Laila's povThe wood of the door was against my spine as Ethan’s knuckles hit against the other side."Laila? Are you there?"Ryan didn’t move. If anything, the sound of Ethan’s voice made his grip on my waist tighter until his blunt nails dug into my skin. He was still buried deep inside me, and I could feel how hard he had gotten, fueled by the adrenaline of nearly being caught.I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted copper. I had to be silent. If I breathed too loud, it would be over.Ryan leaned in, his lips grazing my ear. "Don't make a sound," he whispered. Then, he shoved himself deeper into me.He didn't thrust quickly. He withdrew slowly, inch by inch, until he was almost out, before sliding back in with a force that made my toes curl against the floor. It was a torture of the best kind. I buried my face in his neck, holding back a moan. "I think I heard something," Ethan’s voice came again, closer to the handle this time.Ryan’s eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and challengin
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