Alexander Voss’s POV
The sun has barely set when I decide it’s time.
The balcony wraps around the entire top floor—three sides of uninterrupted glass railing, seventy stories above the city. Below us, traffic crawls like ants, lights blinking in endless streams. People live entire lives down there, oblivious to what happens up here.
Tonight, the world gets a shadow of the truth.
I don’t bother dressing them.
Naked. Collars only. Black leather for Lila, rose gold for Sophia. Leashes clipped on—long, thin chains that glint in the evening light.
I lead them out on all fours.
The air is cool, wind whipping around the building, raising goosebumps on their skin. Their n*****s harden instantly. Knees scrape lightly on the smooth marble floor as they crawl behind me.
I stop at the widest s
