Page 106 of Mad As Hell

“I still think you're a psycho,” I spat. I yanked at the bands again and hissed when they didn’t give. At least they were lined with something soft and padded. “Seriously, Ryan, this isn’t funny.”

He glanced down at me from where he stood at the foot of the bed. “It’s a little funny.”

I mustered every ounce of annoyance heating my blood and channeled it into a glare. “Let me go.”

He rolled his eyes. “I will. Eventually.” He turned away and fished his wallet out of his back pocket before tossing it onto his dresser, completely uncaring that I was flopping around like a fish out of water.

I huffed and dropped my head when I realized I wasn’t going anywhere unless he uncuffed me.

Motherfucker.

“Okay,” I muttered. “Ha-freaking-ha. We’ll go party first.”

He turned back to me. “No, I’m going down to the party. You’re staying up here.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but he stopped me.

“How about I make it worth your while?” He meandered back to the foot of the bed. He reached down and slowly pulled off my shoes.

I arched a brow, waiting.

“I have to put in an appearance. Have a drink with the team. But for every minute I spend down there, I’ll owe you an orgasm this weekend.”

It was like my stomach took a header off a thousand-foot cliff.

“Thirty minutes, thirty orgasms,” he mused, dragging his teeth across his bottom lip as he watched me with hooded eyes.

Holy shit. Could my body even handle that? I mean, the two orgasms I’d had today had left me wanting a nap. Thirty in three days might actually kill me.

He tapped the top of my foot. “I need an answer, baby.”

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly parched. “So, we spend—”

“Uh uh.” He shook his head. “You’re staying up here. That’s the deal.”

“Why?” I demanded.

“Because I like knowing you’re waiting for me in my bed,” he admitted honestly, his gaze caressing my body. “And I can’t wait to fuck you while you’re wearing my number.”

My pussy spasmed, clenching around nothing. His smile grew wider, like he knew the exact reaction I would have to his words.

“Fine,” I breathed, wondering if I’d truly lost my mind. I mean… what the hell was I even thinking?

He grinned and held up my phone, then opened the timer app. “You really need to set a password on this thing, baby. But here. Now you can keep track of what I owe you.” He moved around the bed to position the phone against the lamp on the bedside table near my head. Then he leaned over and kissed me.

It ended way too fast for my liking, and I sighed unhappily as he walked toward the door.

I glanced up at my bound arms. “Don’t I need a safe word or something?”

He laughed. “No. You just have to trust me.”

My heart seized in my chest, and I swallowed the impulse to say, I do.

For the second time tonight, his expression gentled. “If you really want me to stop this game right now, I will. But I’m hoping you’ll give me a chance. I’m not going to let you down again, Maddie. I promise. Are you in?”

Trying to regroup, I glanced at the timer. I sighed softly, letting go and praying this was the right call. “One minute down. You really want to keep racking up time?”

The slow grin that spread across his face was all the confirmation I needed in my gut to know I’d made the right call.

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