Keira’s breath catches. “That’s—that’s not normal.”
“We’ve never been normal, Ace and I,” I say, my lips brushing her ear.
“Ace and Cyrus?” she asks, realization hitting her. “From the club last night?”
I smirk. “Well remembered, little dancer.” The tension in the air shifts, thickens with possibility and something darker.
I press her harder against the wall, my cock throbbing against the thin fabric between us. Her body heat seeps through, making me wild with need. I want to tear that ridiculous purple scrap off her and take her right here.
“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, little dancer,” I growl against her throat. “We’re going to ruin you.”
Ace moves closer with his mask still covering his face, his breathing controlled, but his eyes burning. “We’ll take turns with you until you forget your own name.”
“Until all you remember is ours,” I add, grinding my hips into hers, feeling her response in the way her body trembles. “I’ll fuck you while he watches, then he’ll take his turn.”
Ace’s voice drops lower. “Or perhaps we’ll have you together. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Both of us filling you at once?”
I slide my hand up to grip her jaw, forcing her to look at me. “I’ll be rough when he’s gentle.” My thumb traces her bottom lip. “I’ll mark every inch of this beautiful skin while he makes you come so hard you see stars.”
Her pupils dilate, breath coming faster as I roll my hips again, letting her feel exactly how hard I am for her. A small, involuntary sound escapes her throat.
“We’re going to break you open,” I whisper, “and put you back together the way we want you.”
“Piece by delicious piece,” Ace finishes, now close enough that she’s sandwiched between us.
Her eyes flutter closed, lips parting as she whispers, “Please.”
The word hangs in the air between us, charged with surrender and desire.
“Exactly right, beautiful,” Ace says, his voice like silk over steel. “Tell us what you want.”
I slide my hands down her sides, feeling her shiver under my touch, her back arching instinctively, pressing her breasts against my chest.
Her eyes open, gaze moving from me to Ace and back again. There’s fear there, yes, but something stronger drowns it out—hunger.
“Both of you,” she breathes.
I grab Keira’s wrist and tug her away from the wall. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable, little dancer.” My voice is roughwith need, a growl that vibrates through my chest. “Somewhere we can take our time with you.”
She stumbles as I pull her down the corridor, but I don’t slow my pace. Ace follows close behind, his footsteps measured where mine are urgent. My blood’s on fire, every nerve ending screaming for her touch.
When we reach the steel door to the Pit, I punch in the code with shaking fingers. The door slides open with a metallic groan, revealing the red-lit chamber beyond.
“What is this place?” Keira’s voice catches as she peers inside. Her body goes rigid, resistance finally showing in the way she digs her heels in.
“Our playground,” I say, dragging her through the doorway despite her sudden reluctance. The heavy door closes behind us with a final-sounding thud.
I watch her face as she takes in the sunken floor, the mirrored wall, the restraints hanging at strategic points. Her eyes widen, pupils dilating with fear and something darker.
“Come on.” I tug her toward the steps leading down to the main area. “Down you go.”
As we descend into the pit, her entire body tenses against mine. The subtle shift catches my attention immediately—it’s different from her earlier fear. This is deeper, more visceral.
“Interesting,” I murmur, studying the way she holds herself now.
“What?” she asks, voice barely audible.
I don’t answer, exchanging a glance with Ace. He’s noticed it too.
