She whimpers, the restraints rattle again. “Touch me,” she breathes out.
I step back, staring down at her helpless little body one last time before pulling my mask down over my face.
I slip away, a thrill coursing through me as I glance back over my shoulder. Anticipation simmers just beneath my skin, eager for the moment the boys stumble upon the little gift I’ve left behind.
Sticking to the shadows, I position myself where I can see everything without being seen. The thought of watching them—observing every reaction, every touch, every kiss—feeds the beast in a new way. This isn’t just about the act; it’s about control, about orchestrating a moment that belongs entirely to me, even if they’ll never know it.
CHAPTER 16
TRISTAN
“Did Dom say anything else?” Aaron asks as we head toward the amusement park tucked behind the hotel.
“No.”
He scoffs, the frustration in his voice evident. “Thought we were sharing, not competing. He took her while we slept?”
“Nah. The three of us passed out together. Dom left before Selene and I found you in the shower.”
Aaron shakes his head like he’s trying to clear a nagging thought. “Weird.”
“Not everyone is fully into this lifestyle,” I offer, gauging his reaction.
“That’s not it. I know he’s into this shit. But something’s off with him tonight.”
Yeah,because of a pretty blonde known as your sister. Dominik can’t seem to rid himself of her, but Aaron’s been blind to that forever. Maybe it’s denial. A good businessman assesses everything, yet he’s let this slide for God knows how long. Luckily, Aaron tends to leave emotion out of work; otherwise, he wouldn’t be here tonight.
“You seem a bit off too,” I say, testing him.
He cuts me a sharp look. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he grunts. Then, after a pause, “Some of the rooms were just…too much.”
I nod, knowing exactly what he means.
“This place isn’t for the weak,” I say, throwing him a bone.
He gives me a half-smile, pleased by the compliment. Share a woman and solidify a business partnership all in one night? By some standards, I’d call that a success.
We take a side route, the shortcut to the fantasy halls. There’s only one Christmas tree farm simulation, which makes finding Dom and Selene easier. Aaron stays quiet as we move through an empty warehouse, his eyes scanning the space but never asking questions. He doesn’t comment on the apparatuses tucked into the corners, tools waiting for someone with a hungry enough imagination to use them.
Most people don’t venture out here. They stick to their rooms in the hotel or get caught up in someone else’s game.
But I like it back here. It’s quiet, secluded.
A place where you can get away with anything.
My cock hardens the second I open the door and see her.
Maybe Dominik and I will become friends after all.
“Fuckkk,” Aaron curses beside me.
Selene is suspended, her body opened up like a flower as she hangs from the wall. Cuffs bind her wrists, ropes twist around her limbs, and a metal bar keeps her legs spread wide. A gag muffles her cries, reducing her voice to a series of desperate whimpers. When she spots us, her eyes widen with a mix of fear and hope, and she thrashes against her restraints, fighting to set herself free. But the effort only serves to tighten the ropes, and she winces, a painful reminder that she’s been defeated. A beautiful prisoner trapped by her own desires.
She’s not going anywhere.
