Page 176 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

I shiver at the promise in his voice, at the undeniable reality that I’ll never be done with them.

Hank moves first, lifting me effortlessly, setting me on unsteady feet. My legs shake as I breathe, but my body is already craving more.

Gabe’s already ahead of us, the door swinging open, revealing the space that belongs to him and him alone.

Sleek black walls.

The gleam of polished metal.

The glint of restraints hanging from the posts of the massive bed—waiting.

Whips. Floggers.

And that crop.

The one that kisses and bites in equal measure.

Neatly arranged. Ready.

Like instruments of seduction.

Gabe leans against the frame, arms crossed, watching me take it all in.

“Let’s see if you can handle what comes next.” His smirk is slow. Lethal. He steps forward, fingers grazing my jaw, tipping my chin up so I have to meet his eyes. “Tie her to the bed.”

“With pleasure.” Hank lowers me onto the cool sheets.

Gabe’s fingers skim my throat, his touch light but firm, tilting my face toward his so I have no choice but to meet his gaze.

“Do you want to be takenhard?” His voice is smooth and measured, but beneath it is a promise—a warning. “Or do you want it soft and gentle?”

His thumb traces my lower lip slowly, teasingly, a harsh contrast to the weight behind his question. My breath shudders, my body still thrumming from everything they’ve already done to me.

Soft and gentle would besafe.

It would mean slow kisses and lingering touches. The kind of pleasure that builds like a slow tide washing over me in waves, wrapping me in warmth.

But that’s not what I crave.

Not here. Not now.

Not from them.

Hard means giving up everything.

It means surrendering completely.

It means restraint—powerless beneath their hands, unable to stop what’s coming or do anything but take.

It means Hank holding me down, his strength unyielding, while Gabe pushes me past my limits, makes me feel every moment, every sensation, every second of my submission.

My pulse pounds. Heat coils low, thick, and consuming.

I know what I’m asking for.

And I want it.

My lips part, my voice is breathless but certain. “Hard.”

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