Theo POV
When she emerges again, the room itself seems to fall away. She’s covered in barely there black straps and gleaming studs, every inch of her body both revealed and enhanced. The outfit looks more like intricate weaponry than lingerie, and it threatens every ounce of restraint I have left.
She steps close enough for me to breathe her scent, the warmth of her skin brushing mine. “Maybe this would do it,” she says softly. “Maybe you’d drag me by the chains, tie me to your bed, and not let me move. You’d torment me, Theo, wouldn’t you? Your blade pressed just enough to sting, each touch branding me until everyone knows who I belong to.”
Her words hit harder, sharper, and I finally lift my eyes to hers, meeting her fierce challenge directly. I can feel my breath hitch, the carefully
