Selene never asked permission.
So when she dragged Gabriel and Eren into the waiting car without a word, they didn’t dare question her. Not when she strapped leather cuffs to their wrists. Not when she clipped matching black collars to their throats. And certainly not when she secured their mouths with gags—tight, silent, humiliating.
Gabriel’s c**k hardened the moment the gag pressed between his lips.
Eren closed his eyes like he was praying.
Selene didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. Her presence pulsed like a dark star—dense, inescapable. She sat between them in the backseat, gloved fingers trailing down their bare thighs. Teasing. Controlling. Reminding them exactly who they belonged to.
The car stopped outside an unfamiliar estate.
Gothic windows. Steel gates. A red lantern flicke
