MAYA
He flipped me onto my back so fast my head spun.
The soft mattress caught me, but there was nothing soft about the way Tristan handled me. My wrists were still bound with his belt. He grabbed them, stretched my arms high above my head, and tied the leather around the wooden slats of the headboard with a sharp tug that left me completely helpless.
“Stay just like this, princess,” he growled, voice low and dangerous.
He stepped back, sleeves already rolled up to his elbows and those thick veiny forearms flexed as he slid his hands into his pockets. He looked sinister. Dominant. Like the Devil himself had come to ruin me.
His black eyes dragged slowly down my body- over my flushed cheeks, my heaving chest, my off-shoulder blouse that had slipped even lower, and finally to my legs.
