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Ryder snorts. “I was just dick deep in your pussy. How is that any worse?”

I grab the bottle of shampoo, yet another shitty brand that will fry my hair, and squirt out a handful. But it smells like him, and my horny brain is oddly satisfied. “Why don’t you tell me about the scars on your back.”

There’s silence.

I laugh. “I didn’t think so. Not so brave when it comes down to it, huh?”

The water rains down, and I scrub the soap into my hair. It feels fucking amazing.

“My dad beat me when I was a kid.”

I freeze, glancing out into the bathroom. Ryder looks chill, still leaning against the doorway, with Halloweiner cuddled up on his feet. He raises an eyebrow.

“Oh,” I say. “I’m…sorry.”

“Don’t be. Why don’t you like being blindfolded?”

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Who cares? It’s not like it’s a big deal. “My grandma always made me look away when she was beating me.”

There are no sounds except the water beating down on the tile. I stand there for a minute, my face burning, then rinse my hair out. When that’s done, I scrub the rest of my body.

I dare a peek out at Ryder. His entire body is rigid, and he’s lost the relaxed look.

Fear runs through me. Oh my god, he looks murderous.

“She’s dead,” I say quickly. I’m not sure why. She doesn’t deserve my protection. But…I can’t bear to see what happened to Ben happen to her. I just…can’t.

My face burns again. Not that he’d care that much. I’m not sure why I even said that.

“Can you get out? I’m going to dry off.”

For a minute, I don’t think he will. Then, he does, and the door shuts with a soft click.

I let out a breath as a tiny hint of disappointment fills me. What the hell?

I yank the water off and step out. I don’t need him anyway. It was a mistake, but maybe I just fucked my way into a win at this fucked up game.

But my god, those scars were bad. Way worse than what I went through. I towel off aggressively. Life is so unfair.

Chapter 77

Cali

Ryder won’t let me leave the room, and I don’t want to see the other men anyway. It feels like the longest night of my life. I don’t move, knowing Ryder’s huge, naked body is lying next to me. I can feel the heat off him. My traitorous pussy gets wet thinking about all those muscles and all that ink. His dick is…I hate to admit it, but it felt so fucking good. And the tattoos down the side of it? Clearly, the man loves his pain.

I stare into the dark, expecting Miles or Sawyer to come bursting in. I can’t tell if I want them to or I don’t. But no one does.

I shift. Getting naked was a bad idea. A horrible idea.

My pussy screams that it was the best idea.

Just when I think I won't, I fall asleep at some point in the early morning. When I wake up, the other side of the bed is empty. My hair is ratty, and I have a headache, but otherwise, I feel fine.

I played Sawyer’s game. I won. I need to tell him so he’ll let me go.

My feet drag as I get ready. I tell myself it’s not because I want to keep that I fucked Ryder to myself. It’s because I don’t want to see Sawyer. I’m still mad at him.

Finally, I work myself up enough to march into the kitchen. I’m not sure what I’m going to say, and I expect to face all of them, but it’s just Miles on his phone on the couch.