Chapter Twenty-One
Luna
I took a deep breath, praying like f**k what I planned would work. The pain in his eyes hurt me, and I felt horrible, wanting nothing more than to ease, to soothe him.
“What do you want?” he repeated, his low tone vibrating every cell in my body to attention.
Chin lifting, I swallowed against my fear of rejection, fear of what I was about to offer him, and fished his gift from my back pocket.
“What I want,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I lifted it up, the chain clinking, “is for you to cuff me, sir.”
Rian’s mouth dropped open, and he snapped it shut just as quickly. His Adam’s apple bobbed once. Twice.
He knows what I’m offering. He must know.
“Luna...”
“Please, Rian,” I hastened to say, so f*****g afraid he would tell me to leave. “I’m giving you my
