Page 178 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. One

“Come on me,” Oliver says breathlessly. “Cover me with your cum. Please.”

“Shit.”His words send me tumbling over the edge. I have to grab his shoulder to brace myself as ropes of cum shoot out and hit his stomach.

My phone goes off again, and for a moment I’m worried that something is wrong. But the thought is so fleeting that it’s gone the second it pops into my head.

“Fuck yes,” Oliver says, staring down at his stomach.

I have to fight with my body to stay upright as I pull my dick from my hand and continue stroking Oliver. His balls are tight, so he’s not far behind me.

“Look at me,” I murmur.

He does, licking his lips in between harsh breaths. His eyes are on fire in the best way, and I savor how alive he looks in the moment. Then I pick up the pace of my hand.

“Ell,” he gasps.

“Make a mess, O. Come everywhere.”

“Fuck.” Oliver thrusts into my hand. “Ell. Elliot!” He lets out something between a high-pitched moan and a shout. His back arches, and then he’s comingall over my hand and his stomach. By the time he’s finished, he’s limp and panting, only held up by the restraints.

I kiss him. “Good boy.”

“Goddamn,” he moans.

After cleaning off my hand, I untie him and start cleaning him up with tissues. My phone goes offagain,and the worry I felt earlier comes back tenfold.

“Jesus, Ell,” Rhett says, grabbing it from the desk. “Sounds like someone’s desperate to talk to you.”

“Can you see if it’s important?” I finish cleaning up Oliver before slipping my boxers and pants back on.

“Finn called you a couple times,” Rhett replies. “And then…” He goes silent, tapping the screen and staring down at it. The content look on his face fades.

Noises start coming from my phone, like he’s playing a video. And then I hear the unmistakable sound of Wren shouting.

“Rhett?” I say.

He doesn’t respond.

Shit.

Stepping up next to him, I peer down at my phone. Then I yank it from Rhett’s hands, scrolling through the messages he has pulled up.

Unknown Number:This is Jordan Williams. She’ll pay for what you’ve done.

“What’s going on?” Oliver says. He’s already mostly dressed. “Please tell me that wasn’t Wren’s voice.”

I scroll to the most recent video Jordan sent and play it.

Please still be alive. Please, love.

Watching Wren struggle for air is excruciating. And when she stops fighting while her head is still underwater, a panic I’ve only felt a few times before spreads through my entire body.

I feel Oliver come up beside me just as Jordan yanks Wren’s head above water. “Oh my god,” he murmurs.

“You’re learning,” Jordan says to Wren. “Now look at the camera.” Once she’s staring at us, her expression terrified and exhausted, Jordan shouts, “Look at her.Soaked to the bone, freezing, and half-drowned. This is what happens when you fuck with the wrong people. I hope you learn your lesson.”

Wren takes a deep breath, like she knows she’s about to go back under, before blurting, “I’m in a house sur-”

Her sentence is cut off by Jordan shoving her head underwater again. She doesn’t fight him, just lets it happen. And when he makes no move to let her up, it becomes hard formeto breathe.