Page 77 of The Billionaire's Baby
"What if I don’t want to?"
"Too bad." He raises a shoulder. "You will do as I say."
"A-n-d, there he is." I sniff. "The man who must have his way in all things."
"Yep," he nods, "you’ve definitely sussed me out, babe."
"Oh, go to hell." I tug my arm, which he still has a hold of, and his grasp tightens.
"Don’t challenge me babe."
"Or what?" I retort. "You’ve already fucked me, and spanked me. Hell, you’ve already agreed to marry me, so what else can you do to me?"
He lbends his knees, then pushes his face into mine, "Want to find out?"
No.
No.
"Y…yes." Argh, why is my voice so shaky. I clear my throat, "Bring it on."
He releases me, "Run."
"What?"
"Five." He holds up five fingers.
"What are you doing? Is it a countdown?"
His lip curls.
Of course, it’s a countdown.Why the hell are you asking dumb questions of this asshole?Why the hell should I run anyway, huh? I purse my lips, stare at him.
"Four." He folds his thumb.
My heart hammers in my throat, my fingers tremble, and I curl them into fists at my sides. "This is not funny," I gripe.
"Three." Only three of his digits remain upright.
I gulp.
"This your kind of kink, then? It’s not enough to tie up women, you prefer to chase them first?"
His smile widens, and damn him, but it’s not nice. No, it’s downright predatory of him to do so. My stomach flip-flops and my core clenches. So why the hell am I turned on?
"Two." He wiggles his two fingers.
Bastard.
“One.” Only one finger is now upright, his middle finger.
"Time’s up." He lunges forward.
I shriek, then swerve around him and race to the door. My pulse pounds at my wrists, at my temples; adrenaline laces my blood. I twist the handle of the door, tear it open and race out into the rain.
"Stop." I hear his voice a second before the wind swoops over me. I stumble, then brace myself and run in the opposite direction of the shed. Oh, no way, am I going to his torture chamber, where, no doubt, he can't wait to practice his craft on me. Only saving grace?
He hasn't brought another woman to the island and tied her up there. How many others has he tied up before me? It would have to be a significant number for him to reach the level of expertise he's at now. Something hot stabs at my chest… Not jealousy. No way. What the hell do I care who he practices his kink with? And will it stop once we were married? Was he serious when he agreed? And honestly, what had possessed me to ask the question?
