I attempt to pull my legs out, and my muscles get sore from trying.
Eventually, I give up and whip my head to the side, my eyes going to the clock.
A full hour ticks by before heavy footsteps trail to the bungalow, and someone enters the cottage through the back door.
I truly hope it’s him.
“Jaden?”
The floor squeaks again, near me this time, startling me.
A knife slips onto the nightstand, the metallic sound sending chills to my bones. I run my eyes over him.
He wears the same jeans, a strand of fabric wrapped around his hand.
He turns his back to me.
Again.
“Jaden? That’s not how you’re supposed to––”
“I do whatever the hell I want.”
He sounds angry, seriously angry, prompting me to tug at my ties again.
He pivots to me, his eyes throwing daggers.
“Stay still, Senna.”
“That’s not... Let me go. For fuck’s sake, Jaden. Don’t make me scream.”
He bends over and wraps his hand around my neck, pinning me to the mattress. His beautiful face is only inches away from me, yet all I see is darkness.
“Scream all the fuck you want,” he says in a low voice, barely containing his fury. “I don’t care. I can’t wait to enjoy the spectacle. Respectable physician’s daughter found tied to the bed with her legs spread and her pussy wet while she waited to be roughed up.”
His words scream at me, stirring pain and anger in my heart.
“You fucking asshole.”
He clasps my jaw, his eyes pulling into a straight line.
“Watch your fucking words, or I’ll have you gagged,” he growls through clenched teeth.
His knees slide on either side of me, my body crushed under his weight. The glint of a blade catches my eye before the tip of the knife brushes strands of hair away from my face and traces the side of my neck, with scary precision pressing on my carotid.
My pulse splits beneath the metal.
I freeze.
“Jaden?” I call him softly.
My voice falters while I search his eyes. He’s as dark as they come and this no longer feels like a game.
Fear runs through my blood.
“Why are you looking for trouble?” he asks.
“I’m not.”