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Something slaps me in the back of the head, and I whirl. A tortilla lays at my feet. Anger rushes through me. Did he really just…throw that at me?

Sawyer winks. “I think you need to get off your high horse and chill the fuck out.” He pushes up and goes to the sink, shoulder-checking me on the way.

I curl my lip. Sawyer is toeing every line he can. I know he wants me to snap. “Stop testing me, Sawyer.”

He rolls his eyes. The man fucking rolls his eyes.

That’s it. I’ve had enough.

I dart towards him, pinning Sawyer against the counter.

Sawyer faces me, a dark look in his eyes. “Jesus, calm down Ryder. You’re being so emotional.”

I snap my hand to the knife sitting on the counter. Sawyer sees the movement and hurls his body closer to me, ducking his head and trying to wrap me up under my arm.

I twist as he does, taking both of us to the ground, and turn so his body takes most of the fall.

Sawyer grunts, and I whip the knife around in a flash, pinning it to his throat.

“Knife in play, asshole,” I hiss. “Relax.”

Sawyer reaches down and grips my dick through my pants. He grabs me hard, shooting pain and pleasure through me. I lean the knife into him just enough that it slices into his skin.

Instead of submitting to my hold, Sawyer laughs and yanks my dick painfully. I jerk, doing my best to keep a steady hand on his neck.

“Careful, dick.” I’m so close to his carotid.

“What, are you scared? Cut me, fucker. Make me hurt.”

I shift so I can meet Sawyer’s eyes. Usually he begs for this when he’s almost lost. He meets my gaze with crystal blue ones.The clarity shocks me. The darkness is only at the edges instead of overwhelming him.

Sawyer spits up at my face.

I flip him so he’s lying on his stomach and rip his shirt off in a violent move. He tries to get up, but I sit on his legs, pinning his head to the kitchen floor with my free hand.

“You want me to make it hurt?” I say, gripping his hair so hard he stiffens. “I’ll make it hurt, you fucking brat. You’re going to be crying for mercy by the time I’m done.”

“I don’t know,” he says through clenched teeth. “I think you became kind of a pussy after you went to jail.”

His words make anger zip through me and straight into my dick. I look down at his scarred back and admire my handiwork. My name is carved all over him, some “Ryder’s” fresh, some old. I lean down, biting one of the newer marks. Sawyer hisses in pain.

“Oh, you’re already crying? We haven’t even started.” I give a violent jerk to his hair. Sawyer’s groan is sharp. “I didn’t realize you had become such a pussy since I went to jail.”

Sawyer laughs roughly. I see a tear has traced its way down his cheek. I lean up and lick it from him. Fuck. His suffering goes right to my dick. I rub it against his ass.

“Hurt me already, Ryder. Stop making me wait for it.” He struggles.

I laugh. Fuck, I’ve missed this.

Chapter 59

Sawyer

Ryder’s domineering hold makes me hard as a rock. I can’t fight against his massive weight on my back.

I feel the cold steel on my lower back, and despite myself, I jump. I’ve felt the bite of his knife many times, and I know it hurts like a bitch.

I soak in the fear and the adrenaline. I am painfully hard.