Chapter 67

Quinn

I sat cross-legged on the bed, flipping through the magazine. Every photograph in the magazine captured my attention. Some of the depicted scenes made me curious, turned me on even, but others scared or downright repulsed me.

Just like the werewolf world, I knew nothing of this dark, kinky world either. This world where people mixed pleasure and pain to reach the ultimate orgasmic high. I didn’t even question it. I just fell into as if it was the most natural thing to do.

Maybe it was. Maybe some of us were just wired to thrive in the kind of darkness that scared other people away.

I was vaguely aware of the bathroom door opening and Troy walking back into the room, bringing his clean, fresh scent with him. “What are you looking at?” he asked.

I tore my eyes from the full-colour spread of a woman wrapped from head to toe in black latex. A man dressed in a suit tied her to a wooden block, completely immobilising her.

The thought of being wrapped up like that made me breathle