Malakai’s voice was low, firm, and left zero room for disobedience. My heart hammered wildly as I slowly moved my hands behind me, pressing my wrists together above the curve of my ass. The cool night air brushed against my skin, making me tremble. I was painfully aware of how exposed and vulnerable I felt — bent over the hood of my own car, short skirt riding up, thin tank top doing nothing to hide my hard n*****s.
The metallic click of the handcuffs echoed in the quiet night like a gunshot. Cold steel closed around my wrists, locking them securely behind my back. I instinctively tugged at them, the chain rattling softly. The restraints were tight but not painful — just enough to remind me I was completely at his mercy now.
Malakai stepped closer, his broad chest pressing against my bac
