LOGINDavina’s POV
I didn’t go downstairs, I didn’t step out of my room. I watched him leave through the cracked blinds, his silhouette melting into the dark like some kind of leather-clad phantom, but I still didn’t dare go downstairs.
Part of me feels like he could have climbed back in through a window, or the chimney, or maybe he’s just waiting in the pantry with that bunny helme
Blaze’s POVJace gives me a small smile and a wave from the bar as I step out of the back rooms. I start toward him, already tasting the whiskey I’m about to order, when Elaine appears like a heat-seeking missile, arms loaded with fresh flyers. The second she spots me she makes a beeline.Sighing, I smirk and hold out my hand. “You do realise the guys just pin these on their bedroom walls and use them as target practice, right?”“But they still come by every now and then,” she insists, shoving the stack at me anyway.I take them without really looking. “Still struggling?”“You know it’s weird,” she says, shoulders slumping. “The men get far more action from the women at my place than my girls get from the men here. Yeah, I’m struggling bad.”
Davina POVThe comments roll in the way they always do.MrBigShot: Take it all off.DarkHorse: Use the toy.The usual chorus.I ignore them for now and trail my hand slowly across my skin, letting my fingers linger between my legs. I rub in lazy circles and smile at the camera. “You can ask, boys, but you may not get what you want,” I say with a wink. My fingers move quicker and I let a soft moan slip out.DarkDevil has joined.I groan out loud. I’m trying to get space from Echo, trying to breathe without him in my head, and here he is anyway.DarkDevil has tipped $300.I pretend I don’t see it and answer another comment instead.DarkDevil:
Siren’s POVI don’t wait for an explanation, for an apology, for anything. I just run. Out of the club, past the light of the building and the hum of voices, feet slamming concrete until my lungs burn and the cold night air claws at my throat.The Dom had slid his hand up my thigh, whispered something filthy, and I’d shut him down, hard. Walked out ready to breathe, ready to think… and saw her. Some blonde club bunny perched in Echo’s lap like she fucking belonged there, his hands on her waist, that smug little smirk on his face like he’d already forgotten I existed.My fists clench so tight my nails cut half-moons into my palms. This is my fault. Lila warned me. The guys warned me. Hell, even Echo’s own actions warned me, stalking, breaking in, kidnapping me with a goddamn bunny helmet. I laughed it off. I let myself f
Echo’s POVI thought glaring at her would work. I thought if I burned holes through her skull all day she’d feel it, get uncomfortable, stay the fuck home. But no. She’s here. At the club. Talking to some slick Dom at the bar like I don’t exist. That guy’s got maybe six hours left on this earth. Seven if I’m feeling generous.I did good, okay? I stayed the fuck off her stream. A notification hit my phone, and I didn’t click. Didn’t tip. Didn’t type a single word. Because if I had, I’d have been on my bike instantly, breaking every speed limit between the clubhouse and her apartment, kicking her door in, and fucking her until neither of us could walk.Then we’d have to restart the whole goddamn week. So I tortured myself instead. Let my brain play director and show me every filthy thing she mig
Siren’s POVHome feels… wrong. Like I’ve walked into someone else’s life instead of mine. Everything’s exactly where I left it, but it’s all off—too quiet, too empty, too… normal. I’ve known Echo for what, a week? And he’s already swallowed my entire world whole. This week apart is supposed to be breathing room, but right now it feels more like suffocation.I scoop Fluffy Bunny off the couch and sink into the cushions. The kitten purrs against my chest, tiny and warm, and I hate how much it reminds me of Echo’s stupid, possessive arms. I feel like I’ve left home and come back to a strange place, which is insane.I still have rent. I still have bills. I still have a life that doesn’t revolve around a bunny-helmeted psycho who makes me come until I forget my own name. So yeah,
Echo POVIf she streams without me, I swear to every demon listening, I’ll hunt down every single guy watching, break their fingers one by one, and mail them back with a note: Eyes off what’s mine. Then I’ll tie her to the bed and fuck her until the only name she remembers is mine.“Okay, Echo, enough,” Ghost snaps. “If she wants to go dance naked on a pole for half the city, she can.”Davina’s eyes light up like Christmas came early.“Stop giving her fucking ideas!” I’m already picturing tailing her wherever she goes, hiding in shadows like the psycho she’s turned me into.“Anything else?” she asks, grinning like a cat who just knocked the vase off the shelf.“Yeah,” Ghost says, leaning back. “Everyone her
Knox POVShe slept most of last night, which doesn’t surprise me. She needed it. I stayed awake, running through everything we know, watching her sleep like if I looked away, something might happen. The guys have been checking the names she gave u
Danielle POVSome of what I saw didn’t seem so bad. A few of the scenes even felt… understandable, in a strange way. But others left me unsure. It wasn’t that they looked wrong. Nothing about it suggested something was happening that
Knox POVShe watches me like she thinks I’m going to do something now. I’m not.“I need to know what triggers you currently have.”Her head tilts. “How w
Danielle POVI swallow. “What about… after?” I lift my gaze to meet his. “When a scene ends, what happens then?”“That depends on the people involved,” he says. “But for me? There’s aftercare. Alway







