Bound by the Triplets
The subidón of total, lawless victory over our attackers sent a violent jolt of pure, unadulterated heat straight to my core.
Asher strode over to me, his chest heaving, his face smeared with black mud and the blood of his victims. He grabbed the front of my tactical shirt, hauling my body up against the hot hood of a militarized all-terrain vehicle the mercenaries had abandoned at the edge of the clearing.
"You set the grid perfectly, doll," Asher growled, his wild eyes dilated with an unhinged, feral lust as his large hands violently ripped the zipper of my tactical trousers open.