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I capture her mouth with mine. I still have her arousal all over my lips and tongue. Her screams, muffled by my thighs, are on a loop in my head. Tonight, they were different from the many times I’ve heard her come... with me... with Riot... with Bronx, and Golden. Even with her own hand. Tonight, they were needier. Louder. Hotter.

Almost as though she was trying to be heard. I’m filled with a flash of anger. She still wants him. She might not want to. She probably doesn’t mean it, but she’s using me to get back at him.

“Kodiak?” She takes my face between both her hands. “What is it?”

“You wanted him to hear you.”

She stills. Her gaze is open. “I wasn’t faking.”

“I’m not saying that.” I look at the closed door. I need a moment to compose myself.

“Then what are you saying?”

I’m the one with my cock buried inside her currently. I’m the one sucking on her pussy... making her come. I’m the one she sleeps next to now. The one who makes her feel safe and who isn’t engaged to Sonatina.

“Okay, maybe I wanted him to hear me. I want him to know that I’m not his anymore.” She lifts her hips to meet mine, taking me all the way in. “This is fun, remember?”

Only fun. That’s what she said. And I told her that I’m cool with her fucking anyone she wants because she’s smart enough to realize she’s not over him yet. She isn’t trying to hurt me. She thinks she’s too broken to be with anyone. She needs time. And I agreed because any of her is better than nothing. But it’s not so easy to remember when I like her the way I do. “I know... I was just making sure we’re on the same page.”

If he’s going to keep her heart locked away from me, then the least I can do is make sure he suffers too. Why shouldn’t I make sure he knows that she’s satisfied with me? And why shouldn’t she get the thrill of having him hear her come for me?

“Torturing him got you so wet, I was drowning in your pussy.”

She gasps.

“I loved it,” I tell her, fucking her nice and slow. “Now tell me you want him to hear everything he’s missing out on.”

“I want him to hear,” she says.

“Make sure you’re nice and loud for both of us then.” I fuck her harder, the bed knocks against the wall.

She cries so loudly in my ear.

I watch the door. The light under it darkens. More light spills in the widening gap. The door opens a couple of inches and then no further.

He’s listening to me fucking her. Listening to her dirty moans.

“You’re taking me so well, Scary Girl.” I leave him in no doubt of what is happening in this bed. “So deep. You feel so good around my cock.”

She’s gasping for breath in between screams.

I press my lips to her ear. “He’s right outside the door. Listening to how hard I’m fucking you. I want to hear you scream my name while you come.”

“Kodiak,” she screams it loud as she topples into another orgasm. “Kodiak. Kodiak. Kodiak.”

With my name a chant on her lips I couldn’t give a shit about Riot. Her inner walls squeeze me. My balls tighten, and the only thing I give a fuck about is her. How good she feels around my cock when I’m coming. How much I want to convince her that he isn’t good for her and he’s never going to change. That I adore her and if she gives me a chance, I can make her happy.

But I don’t say any of that stuff. It’s only fun, right?

“Kodiak,” she whispers my name one more time. My ribs tighten. And I know I’m already in too deep. Addicted. I can watch her have fun with Bronx, and with Golden—if she ever forgives him. I can wait for her to decide she’s done having fun.

The one thing I don’t think I will ever be able to do is watch her go back to Riot.

“Kodiak?” Her gaze is full of concern.

“Give me a second.” Climbing off her, I dispose of the condom and then stretch out next to her. The door has been closed again. At some point he couldn’t stand hearing her with me. That knowledge makes my chest puff up and brings a smirk to my face.

I can wait for her to be finally done with him.