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I lean back, pretending to think it over. “What do I want?” I repeat, grinning. “Simple. I want to have some fun. And maybe see how far she’s willing to go to keep this little secret.”

“Caleb,” Eli snaps, stepping closer.

“Relax,” I say, releasing her hair but keeping my stance firm. “You’re acting like I’m doing something she didn’t agree to. She knew exactly what she was getting into when she showed up at this party. Look at her fucking bunny ears, E. She knows what she’s doing to us.”

Eli’s breathing is heavy, his nostrils flaring as he stares me down. His protectiveness is quite humorous.

“Let her go,” he repeats.

I shake my head, pulling the pair of panties from my back pocket and holding them up. “You chose her, didn’t you? Don’t fucking lie to me, Eli. She’s the one you brought to the table, right?”

He doesn’t answer, his silence telling me everything I need to know.

“Thought so,” I say, dragging the panties across my palm as I shift my attention back to Sienna. “How was it, huh? With him?”

She glares at me, her eyes blazing. “Fuck you.”

I grin, my cock twitching at her defiance. “Oh, sweetheart, I’d love to.”

“Caleb,” Eli growls, his voice laced with warning.

I glance at him, smirking. “What’s the matter? Jealous? If you wanted her that bad, you should’ve done something about it before she ended up here.”

“She’s not like the others,” he says, his voice quieter now, almost desperate.

I arch a brow, intrigued. “Oh? Then why the hell is she here, Eli? Because from where I’m standing, she looks like every other girl downstairs, begging for attention.”

“That’s not—”

“Save it,” I cut him off, my tone sharp. “You’re wasting time.”

Eli’s jaw flexes as he stares me down, but he doesn’t move.

I take a step back, gesturing toward her. “You wanted dibs, right? Go on. Take her.”

Sienna’s head snaps toward me, her eyes wide. “What?”

Eli hesitates, his gaze locked on her. “Caleb—”

“Do it,” I snap, my patience wearing thin. “Or step aside and let me finish what I started.”

Eli moves, but not toward her. Instead, he grabs my arm, his grip firm. “What the fuck, Caleb? You don’t get to do this,” he says, his voice low.

I shrug him off, my smirk widening. “Welcome to the Reapers, E.”

Eli steps between us, his body tense. “What do you want, Caleb?”

I laugh, the sound cold and humorless. “I told you what I wanted. I want our pretty little bunny here to finish what she started. But since you’re so fucking attached, maybe I’ll let you have your fun first.”

Eli’s eyes narrow, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

“Go on,” I taunt, gesturing toward her. “Show me what you’ve got, golden boy.”

Sienna’s breathing is shallow, her eyes darting between us as she tries to process what’s happening.

Eli doesn’t move, his gaze fixed on her.

“Fine,” I say, rolling my eyes. “If you’re too much of a pussy, I’ll handle it myself.”