Helen’s POV
“Now, my dear little Wolf,” the Huntsman purred. “Shall we get married first? Or should we go straight to the bedroom?”
I was nearly panting with desire at this point. “I don't care,” I gasped out.
And I really didn't. The Huntsman could do whatever he wanted to me, marry me, f**k me. I didn't care as long as it was with my Huntsman.
He tapped my nose. “I think we should do both. And film it! Martin, get the camera.”
Martin bowed, and the Huntsman pulled me to my feet, carefully untying both my hands and my ankles. A ripple of disappointment went through me. I was sure he'd tied me up for something kinky.
But if my darling thought that we needed to do something else instead, whatever he wanted, I’d do. I followed as the Huntsman led me out of the room we were in, awa
