crawl up the bed and straddle her shaking body. “Well?”
Her eyes are wide as she shakes her head. A tear rolls down her face and dampens the fabric tied around her head. My fingers trail down from her cuffed wrists to her slender neck.
“You really are beautiful, Elena.”
Goose bumps pebble her skin. Her chest rises and falls rapidly.
I lean in and kiss her face near her ear. “But nothing is as beautiful as the twisted world I’ve found with Callen.”
In the next second, I’m being pulled by my ankles. Callen grunts as my body slides down the bed. In one flawless motion, he flips me over, spreads my legs, and plunges inside me. A jarring sensation rips through my body while I attempt to adjust to his sudden invasion. My lips twist in pleasure and pain. We fuck on the edge of the bed in front of Elena.
“You push things too far, Little Bird.”
“I haven’t even started pushing.”
I lift, and my hands go around Callen’s neck. “Up,” I demand.
He bends and scoops me up into his arms. I fixate on Elena’s face while Callen pumps in and out of me. His hips move, and my excitement grows. Hers, too. Elena is beautiful and alluring, but she isn’t giving me the fear I anticipated. In fact, it looks like the only thing those restraints are doing is frustrating her because she can’t join in.
Callen’s hand goes around my throat, and he directs my vision back to him. My pupils enlarge with the pressure.
“You’ll get your fear with Number Two,” he whispers in my ear, low enough for only me. “Right now, just enjoy that she can’t have me. That she can’t have this. That this is ours.” He pushes my back against the wall and thrusts harder.
My hand goes to my clit while the other clutches his back. My phone drops to the floor. The hard wall behind me is punishing.
Callen.
Elena.
The kills.
Our games.
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 l
ips 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.
Callen
I pull out of Rylan and gently drop her to the floor. My dick twitches when her hand strokes between her legs. She brings her fingers up to her mouth and licks the aftermath of our fuck from her hand. I’ve just finished with her, but I could go again…and again.
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