RAFAEL

Last night was... something else.

There’s no sight more pleasing, no drug more potent, than watching her tied up—laid out beautifully, just for me. Her wrists bound, her back arched. Her soft, perfect breasts tugged forward by the clamps I’d fastened—her body a work of art, trembling under my control. And her eyes... Goddess, those eyes locked on the mirror, watching herself, watching us.

Every breathless moan, every gasp that left her lips was a call to the beast inside me.

Ace had growled his approval, the primal part of me reveling in the way she surrendered—helpless and yet hungry for more. Her body writhed beneath my touch, soaked...