Aspen reminded softly, "Fran and Lauren are still waiting for us. They see me as one of their own now, and I can't just be selfish and keep you all to myself."

Andrew raised a brow. "So, what you're saying is the three of you… against one of me?"

Aspen's cheeks turned pink, but she smiled proudly. "That's right. What, Master—are you scared?"

Andrew gave a slow, dangerous smile and leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "Tonight... I'm going to make you beg for mercy."

The words struck like a jolt of electricity, making Aspen's whole body tingle. She trembled slightly, torn between embarrassment and the heat spreading through her. She had a masochistic tendency, and Andrew's darker, commanding tone was her weakness—it would only make her heart race faster.

If he pressed just a little harder, she knew she would completely melt.

Just as Andrew reached for his phone to call a ride, it buzzed—Lauren was already one step ahead. After a quick exchange of details, she a