(MATURE CONTENT AHEAD)
Elena's POV
Okay… I never expected things to go this far.
It started with simple touches, slow and deliberate, but the dark aura surrounding Ace had pulled me in too deep.
What is wrong with me?
I keep entangling myself with deranged, dark wolves—oops, let's not forget the vampire, too.
Maybe Kane had already started corrupting me, pulling me into his twisted fantasies before I even realized it. Because fuck—I won't lie, the cuffs around my wrists turned me on.
Or maybe it was the unfulfilled release from yesterday, the way Dean had left me burning, desperate, aching.
Maybe that's why I didn't fight as hard as I should have.
And then, just as I was trying to focus—to remind myself that this was wrong—Ace whispered something that captured my curiosity just as much as my body.
His mate.
The woman in the portrait.
The gorgeous one with lifeless eyes.
I felt something dark and twisted curl in my stomach as realization crept in.
BDSM.
Kane.
