Not until we’re done with her.
“Hey beautiful, got a little tied up?”
She mumbles something unintelligible while rolling her eyes.
“You’re something else.” Aaron mutters to me, as he looks around trying to locate his friend who’s been acting like a shadow all night.
“Did he leave, sweetheart?” I run my knuckles along her cheek, down to her hardened nipples as I play with them.
She nods, closing her eyes. There is a vibrator against her clit, on the lowest setting. This isn’t something I’m into since I like to force pleasure, not take it away. But I know Aaron must love the sight of this.
“What the fuck, D!” Aaron yells.
He’s still here. I’d bet on it. Probably watching us right now.
I didn’t see any prints as we came in, and there aren’t any leading back over the fake snow covering the ground. Just ours, heading this way. Around the tree, though, there are footsteps branching out in multiple directions, like the points of a star, but none heading toward either door.
My attention shifts back to Selene, her beauty commanding my focus. I bend down, capturing her taut nipple in my mouth. The muffled groan that escapes her lips is just what I needed.
“He left us a present to unwrap,” I murmur, a smirk tugging at my lips. “It’s thoughtful.”
I suck hard, loving the way her back arches as I pinch her other nipple. “We can’t let it go to waste.”
Aaron’s restless pacing has stopped. Now he’s still, lingering behind me as I pinch and suck harder, drawing another sweet, shaky sound from Selene. She sways forward, utterly captivating—our sole focus in this room, the only thing grounding us. I can’t believe Aaron isn’t all over her by now.
“Why would he leave like that?” Aaron asks, his tone threatening to kill the mood.
“Who gives a fuck?” I snap without looking back.
“Maybe I do,” he bites back, voice low, like he’s testing me—trying to fight for dominance.
I turn slowly, adjusting my collar as I face him. His cock is hard and straining against his pants, impossible to ignore no matter where you’re standing.
“Are you worried he’s watching?” I whisper, stepping closer, letting the words settle between us like a dare. “Taking notes? Something to use against you later?”
His pupils widen, just enough to tell me I’ve struck a nerve.
“You don’t know me. You don’t know us.”
He couldn’t be more wrong.
“Untie her,” I order, my voice cold and unwavering.
Aaron doesn’t move. Instead, he crosses his arms over his chest, squaring up like he’s trying to make himself look bigger. But we’re the same size, and I know damn well that if it came to a fight, I’d put him on his ass in seconds. Years of combat training have made me confident in that fact—unlike Aaron, who’s spent his time sculpting muscles at the gym without ever learning how to use them.
“I don’t take orders from you,” he grits his teeth, forcing the words out.
“Untie her,” I repeat, my tone sharper, “or you’re out. No play. No second chances. I’m not saying it again.”
His jaw clenches, and for a second, I think he’ll comply—but then I see it. The flicker of defiance, the tension in his shoulders. The elbow flies toward my face, fast but predictable. I’m already moving, ducking just in time to feel the rush of air as it misses me by inches. In one fluid motion, I pivot, grabbing his shoulder and using his own momentum to drive him to the ground.
The impact echoes in the room as my knee slams into his chest, pinning him with a force that knocks the breath from his lungs. Aaron writhes beneath me, muscles straining as hestruggles to break free, but it’s useless. His arms are trapped, his strength neutralized under my grip.
That was too easy.
Leaning down, I press my lips close to his ear, my breath hot against his skin as a dark laugh escapes me. “What’s it gonna be?”
His body stiffens beneath me, every muscle coiled with fury and frustration. It doesn’t matter though because we both know he’s trapped. Delicious power thrums through my veins, electric and undeniable, as I push down harder, forcing the decision onto him. I love the way his defiance begins to crack.
