Eleanor's POV
I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I could only stare at the screen as my heart tore itself into a thousand jagged pieces.
Scarlet was there, naked, her body arching against them. Against them. Keith's hands on her waist. Kieran's mouth on her neck. Kayden's silent intensity as he held her down. The way she moaned their names. The way they touched her, kissed her, claimed her.
The ropes, the blindfold, the unmistakable power play. Everything we had shared, everything that had been ours, was now being performed for the camera with her.
I couldn't watch. I couldn't look away.
How could they do this to me? The question screamed in my skull, irrational and desperate. How could they touch her, kiss her, look at her the way they used to look at me?
