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You will do this as gently and as quickly as you can because no matter your stupid little obsession, she doesn’t feel the same way.
She’s acting.
She’s terrified.
She deserves better.
Shoving all thoughts out of my head, I tried to remember what the audience had said.
Yanking my belt out from the loops, I raised it at the crowd. “I’ll save the whip for another night. For now, bondage will do.”
I glanced down at Ily.
She didn’t so much as twitch.
The urge to praise her commitment to our roles was overshadowed by the frustration that she didn’t react. The beast inside me grumbled with annoyance that she stayed so meek, so docile, exactly like I’d begged her to.
“Bind her so we can all have a taste,” someone shouted. “Good idea!”
Fury whipped through me.
Ily’s impressive self-control chose that moment to fracture.
Just a little.
It didn’t go unnoticed—not while I was hyper-fucking-aware of everything.
Her body trembled; fingers fisted on her thighs. Her quaking made her hair shiver and the inked wand on her back glowed as if she weaved a silent spell through her white negligee.
Ducking to my haunches behind her, I used the excuse of grabbing her thick hair to press my mouth to her ear. For all my shortcomings and sins, I pretended to be the cop she wished I was.
“Do you trust me?” I breathed.
Say no.
Never, ever trust me.
She gasped and shivered then nodded.
“Do what I say and do it quickly.” Pulling back, I commanded for the crowd, “Put your hands behind your back, little nightmare. Let’s string you up so I can feast.”
Men chuckled.
She immediately obeyed.
Two sides. Two emotions.
The man within me was so fucking thankful. Thankful she played along. Didn’t fight. Didn’t trigger my beast. While it slumbered, I could be kind. While it slept, I could stay human.
But the other part of me…that very beast that slowly came alive no matter how much I tried to keep it dead, huffed with rapidly growing irritation.
Was it too much to ask for a little struggle? For a single word of rebellion?
The joy of bringing her back in line would be indescribably—
Bad.
Terrible.
