Mia

“Stay exactly where you are.”

The order is quiet but absolute. My body obeys before I can argue. I remain sprawled on the silk sheets, legs loose, chest rising too fast, every inch of me marked by their mouths and hands.

Shadow’s kiss still burns on my forehead. The tenderness of it sits strangely against the ache between my thighs.

Red crosses to a low cabinet I hadn’t noticed and returns with soft black rope and a set of padded leather cuffs. The sight of them sends a fresh pulse of heat through me, sharp and nervous at once.

“We will need a save word from you,” Grey says,...