Page 61 of Drown in You

“I know.” His gray eyes grow cold. “No one can know. I’m your dirty little secret.”

Impossibly, my chest squeezes with guilt.

“You want this just as much as I do. Now take off your clothes, Sienna.” The rumbling command turns my limbs to liquid. He grabs a shirt off his bed and tosses it to me. “Put that on.”

I catch the soft cotton in my hands, examining the black and red stitching. His jersey.

When I hesitate, he barks, “Now.”

His voice travels down to my toes. Slowly, I shrug out of my clothes, his gaze burning through me with every article of clothing I discard on the floor.

“Bra and panties too,” he commands when my underwear is all that remains to shield me.

I do as he instructs, reaching around to unhook my bra and letting the straps slide down my arms. My breasts fall, and his breaths turn shallow.

When I slide my panties down my legs, his head follows as he tracks every inch of movement.

As soon as I’m fully naked in front of him, I slip his jersey over my head. Valentine stitched across my back. Marking me as his.

From another part of the house, a heavy bass thuds. Someone is blasting music in one of their rooms. The Devils have finally given up their posts in front of the door.

When he sees me eyeing my escape, Luke tosses me onto the bed, knocking the breath out of me. The drumming of my heart is thunderous, and a small smile crawls across my lips.

Luke grabs my hands and cuffs them, cool metal closing around my wrists.

“What the hell are you doing?” I jerk against the metal, but the handcuffs don’t budge.

With a thin rope, he binds the cuffs to the headboard. Where the hell did that rope come from? “I told you. You’re staying here for the weekend.”

“So what—you’re going to keep me strapped to your bed for forty-eight hours? You realize I’m going to need to pee at some point.”

“Bathroom’s right there.” He nods to a door. Of course his room would have a bathroom attached. No chance of anyone discovering he’s keeping me locked in here.

Once he has more rope, he grabs for my ankle. My heart leaps into my throat and I kick at him, but he catches my ankle in an unyielding grip that only tightens as he plants my foot on the mattress and binds it to the bed with the rope.

“Stop it!” I hiss as he reaches for my other ankle.

My heart shouldn’t be pounding in anticipation of what he’s going to do to me next. My chest shouldn’t be flushed from adrenaline, and my thighs shouldn’t be attempting to clamp together to relieve the building ache between my legs.

He literally sent his friends to kidnap me and now he has me tied down to his bed. He’s planning to keep me here all weekend and do god knows what to me. And for some insane reason, I’m not at all terrified. I’m not even mad, despite fighting him at every turn. Instead, my entire body is crackling like a live wire in anticipation.

After how hard he’s made me come, I can’t bring myself to dread his hands on me. No matter how wrong and dangerous it is.

He can’t possibly know about my fantasy of getting tied down and fucked. He knows me better than I would’ve thought possible for anyone, even Ten.

Every muscle in my body tenses when Luke strides from the bed and digs in his bedside drawer. What could he be looking for? Condoms?

“You’re going to stop running from me, Sienna.” His lethal voice sends ants skittering down my spine. “You’re going to stop hiding. You’re going to stop giving a fuck about what other people think or want, and you’re going to be with me. Because you know we’re right together. Because you know we’re the best thing to ever happen to each other. And I’m going to remind you about that all night.”

When he approaches the bed again, he holds up a pink vibrator. One that looks all too familiar.

“You stole my vibrator?” I really need to find that key card he stole from Juliet and shred it.

“Borrowed it.”

“Just like you borrowed my phone and my dress and Juliet’s key.”

He shrugs. “Ready for our new deal, sweetheart?”

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