BLAZE
Ashton writhes, muscles straining, breath coming in short, sharp gasps—desperate, animalistic. The ropes creak like they’re begging to snap, but they won’t. I tied them myself. I made sure of it. I watch him, heat licking up my spine, curling low in my gut. He’s so f*****g pretty like this. So helpless. So lost.
Mine. Ours. And when will he learn that?
I’m still pissed because of what he’s doing with Scarlet but that’s a problem for another day.
A groan slips past his lips, wrecked, ruined. His body jerks—his back arching against the mattress, sweat-damp skin glistening under the dim light. He doesn’t know where he is. Not yet. But he will.
Luther chuckles behind me, low and dark, his voice wrapping around me like barbed wire. "Good boy," he murmurs, voice like a goddamn c
