The penthouse was silent except for the rain hammering against the windows and Vegas' own measured steps. Pete's body ached, mind foggy, nerves alive with the memory of last night—and the promise of what was coming.
Vegas appeared without warning, leaning casually against the doorway, smirk wide, eyes predatory. "You can't hide from me, pet," he said, voice low, rough, teasing. "Not here, not anywhere. You belong to me. Every thought, every pulse, every shiver… mine."
Pete's chest tightened. He wanted to fight, to resist, but every fiber of his body betrayed him. Vegas' presence was a storm he couldn't survive—or didn't want to.
"You're trembling," Vegas murmured, stepping closer. His fingers grazed Pete's jaw, tilting his head back. "Excited? Scared? Or maybe… a little of both?"
Pete swallowed, voice tight. "I… I'm not—"
Vegas cut him off with a harsh, possessive kiss that left no room for denial. Rough, claiming, consuming—Vegas' lips, hands, and body were fire, and Pete was drowning.
"You've already given me everything," Vegas whispered, teeth grazing Pete's ear. "Your body… your mind… your soul. Admit it, pet. You love it."
Pete gasped, resisting with words but unable to fight the heat burning through him. Every touch, every press, every whisper was dominance, teasing, and promise all at once. Vegas didn't just take control—he orchestrated every sensation, every heartbeat, every tremor.
Chains weren't needed tonight; the memory of them, the thrill of surrender, and Vegas' magnetic, dangerous presence was enough to hold Pete. He was trapped, willingly, desperately, in Vegas' world—and he burned for it.
"You're mine," Vegas growled, lips brushing his neck, teeth biting lightly. "Not a choice. Not a question. Mine. Always. And I'll push you… harder, rougher, faster. Until you can't think of anything else but me."
Pete arched, heart hammering, body trembling, mind spinning. Resistance was gone, replaced by a desperate, shivering craving. Vegas' hands, lips, and eyes claimed him completely.
By the time the storm outside broke, lightning illuminating their heated forms, Pete realized the truth. Vegas wasn't just fire—he was an inferno. And Pete was completely, irreversibly consumed.