Chapter 167

Mason POV

Even as I secure Alyssa’s wrists together with one of my green ties and King tightens a black ball gag around her mouth, she watches us with nothing but love and unwavering trust.

It’s captivating.

Once she’s fully bound, we step back to admire our handiwork. Alyssa’s on her knees on the bed—naked, vulnerable, breathtaking. For a split second, something flickers in her hazel eyes. Panic. Memory. Her breathing picks up, just a fraction too fast.

It’s subtle, but we don’t miss it.

King moves first—his hand sliding gently through her hair, his voice dropping into that deep, soothing purr he knows calms her. “Such a good girl, trusting us like this.”

She exhales, tension bleeding from her shoulders.

Whatever she was thinking about disappears, replaced by anticipation and lust.

Good.

If it was about Isaac, that asshole doesn’t deserve a single second of space in her mind.

Not tonight.

And soon...not ever a