Page 191 of Indulge
“Ain’t that the truth.”
I move over to Rowan; he grins as I run the smooth side of the blade against his cheek.
“Now you, rockstar. Would you bleed for me?”
“I’d bleed out for you. You know that, baby.”
I press a kiss to his cheek, and he groans softly, the sound barely contained.
“I really get to you, don’t I?” I whisper.
“I’m addicted.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Do you trust me?” he counters.
I drag the dull edge of the blade down his throat until it catches on his skin, a single bead of red blooming there.
I inhale sharply, then lean in and brush my lips against it, tasting the metallic salt before it fades.
Then I step back so I can see them both, strapped up and bound to me in ways they probably never imagined.
“How do we win?” Rowan asks.
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REGGIE
She stands between us, the knife still in her hand, her breathing shallow.
It’s the first time all night she doesn’t look like she’s performing.
She looks like herself. Beautiful, powerful, a force.
Her gaze flicks between us.
Rowan, strapped up and grinning like he’d bleed himself dry for her.
Me, fighting every instinct not to rip free and pull her close.
Finally, she tilts her head, the faintest smirk playing on her lips.
She moves first to Rowan, unbuckling the strap from his chest.
Her touch is slow, almost tender, and I can feel the heat crawling under my skin just watching her do it.
He meets her eyes with that unshakeable calm of his, too confident, too sure he’s already won.
Then she turns to me.
Our eyes lock, and everything else fades.
“Round two isn’t over,” she says. “The real test is creative.”
Her tone sharpens, playfulness returning. “You both think you understand me, what I want, what I need. But trust isn’t just about obedience. It’s about intuition.”
She glances between us, eyes glinting with challenge.
