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The whistle comes before the hit, and when it makes contact, my entire body jerks as pain shoots through me. Holy fuck. The whistling comes again and again, and I’m laced with fiery pain.

I groan.

“Take your dick out,” Ryder demands softly. “You too, Miles.”

I obey.

Whistle, hit.Fuck.

I groan, completely turned on. The pain soothes me in a way nothing else can.

Sick fuck.

Whistle, hit.

I stroke myself, my dick swelling impossibly hard. My ass is on fire. Ryder is precise with his strikes, hitting the same spots every time on purpose for maximum pain.

With the next strike, I whimper in pain.

Ryder groans behind me. “You gonna cry for me, Sawyer?”

“No,” I grit. He hits me again, lighting my entire body in pain, and damn me, I want to. I’m on the edge of coming.

“No welcome home tears, Sawyer? What a...”hit "...bad boy...”hit.

“Fuuuck,” I groan.

I jump as Ryder traces his hand softly over my ass. The skin feels hot and welted. Ryder whispers in my ear, “Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” I grit.

“Then talk to me.” He steps back and hits me again. I cry out, pain and pleasure curling through my whole body.

“Come,” he demands.

I do, coming into my hand and sagging against the car.

“Miles, you wait.”

Miles groans.

Ryder chuckles. He pats my shoulder. “That was a fun warm-up.”

I choke back a sob. Holy fuck, I’m being weak today. What the hell is happening to me?

Ryder runs his hands down my arms. “Sawyer, what did you need to tell me?”

I pull my pants up, straighten, and turn to face him. I banish every trace of emotion from my voice and stare over his shoulder into the desert behind him. “I took the girl who called you in, made her my mark, and now she’s chained up in your bedroom.”

Chapter 27

Ryder

Itake in what Sawyer just said, glancing between his eyes. They’re glassy with the beautiful tears I just caused. Fuck, I want to fuck the tortured look out of him. He looks worse than when I last saw him. I know he fights his demons. I know what his mom did to him haunts him. But this? This seems worse.

Sawyer hates women. It was only a matter of time before he took one as his mark. Although, I suppose I thought his mom would be the first.

I shake my head. “Get back in the car.”