Theo’s POV
She’s f*cking perfect. There’s no other word for it. The way she looked up at Nathan with those wide eyes, practically begging for his c*ck like two of us aren’t enough to satisfy her, it’s everything. That raw, unfiltered hunger in her gaze, the kind that doesn’t ask permission but silently commands it. She’s playing the role, sure, but she’s not just submitting, she’s steering this in her own way. And Nathan, whether he knows it or not, just proved it. The second she asked, he was already reaching for his belt.
He thinks we’re in control, that we’re the ones running the show. But she just shifted the dynamic without even speaking. She’s not the passenger here, not entirely. She’s driving, even if it’s with a soft voice and doe eyes.
Her gaze slides back to me, and I meet it
