Page 158 of Pucking Obsessed

Heine tightens his hold on my chin. “It was hard, Sir, but I worked to get over you. Then this season started, and you were all I saw. Then you were all Iwantedto see: winning games, interviews, scandals, and on viral social media posts. Not to mention that tacky Bay Rebels website. I have to say that I enjoyed going to sleep with a different photograph of you beside me each night. I could tell that you made those specially for me.”

My expression tightens.

My new success has led to this.

Heine has taken Robyn and Eden’s PR campaign to heart. It has fed his obsession, just like it has with the Misfits.

This is the other side of fame’s coin.

It’s dark and terrifying.

I surreptitiously test the ropes. Heine’s knots aren’t expert. If my muscles weren’t weak, I’d be able to break them.

Does Heine have someone else helping him? If I overpower him, will he hurt Robyn and Shay?

I deliberately relax back, pretending to give in.

I won’t risk the two people who I love and swore to protect.

I’d die for my principessa and cucciolo.

Heine rests his hand over mine, trying to entangle our fingers. I shudder at the sensation, as he links our hands like he’s my boyfriend.

Then he leans closer and whispers, hot and intimate, “I saw what you were doing with those bitches in the wood.”

Fuck.

If Heine saw that, then he has more leverage over us.

He could wreck us.

I jolt, attempting to pull away, but Heine holds me in place. “Don’t—”

“It’s okay.” Heine keeps me pinned. “I forgive you. You’re back where you should be with me. We can have our own Halloween.My prince of devils. This will be fun.”

He’s delusional.

When I squeeze Heine’s hand back to the point of pain, he grimaces but doesn’t let go. “Last time wasn’t fun.”

“Don’t be boring, Sir.” Heine scrunches up his nose. “I’m a better sub than that trash player from the club. Don’t you think that I could tell he was both kneeling and bending over for you the moment that I saw you together at the arena? Why would you want a bad sub like him, who you need to discipline with black eyes, when you could have a good sub like me?”

“I’ve never hurt Shay,” I growl. “I’ve never harmed any sub.”

Heine shrugs. “You can harm me if I deserve it.”

I feel sick. “And that’s why I wouldn’t play with you. You’ll get yourself killed some day.”

“Where’s the thrill of life without risk?”

I shake my head. “You have a death wish.”

“Not if I’m with you.” A sly smile creeps onto his lips. I recognize it and wish that I didn’t. He blinks his long lashes, letting go of my hand to push himself onto his knees. “How about a deal? I’ll let you play your silly, little game tomorrow and save your career along with your coach’s with the board. Then you’ll move back here with me. You’ll need to convince my dad. You once promised that you would.”

“You want to fucking negotiate?” My voice is frosty. “Normally, it doesn’t begin with tying someone up.”

“I find that it greatly strengthens my negotiation position,” Heine replies with a nasty laugh that makes my stomach drop.

He’s done this before.

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