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"Um, do you want to take a key?" I ask.

Luca scoffs.

"I have one," Sebastian says as he walks out the door. "Got it from the front desk."

"How are we going to get the blood out of the floors?" I ask Declan.

"We don't really need to," he says. "We just need to keep the staff out of the room until after you're already gone. Then, it won't matter."

"Oh…yeah. I guess that makes sense. Um, Luca, can I take a shower now? I'm covered in blood."

"Of course, baby. Go ahead."

I take a couple of steps toward the bathroom, then pause. "Declan? Will you be okay…with him?"

"I told you not to worry about me, kitten." He closes the space between us and presses a kiss to my lips. "I'm going to take care of you now…like I promised."

"Okay."

After stepping inside the bathroom, I strip down and shower quickly. Even though Declan says it's fine, I don't want to leave them alone together for too long. I wring out my hair and tie my towel around my body before the door opens. Luca steps into the bathroom, closing it behind him.

"Hey, are you okay?" I ask.

Luca shakes his head. "No."

He places his hands on my cheeks and leans in, kissing me. His mouth explores mine before moving onto my neck and pulling the towel from my body.

"I love you, Teagan," he says. He reaches between my legs and pushes a finger inside me.

"I love you, too, but…where are they?"

"In the room…"

"But—"

"What are you worried about, Teagan?" he asks. "Huh?"

Sebastian.I'm worried about Sebastian—I can't exactly say that. Especially not when I think he's the reason he feels like he needs to do this.

He wants him to know. He wants him to hear it.

He turns me toward the mirror and pulls his own shorts and boxers down over his hips. I feel his cock hard against my bare ass.

"Bend over, baby," he says.

I bend over the countertop, and he thrusts his hard cock inside me. Waves of pleasure start from my core and roll up my spine. I forgot how good he feels like this.

I moan, my eyes rolling back into my head as I reach for anything I can hold onto for leverage and come up with one hand around the faucet.

He thrusts into me again and again, harder each time, the sound of his skin against mine echoes through the space every time he buries his dick inside me.

And if Sebastian is on the other side of the door, he can hear it…each time he slams his massive dick into me. I grit my teeth to keep from screaming.

Leaning over me, he grabs me by my hair and whispers into my ear, "You're my good girl, Teagan. Mine—not his."

"I know," I whimper, my breath heaving. "I know that."

"You better," he says as he drills into my pussy. "I'm going to make sure you do. You'remygirl, Teagan. Mine to fuck, mine to use, mine to hurt. Mine to tie up in thefuckingbasement if you deserve it. Do you deserve it, Teagan?"