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“I bet she is,” Liam responded. “Is she clenching on you?”

“You have no fuckin’ idea.” Mack twisted his hips, grinding into her and bearing down on Liam’s hand between them. Did Mack feel him there? When he slid his cock out, did Liam’s hand brush his length? Why the hell was that thought so arousing?

Mack’s tongue thrust deep in her mouth, echoing the movements of his hips. Oh God, she’d never— She didn’t know it would feel so—

Her eyes squeezed shut as her back arched into Mack’s chest. Oh God, it was hitting. So much deeper and harder than before. Her toes curled and she buried her hand in Liam’s hair as he swooped down, sucking on her neck while Mack kissed her.

Her high-pitched cry pierced the air as the blinding wave inside her went up.

Up.

Up.

UP.

And then all the weight of gathered pressure released in one heart-stopping crash of pleasure. Like every ounce of her being was fulfilling its purpose perfectly, stretching out to the edges of her toes and out to her fingertips as she hovered at the apex for—one heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Three—

And then the breath swooshed out of her as she collapsed backward on the bed as the wave finally receded.

Her eyes drifted open only to see Mack’s exquisite face as it contorted in pleasure. His mouth was dropped open and his gray eyes burned as he looked down at her. Then he thrust his hips forward and planted himself so deep she knew she’d never forget the feel of him. Ever. Not until her dying day and probably not even then. She’d remember this feeling for eternity.

Mack collapsed on top of her, holding his hands on either side of her so he didn’t crush her. She looked down at the top of his head, wondering what he was thinking. And Liam. She reached for him again and drew him down so that he was lying in the crook of her arm. Then she ran her hands through Mack’s dark hair and he bowed his head into her collarbone.

The room was completely quiet except for the noise of all of them catching their breath. And Calla thought there hadn’t ever been a more perfect moment in all of existence. She’d never felt more connected to a human being, or more fully alive than she did right at this moment.

Until Mack pulled off her. The next second, he rolled so that his feet were on the floor. Calla blinked up in surprise to see him walking away from the bed. He didn’t look back at her. He turned only enough so that his face was in profile, his gaze fixed on the door. His voice sounded raw when he said, “Get her cleaned up.”

And then he slammed out the door.

Chapter Thirteen

MACK

Mack skipped the elevator and went to the stairs. He had to get the fuck out of here. It wasn’t until he was down the stairs and out the front hotel doors that he stopped to even breathe.

“Fuck,” he yelled, grabbing both sides of his head. What the hell had he just done?

She’d been a virgin. A fucking virgin. She had no clue what she’d been getting into. But he’d pulled her into it. And then, ordering Liam around, just like he had with B—

Fuck. He slammed the brick wall closest to him with his palm. Several people walking by on the sidewalk jumped and then held their purses tighter once they got a look at him.

Calla had never looked at him like that. She’d never once seemed scared of him. Her eyes had held complete trust. Even when he was taking her fucking virginity.

She’d been an innocent.

Until him.

He shut his eyes and immediately he saw Ben. It was seven years ago and his new cellmate was looking up at him just like Calla had.

Ben was no innocent though. No, Ben’s innocence had been stolen the first night he was in lock up.

“You got me away from him.” Ben had looked at him reverently.

Mack had turned away, not able to take the way the kid was watching him. “It was nothing.” He said it in a tone meant to discourage further conversation.

Ben made an incredulous noise. “Nothing?” Mack could feel him take a step closer even as Ben’s voice dropped to a whisper. “That monster raped me every night, sometimes twice a night, for nineteen months, three weeks, and two days. When I was told I was changing cells, I thought it’d just be more of the same.”

Mack spun around at that. “I’m nothing like that fucker.”

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