AARON POV
I had always needed control. It was who I was—who I had to be. In life, in battle, in the bedroom. Control grounded me, gave me purpose, kept the chaos at bay.
But watching her now, so effortlessly commanding us, stripping us of all dominance, made something inside me snap. Not in anger. Not in frustration. But in a raw, primal need that threatened to consume me whole.
Amber was a vision of untamed power. Confident. Seductive. Completely in charge. And **fu.ck** if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
My mind, still drunk on her, spiraled into dangerous territory—visions of her wrapped in black leather, a tight corset accentuating every sinful curve, thigh-high boots clicking against the floor as she stalked toward me, a wicked glint in those hypnotic blue ey
