She didn’t know how long she’d been here.
Days blurred into nights. Pain blurred into pleasure. Her body no longer flinched when the collar tightened, when the leash was yanked, when the plug slid into place. Obedience was no longer learned—it was instinct.
Celeste didn’t think. She waited.
For him.
Damian’s world wasn’t built on love. It was built on control. And she had become his favorite possession.
But tonight, there was something different in the way he looked at her.
He stood by the wall, dressed in black, sleeves rolled, arms folded. Behind him, two men entered. Tall. Expensive. Powerful. One older, sharp as a blade. The other younger, predatory and silent.
They both wore the Playground’s signature silver rings.
Celeste’s breath caught.
They weren’t visitors.
They were ow
