Elena’s POV

Daniel's body didn't move an inch. He sat pinned to the edge of our bed, his shoulders heavy, trying to balance himself in the dim light. His breath came in short, jagged hitches that escaped through his chest.

The blindfold hung loose from his right hand, forgotten, trailing against the dark bedsheets. His eyes were wide as he looked around the room, trying to process the sight in front of him.

First, he looked at Sasha standing tall behind him.

Then at Ivy by his right knee.

Then at Carmen beside his left thigh.

Finally, his gaze returned to me, eyes dark and lustful in the quiet room....