BREA POV
"No wait!" I shouted, My breath hitching as he settled between my wide-open thighs. He'd shed his clothes earlier and despite the situation, I could not help but ogle his physique. He was magnificent, and so darn powerful, I knew he was going to crush me.
He shook his head, then leaned over me to unlock the cuffs digging into my wrist; once he freed my arms, he freed those around my ankles, too, and then he settled back over me, his gaze intense as he framed my face. His other hand held my wrist together above my head, his grip like brands of iron
“No Brea. You don't get to give orders. You are mine, and I'll decide what to do to you when I want to, and right now, I'm going to have you, and it is going to f*****g hurt, and when it's all over, I'll be all you ever think about”
