The next morning, when Cyrus finally untied Mabel's wrists, she wasted no time—she lunged at him and bit down hard on his shoulder.
Cyrus hissed in pain but didn't stop her. The bite left deep indentations on his skin, almost breaking through, and in return, he made sure Mabel was begging for mercy by the time he was done with her.
"Only puppies bite," Cyrus teased, running his hand over her smooth neck, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Maybe I should get you a collar?"
Mabel shot him a fierce glare, saying nothing as she started to pull her clothes back on.
As she straightened her rumpled outfit, Cyrus frowned in dissatisfaction. "Are you really going to wear that to my company?"
Irritated, Mabel snapped back, "I didn't exactly pack a wardrobe when I left home. And besides..."
She
