Ava’s POV
Leon didn’t give me a second to catch my breath.
He placed his hands on me again, quick and rough, his fingers working at the thick black rope still wrapped around my ankles. The cord slid free with a soft rasp on my skin, and the sudden rush of blood all over that area made the red marks burn hotter than before.
I winced a little, biting my lip, but he still didn’t slow down. He just yanked the rest of the rope off his own wrist and flung it across the room like the rope had pissed him off. It hit the wall with a quiet thud and dropped to the floor.
But for the belt around my wrists? He still left that exactly where it was, still so tight.
My hands still locked together in front of me.
He wasn’t ready to let go of that control. Not yet. And not ever.
Before I could even
