Chapter 20

Theo’s POV

The moment the elevator doors slide open and we step into the penthouse, the sound of our boots muffled by the thick carpeting, I have to physically restrain the groan threatening to claw its way up my throat. She’s here. She’s real. And she’s kneeling exactly where she should be, her back straight, her head bowed just enough to show respect without fear, her posture perfect even though she’s never done this before. I don’t know if it’s natural instinct or just blind trust, but it makes my cock twitch.

Her black hair falls in soft, loose curls down her back, catching the golden light spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and it takes every ounce of discipline I have not to walk right up to her and fist my hand in it. And then, as if the sight of her on her knees isn’t enough, I realise what she’s wearing. The Hellraiser set. The very one I had told her to tr