“That’s too bad.”
My hand makes its way down her body until my fingers are sitting right at her entrance. She’s dripping, has been dripping for so long that her ass crack is wet too. I push two fingers inside her, slowly swirling them around before pulling out and forcing them down her throat.
“Suck.”
And she does, like a good fucking girl.
“Such a good little sub.”
“More. I need more,” she begs, pulling a hungry groan from Aaron.
Tucking her sweaty hair behind one ear, I kiss her temple.
“Give her an inch.”
A rustling from the tree line snags my attention. I turn, catching Dominik as he steps from the shadows, his mask still firmly in place, the faint glow of the moon highlighting the sharp edges of his silhouette. He leans against a tree with a casual confidence, watching us.
My lips curve into a slow smile, the weight of this moment sinking in. Whatever happens after tonight—wherever life has in store for the three of us—we’ll carry this night together. Bound by shared depravity, by desires too raw and dark to name, and by an unspoken understanding that goes deeper than words.
Forever.
CHAPTER 17
AARON
When I tell you I slipped into another version of myself, into a mindset I didn’t even know existed, I’m not exaggerating. I barely recognized who I became in that last hour, but whatever it was, I need more of it.
The way Tristan controlled me while I dominated Selene—it was beyond anything I’d ever experienced. I wasn’t just giving in; I was relinquishing control to something far bigger than myself, a force that stripped me down and reshaped me right in that moment. Part of me wanted to fight it, to claw back some semblance of power. But the strangest part? I enjoyed every second of it.
I loosened Selene’s ties one by one, though I couldn’t resist readjusting some just to leave more marks on her skin. It was intoxicating—the way her body resisted, the redness flaring where the rope bit into her, even the small cuts forming. It just made me want her more, seeing the pain points on her body like that made me want to brand myself onto her. I wouldn’t actually do that, given the rules of this game…but fuck, I wanted to.
What happened back there pulled me so far into the moment that, for a while, everything else vanished. The memory of the mystery blonde—the killer—faded into the background. The dealthat brought us here, the reasons Dom and I stayed, all of it seemed distant and irrelevant. Even the tension between Dom and me no longer mattered.
Just the three of us.
For the first time in as long as I can remember, my mind went completely blank. I slipped into a different world—one where nothing existed but the here and now. The weight of everything I was running from, the chaos, the secrets—gone. It was like falling into a dream, and I didn’t want to wake up.
Tristan and I ravaged Selene—there’s no other word for it. But the real surprise wasn’t just in what we did to her; it was in whathedid to me. He took control, commanded me in ways I wasn’t prepared for. He made me bend, follow his lead, and somehow, I didn’t resist. I let him take over, let him pull the strings while I unleashed everything on her. And the truth? I needed it. The rush that came from surrendering…it made everything more intense. In a world where I have to be in control every second of my life, this was a release I didn’t even know I craved.
It was the first time I’d ever let anyone do that.
And I’m not sure it’ll be the last.
It has to be. This was a one time thing.
Taking a deep breath, I try to come back to the current moment. Staring down at Selene’s perfectly bruised body covered in our semen. Even though I don’t have any energy left in me, I’m enjoying watching Tristan swirl the mixture of us up her chest, drawing it to her chin and pressing his fingers into her waiting mouth.
I’m getting hard again.
“Fucking hell, you two need to stop.”
Tristan smirks, shaking his head slowly while keeping his eyes on Selene, as if I’m not lying right beside them.
“Not until she licks up every last drop.”
A door slams shut, snapping me back to reality. My pulse quickens as the memory surfaces—Dominik. He’d been there the entire time, watching from the shadows. Witnessing everything without ever stepping in. The thought unsettles me now, knowing he stayed just on the edge, close enough to see but never to join. Detached and unfazed.
“He never left,” Selene murmurs.
