Page 109 of Missile Strike

“Never mind. This was a bad idea. I’ll—”

“No.”

He hesitated. “No? What are you saying, Bella?”

“Teach me how to get free.” Fear shadowed her words, but her voice no longer quivered.

He needed clarity. “Traffic light?”

A pause, then, “Green.”

Fucking-A. Pride expanded his chest. This woman. Her strength? Her resilience?

It put him to shame.

He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”

Before she could say anything, Danny gently pulled her arms behind the chair. “Trust me.”

Keeping her wrists trapped in his hand, he swiftly placed the strip of duct tape around them. “Duct tape is designed to tear—it has very little shear strength, so we’re going to apply force in the same direction you’d use to tear off a piece.”

He moved around to her front. “Stand up. Lift your arms over the back of the chair.”

Bella planted her feet and did as he’d instructed.

“Make your hands into fists, knuckles together, and create tension on the bindings—you want them to be as tight as possible.”

He stepped in close to check if she’d done it correctly. “Perfect. Now, bend a little at the knees, arch your back, and raise your arms as high as you can behind you. You’re going to use momentum to drive your hands down on your lower back like you’re trying to bring them all the way forward to your knees.”

Moving back, he gave her space. “Give it a try.”

The look she shot him wasn’t exactly brimming with confidence, but she did as instructed.

The duct tape stretched. Held.

Disappointment filled her eyes. “It didn’t work.”

“That’s okay. In a real-life situation, the adrenaline shooting through you will give you the strength to get free.” He scanned the room, his gaze settling on the open bedroom door. “Try this.”

Cupping her elbow, he guided her to the doorframe. “Use the edge of the strike plate to saw at the tape until you make a cut. Then try the technique again.”

Her back to the jamb, Bella sawed at the tape binding her wrists, stopping to check her progress. “Is that good?”

He inspected the half-inch tear in the bottom section of the tape and nodded. “Now try again.”

She leaned forward, lifted her hands and slammed them against her back in a swift, violent motion, almost stumbling to her knees when the tape gave way and her arms flew past her hips.

Her head snapped up. A smile blossomed, lighting up her face. “I did it!”

Danny’s heart somersaulted.

For a second, she just stood there, breathing hard. Then she drew back her hand and smacked him hard in the chest. “Your timing sucks!”

He blinked. Then threw back his head with a laugh before sweeping her into his arms and pinning her against the wall.

“Next time, you can tie me up naked and have your way with me.” Slanting his mouth over hers, he drank her in.

Legs wrapped his waist, and suddenly, training was the last thing on his mind. His shirt had ridden up her body, and his dick slid through the moist folds of her sex as her hips flexed, igniting an inferno of need.