Amy
The cold metal of the handcuffs bites into my wrists as I lie stretched across the bed, my pulse pounding in my ears. My breath comes in uneven waves, anticipation curling hot and low in my stomach. Kenny’s grip is firm where he holds me in place, his fingers pressing into my skin just enough to remind me I’m theirs now.
"Such a shame," Kenny murmurs, his voice smooth, almost amused. "You were always the good girl. What would your brother think?"
I shift, my body already aching for more than just words. "He doesn’t have to know."
Lestat hums softly next to me, his fingers lazily tracing patterns along the back of my thighs. "That’s true," he says thoughtfully. "And you can still back out. Anytime you want."
I lock eyes with him, my gaze filled with a reckless defiance. "Or you cou
