Hailey's pov
The afterglow barely settled before the hunger resurfaced—darker this time, edged with something raw and possessive. I lay between them, skin flushed and sensitive, every breath reminding me how thoroughly they’d claimed me moments ago.
Ryan’s eyes met Roy’s over my shoulder—a silent conversation, electric and unspoken. Ryan’s smirk curled slow and dangerous as he reached for the nightstand drawer.
The silk ties spilled into his palm—deep crimson, cool and slippery, whispering promises as he let them trail across my collarbone.
My pulse spiked instantly.
Roy’s hand closed around my wrist, thumb pressing into the frantic beat there. “You feel that?” he murmured, voice a low rumble that vibrated through my chest. “Your heart’s racing already. You want this.”
I swallowed,
