6- Remy
Decker Kane pulled on my arm like he was intending to break me. Or break my will. I couldn’t f*****g tell to be honest.
All I knew was he dragged me away from the compound like I was a misbehaving puppy even though I was no longer trying to fight him off and the second we were in the cabin, threw me in. And locked the door. “Wow, baby, you’re so rough. I like that.”
Decker didn’t answer.
Instead, he walked past me and headed to his fridge.
I frowned, rolling my shoulders as I nudged my head towards the handcuff behind my back. “At least uncuff me if you’re going to ignore me. Seeing you look so grumpy is making me think very, very terrible thoughts. The kind that might be dropping down my thighs right now—”
He slammed the fridge door shut.
The sound was enough to have me
