Page 125 of On a Fault Line

“Penny?”

“Yeah.” I look up at Collins who is now hovering above me. “My swimsuit is attacking me.”

“Is that so?”

“Quit looking like you’re enjoying my struggle.”

“It’s hard not to enjoy a view with you tied up on the floor.”

“Just help me get out of this straitjacket. This is a death trap.”

“Gladly.”

“Preferably before I pee all over this chastity belt.”

Helping me up from the floor, he mumbles, “Got it,” while stifling his laughter.

I want to smack him for finding this funny, but I can’t because I’m too grateful for him figuring out the maze which is my swimsuit. I definitely didn’t think about practicality when I bought this thing.

My hands cover my breasts, while I bend a thigh to shield my pussy from his penetrating gaze.

I can’t tell if he is amused or aroused. “Stop looking at me.”

“It’s impossible not to want to look at you, Pen.” Taking a step closer, he pulls my wrapped arms down from my chest. And without warning, he gently kicks open my feet to expose all of me. “There. That’s much better.”

I rock up on my heels. “You can leave.” I’m ready to burst.

“And miss the show?”

“Huh? I really do have to pee.” Does he not understand the urgency I’m facing? What’s he doing? “Likenow.”

“I’d rather stay. So sit. Do your thing. It would be silly of me to miss an opportunity to administer your punishment—yeah?”

“I can’t with you watching.”

Leaning against the vanity, Collins locks his eyes with mine. “We’ve done way more intimate things together, and I’ll continue to push those boundaries. Because it’s in your discomfort that you learn more about yourself. So get used to it. And never hide that beautifully delectable body from me again. Now, sit.”

“Fine.”

“And let this be a reminder that I see everything. I see how men look at you. I see how you get a dark thrill from driving me to my breaking point with desire to consume all parts of your mind.”

Sitting down, I stare at him with my pouty lip pressed out in defiance. But I can’t do it. Not with his eagle eyes watching me like his prey. So I find my loophole and close my own eyes.

There. Now I can’t see him seeing me.

It’s almost the same thing…

Relaxing my pelvic floor muscles, I try.

But there’s no hiding from Collins. I can feel him even more when I am the one hiding out in the darkness.

Damn him.

“I don’t want you drinking anymore tonight.”

“Why? Drinking can be fun.”

“Because you get super charged up and?—“

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