Page 170 of Fractured Devotion
It’s rough, fierce, and laced with every dark thread still binding us.
He groans against me, the sound rough, carrying heat and hunger as his arms tighten around my waist.
When we break apart, breathless and tangled, I speak softly against his skin. “Because I’m done pretending.”
His laugh is sharp, almost breathless. “Then show me,” he whispers.
And I do.
I take his hand, guiding him toward the bedroom with deliberate steps.
“We’re using the bed,” I say, my voice calm but threaded with command.
His eyes spark with interest, but he doesn’t resist.
“Planning something, doctor?” he teases, that familiar seductive grin tugging at his mouth.
“Get your toys,” I order softly, and the command lands sharply between us.
He lets out a low chuckle, dark and eager. “You’re full of surprises tonight.”
“Now, Kade.”
That edge in my voice leaves no room for argument.
He moves, retrieving a sleek black case from his dresser—polished leather, fastened with metal clasps. I watch as he sets it on the bed, his movements controlled and precise, never breaking eye contact.
“Pick what you need,” I murmur.
He tilts his head slightly, curious but obedient. “Restraints?”
“The strongest ones you have,” I say, stepping closer, my voice steady. “I want you bound. Tight. No escape.”
His pupils darken, hunger blooming in his gaze. “You plan to ruin me tonight.”
“That depends,” I answer, my tone unreadable. “How much are you willing to confess to earn your release?”
A flicker of realization crosses his face. It’s the glimmer of a man who suddenly understands he’s walked into a much deeper game.
“You’re dangerous,” he says in a breathless whisper.
“And you’re about to be at my mercy,” I reply.
I step back, letting him watch as I remove my coat, unhurried.
He opens the case, selecting heavy leather cuffs with thick metal clasps, chains meant to hold even the strongest thrashing.
“On the bed,” I say, pointing. “And strip, remove everything.”
His gaze sharpens, but he obeys, settling onto the mattress, his expression half-defiant, half-reverent.
I take the restraints from his hands, securing his wrists to the headboard and tightening them until I feel the strain in his arms.
Then his ankles… spread wide and locked into place.
He tests the hold, tugging hard.
No give.
