Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires
“Then the camera exposes them first. Nobody gets out clean.”
The blade glinted under the bulb. Bella’s stomach twisted, but her thighs clenched. The danger of it—the wrongness—made her breath quicken.
Jason leaned forward, grinning. “Alright. Let’s bleed for it.”
Dom didn’t hesitate. He dragged the knife across his palm, blood welling up thick and red. He licked it once, slow, then smeared it across his lips like war paint. His eyes locked on Bella’s.
“Seal it,” he growled, grabbing her chin.