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“You were right. I don’t know how I could have been so stupid,” I say, deciding to change my approach.
“Go on,” he murmurs, his expression thawing slightly.
“Chase was fun, but he isn’t you. Seeing you with Brandi, and then finding out she was pregnant, made me so angry.” I try the jealous girlfriend act, and Evan seems to buy it.
“Really?” he asks.
“We were supposed to be married, and she ruined it.”
“Yes, that was rather unfortunate.”
“We can start over, things can be different.”
“I was hoping you would say that.”
“Evan,” I say, pushing down the bile rising in my throat, “untie me so we can make love the way we used to.”
Evan slowly walks toward the bed and leans in close to my ear. “You want me to untie you so you can ride me the way you used to?”
“Yes,” I choke out, schooling my features so he can’t see how disgusted I am.
He runs his nose along my jaw. “I love how you would grind your pussy against my cock. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Evan.” Fuck, I don’t know if I can do this. I have to do this. Smiling, I look up at his face, trying to sense what he’s thinking. He remains impassive, but there’s a trace of a smile across his lips.
“You want me deep inside of you, fucking you until you explode?”
Make it believable, Liv. “All night.”
Evan reaches for my bound wrists, gripping the rope keeping me in my place.
“Nice try, Liv, but your tricks won’t work on me,” Evan says, laughing.
“What do you mean, tricks? You brought me here to see how good we could have it, and I want to know.”
“You’re lying so I’ll let you go.”
“No, Evan. I love you, and missed you.”
“Liar!” he snarls.
“Nooooo! Let! Me! Go!” I wail, swinging my bound wrists toward his head. Evan catches my hands, squeezing hard.
“Now, that’s not being a good girl, is it?”
“Fuck you, Evan! And for the record, you sucked in bed. I faked it every time.” Evan smacks me across the face.
“You loved it when I fucked you,” he growls, gripping my wrists harder.
“I liked being on top so I could actually feel your tiny dick inside of me!”
Walking away, Evan regains his composure. “You keep this up, it’ll be a long six months.”
“Six months! You can’t keep me here that long!”
“No, you’re right. Once the winter is over, people will start coming back to the island. That’s why I bought a boat,” he says, moving out of my line of sight.
“Evan!” I scream, but he ignores me. I thrash on the bed, jerking my arms and hands in attempt to release the binding—trying any and everything I can, but it’s no use. My already weak body crashes from the extra adrenaline and I fall back, my limbs useless.
