I wake up on a groan. I go to rub my eyes and can’t move my arms. I yank and thrash and it hits me. The bastard cuffed me to the bed.
“For your own good,” I hear him growl from somewhere in the room. I blink a few times and spy him watching me from the doorway sipping on his coffee.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Gotta get loose first.” He smirks. “I’ll be back after church.”
Panic seizes me. He can’t mean to just leave me here chained to his bed like a prisoner. “Darius, please. I can’t breathe.”
“I won’t be long. You can plot my murder till I get back.” He puts a knee to the bed and comes in for a kiss. I bite his lip and all he does is laugh.
Asshole.