15. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk
Her lips trembled to ask what he intended to use it for, but she dreaded her punishment count to heighten.
Not until he tied her wrist in one motion did her eyes pop in disbelief, and he raised his brow in challenge, daring her to question him.
Darn her reporter's instinct that had to thrust her into a hidden den of traps.
Dear instinct, this is not one of a story loop.
Shut it!
"You mind telling me— she made to move her wrist only to realize he tightened the bond more than she imagined, her movement causing her bones to ache.
Biting back the pain, she continued,
"Why you have to do this? I consented earlier." She pointed out, straining her tone to sound light and nicer, but when she met with his stare, she deadpanned.
"That m
