Chapter 125

Theo’s POV

I can still taste her.

The sound of her moans is still echoing in my ears, every cry and gasp etched into my skin like marks from a blade. I can feel her on me, slick, hot, and aching. My cock’s still half-hard, wet with her release, pulsing with the aftershock of taking her the way she needed. The way she begged. The way he never could make her scream.

And now I’m standing here, naked in his doorway, the scent of her all over me, while he’s frothing at the mouth like a fucking rabid dog.

Mason’s got him pinned in the chair, barely holding him down. Mark’s thrashing like he thinks he can fight his way out of this, like pride is enough to put her back in his bed. His face is red, veins bulging, his fists clenching like he’s seconds from snapping.

Good.