“Not even if I misbehave?” The words slip out before I can think them through.
He chuckles. “Not even if you misbehave.”
Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it.
“Even if I leave?”
His laugh brushes along my neck.
“If you leave, my love, I’ll hunt you down, and I’ll bring you back. Then I will ensure you can’t leave.”
His hand brushes against my leg.
“You have such beautiful legs. Wouldn’t it be a shame to anchor them down with a chain around the ankle.”
He’ll chain me down like a dog.
“And then, I’ll make you come so many times It’ll serve as electroshock therapy. It’s a method my father invented, hence my mother fell deeply in love with him. I think it’s a last resort because agony couldn’t compare, but it’s blissful agony.”
The bastard knows that’s worse than pain.
I nod. “I
