Sylas’s POV
The one behind me shoved hard, and I stumbled forward, barely catching myself on my palms before I could slam face-first into the ground.
"f**k, what a nice ass you got there," he said, his voice like velvet soaked in gravel. "Can’t wait to f**k it."
Wait—what?
"No, no, I—" I started, but my words vanished as a hand landed hard on my ass with a loud smack. The pain bloomed instantly. Not playful. Not flirtatious. It felt like a warning.
They didn’t seem to care.
Another sharp smack hit my ass, pain flaring across the skin. I gasped, not in pleasure—this wasn’t teasing anymore. It stung like punishment.
Before I could twist around, the guy in front of me stepped closer. His fingers curled under my chin and forced my face up. I looked into his eyes—and that’s when everythi
