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How in the hell should I explain this?Calvin would ten out of ten be better at this than me. Even Sayge—wait, no. He was bat shit insane. He probably would get hard from hearing Elio claim us like property. Shit, I was becoming hard from it too, but it made no sense.
Rough fingers wrapped around my throat, and it felt so familiar my body relaxed without a single thought.
“Are you trying to leave?” Elio asked. His voice was the same deadly tone he’d used downstairs. Having it aimed at me sent hot and cold chills racing down my body.
My blood rushed, but instead of fear softening me, I became harder every second that ticked by.Maybe Sayge wasn’t the only one fucked in the head.
“I didn’t say that.” I licked my lips. They felt drier than normal. “Elio—”
His hand tightened around my neck. The pressure sent calmness through me. As if this was where I was supposed to be, in Elio’s embrace. He pulled me closer.
“Mine!”
My eyes closed as hope erupted in the middle of my chest.
“Okay.”
Elio bit my neck. Pain blossomed there and enveloped me in a smoldering heat. “I said okay,” I choked out as a moan was forced from my lips.
He only bit another place, drawing out another moan. My head was turning foggier by the second. I tilted my head to the side, giving him more access. Elio bit along my jaw with harsh bites that would surely leave a mark.
The marks he’d left on my body last time hadn’t even faded yet, and here he was adding more. My stomach fluttered, and I tried to move closer to him.
“Yours.”Fuck it.Using logic against a man like Elio was pointless.
Elio bit me again, and I cried out as the pain turned into heat over my shoulder.
“I already agreed. Shit,” I ground out. I placed both hands on his shoulders, but there was no point in pushing him away. He was crazy as fuck, but maybe that was what I needed.
What we needed.
ChapterTwelve
CALVIN
Wakingup felt like a waste of time, but there was only so much sleep a person could get. The bed was empty. Sayge had long ago abandoned it, and I wasn’t even sure if Dar slept with us.
An ache deep in my chest was just as persistent as the headache that pounded across my forehead. My stomach rumbled, but I ignored that too.
Rolling over, I buried my face into the pillow and drew my knees. I just wanted to sleep and escape my own mind. I was tired of being stuck. Still, no matter how long I lay there, nothing changed. There was no sleep coming my way.
I turned my head and let out a heavy sigh forcing my tired eyes open. I jumped instantly, the covers flying off me as I screamed. Elio stood over the bed, his unwavering gaze watching me.
“Shit!” I pressed against my chest, my heart was beating out of control, and my breathing had become labored.Why was he standing there, and why hadn’t I heard him?
Elio wasn’t exactly a small guy at six-five and with a substantial amount of muscle on him. I should have heard him open the door or approach, at least.
I glanced past him, and the door was closed. Neither Dar nor Sayge were there.
“How much longer do you plan to sleep?” Elio asked.
Forever.
I looked away at my hands as I stroked my thumb. “I’m tired.”
Rough fingers gripped my chin and turned my head. My breath caught as Elio moved closer.
“Don’t lie to me.”
