Elliott’s apartment loomed like a fortress in the night, lights dim behind floor-to-ceiling windows. My knees ached from the crawl across the tile, wrists bound tight behind my back with his belt. The key Jax gave me dug into my thigh pocket, a secret weight, while the flash drive burned in the other. I paused at the bedroom threshold, heart slamming, cock already hard and leaking against my belly.He stood there shirtless, muscles etched under warm lamplight, slacks tented obscenely. His gray eyes raked over me like fire. “On the bed. Face down. Ass up.”I obeyed, scrambling onto the king-sized mattress, knees spreading wide. The sheets smelled like him clean linen and sin. He circled me slowly, a predator assessing prey. “You let him fuck you,” he said again, voice a low rumble. “Let him come inside what’s mine.”I whimpered. “I’m sorry—”“Not yet, you’re not.” His hand cracked across my ass sharp, stinging. I jolted, hole clenching around the mixed loads still inside me. Another sl
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