Mason's POV
Her eyes flutter closed, and her body sags, suspended only by Nathan’s hold and the iron will she has left.
We’ve pushed her to the brink, and I know we’re not done yet. Not even close.
But right now? She’s our perfect little toy, trembling and desperate and still giving us everything.
Nathan pulls away from her slowly, his hands lingering just a little longer on her hips as if reluctant to let go. I can see it in the way his fingers twitch, the way he breathes out, steadying himself before stepping back. He moves to the side, and I catch the glint in Theo’s eyes right before he speaks.
“Move to the bed.”
His voice is low, firm, and it doesn’t leave room for questioning. Harper doesn’t move at first, not out of defiance, but because her limbs are trembling. She’s worn out
