Rafe inched the waistband of his sweats lower, taking his time, his fingers moving in slow motion…at least, they seemed to. I became obsessed with that torturous slide of material, my concentration stuck on what lay beyond. The strikes receded in my mind. My world narrowed to Rafe’s cock as he whipped it out and pumped a determined fist up and down his smooth shaft.

“Eyes up here.”

I raised my gaze to his. Holy shit. His eyes were the greenest of green, turned deep from arousal. Suddenly, I didn’t care that I was sprawled out for Jax to beat. Suddenly…the retribution he took from my skin made sense. I’d pointed a gun at him, left him handcuffed, and had taken off like a brat. Didn’t matter how fucked up my logic was. If watching another man punish me made Rafe look at me like that, then it was worth it.

The burn in my ass subsided during the last couple of minutes though my skin tingled from where Jax’s palm landed over and over again. Eventually, the swats ceased, and Rafe carefully removed the ginger. I let out a noisy sigh of relief.

It was over. Except…

Was Rafe snickering?

“You’d better brace yourself.” Footsteps sounded, water sloshed again…

Oh no.

He inched another piece into my tender hole, and I started whimpering as I realized what I was in for. I questioned my earlier assessment as I waited for the burn to once again ignite. It wasn’t over at all—Rafe was just warming up.

16. Voyeur - Rafe

16. VOYEUR - RAFE

I’d seen Alex in so many positions, so many situations. Some perversely fucked up—the kind that brought swift shame because my cock had gotten hard when it shouldn’t have…such as in that tunnel when Cleft forced her mouth on me.

But this…

Seeing her bound, her body covered in sweat and unable to squirm without inducing an intense scorch in her ass, this was my twisted version of heaven. I never thought I’d get so worked up over examining the marks left on her ass by another man.

I clenched the belt, adrenaline coursing through my veins, and ached to bring the strap down on that canvas of beautiful, painful pink.

“Apologize to Jax for pulling my gun on him.” She sniffled, attempting to hold back her sobs. “Go on, Alex. I give you permission to speak now.”

“Fuck you.”

I blasted the leather across her ass. “Not what I had in mind, sweetheart.”

“Take it out! You’ve had your fun.”

“No. Jax had his fun. Now it’s my turn, but you’re gonna tell him sorry first.”

“I’m sorry,” she bit out, her tone suggesting she was anything but. I whipped her thighs this time. She jumped, then screamed from the amped up severity.