In fact, I don’t want to.
So I remain still as he pulls my hands above my head and expertly ties my wrists to the headboard using his belt. The leather snaps securely, stretching my arms and forbidding me from moving.
“You think it’s fun to challenge my authority, Sasha?” His forefinger slides from my wrist to my arm and then to my cheek.
My lips part, and fire erupts everywhere his skin touches mine.
“Do you?”
I shake my head once.
“That’s right. It’s not. So now, we need to fix that behavior problem of yours.”
He reaches into the nightstand, and the sound is heightened by the unbearable silence coated with thick tension.
It’s crazy how hyperaware I am of all my senses. My nostrils fill with Kirill’s cedar and woodsy scent but also with my elevated pheromones until I can almost ta
