Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139

My entire body seemed to betray me in that moment. A flicker of unease mixed with an undeniable spark of desire that I couldn’t hide quickly enough. I tore my eyes away, feeling a flush of heat creep up my neck beneath the mask. Desperately, I pressed a kiss against Aiden’s thigh, as if that small gesture could somehow erase the turmoil inside me. His hand came down to stroke my head—part warning, part reassurance—steadying me in a way words never could.

Of course, Roman noticed everything. His grin sharpened, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Message received loud and clear from Master Hale. Both of us are eagerly anticipating tonight’s… show.”

My heart froze. My stomach twisted into knots.

Show?

I still didn’t fully grasp what he meant. But the way Aiden remained composed, Roman’s sly smirk, the glint in Luna’s eyes—they all whispered a secret I wasn’t ready to hear. Slowly, the pieces began to click together in my mind. Oh god, this was going to be far more intense than I’d imagined.

As their conversation continued, the atmosphere shifted. The music deepened, a slow, heavy beat that seemed to pulse through my veins. Suddenly, a spotlight flickered on, bathing the room in a sharp glow. I braced myself for some awkwardly erotic display—only to realize, from the way everyone’s eyes locked onto us, that we were the main event.

Aiden bent down, brushing his lips against mine in a kiss so fleeting I almost missed it. Yet it was enough—enough to remind me that I belonged to him, enough to ignite a fierce heat that spread through me just as Roman stepped forward, Luna at his side.

We were led to the stage.

But it wasn’t just any stage. It was a carefully crafted setup. Hooks dangled from the ceiling, chains anchored firmly to the floor, two mirrored stations facing each other. One for me. One for Luna.

My heart pounded violently against my chest.

Aiden guided me to the center, his touch steady despite the tremble running through my body. He instructed me to strip out of my thong—not that it mattered much anymore. A cold draft kissed my bare skin as he fastened the restraints around me—wrists pulled high, ankles spread wide—my chest and cock exposed to the hungry gazes lurking in the shadows.

Across from me, Luna stood radiant and vulnerable. Roman bound her with the same precise care. Her sheer fabric was gone, the delicate lace barely framing her nipples and the curve of her sex. Her arms stretched above her head as the chains clicked tighter.

In that moment, we became perfect reflections of each other—two bodies suspended and displayed like living sculptures.

Leather strands caught the light as Aiden circled me, Roman doing the same with Luna. The first strike landed lightly across Luna’s chest—sharp and precise—making her arch her back and part her lips in a soft moan. The next whip swept over my ribs, warmth blooming beneath the sting.

My eyes locked onto her.

She trembled, lashes lowered, mouth soft as she moaned quietly. The marks blossomed across her skin—delicate red lines tracing patterns under the steady rhythm of Roman’s wrist. I swallowed hard, feeling the heat where Aiden’s flogger landed on me, a hypnotic fire sinking deep.

And damn it, I was fully hard—watching her, yet craving him.

Craving the look in his eyes when he struck me—desire and control tangled in one fierce gaze.

The floggers fell in perfect rhythm—her body moving beneath Roman’s touch, mine jerking against the chains as Aiden’s strikes landed. The music pulsed through the room, the lights flickered, and the crowd watched in breathless silence.

All I could think was: I’m in so deep. Too deep.