~SCARLETT.
The blindfold pressed tightly over my eyes, cutting off everything but the sound of my breathing. My chest rose and fell fast, each breath shaky. The cuffs on my wrists held me firmly against the bedposts. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, utterly at his mercy, and it both terrified and excited me.
"Look at you," Liam teased. "Trembling already. You like this, don't you?"
Biting my bottom lip, the instinct to deny it was fierce, but I couldn't fool myself. I was trembling, every nerve heightened by the anticipation of what he'd do next.
"Answer me, Green Eyes," he demanded.
"Yes," I admitted hoarsely, hating how desperate I sounded.
A dark laugh rumbled from his chest. "Of course you do."
The bed dipped as he moved closer, his knuckles grazing my arm in a featherlight tease that made my body stiffen, unsure whether to pull away or lean into him. The duality of my desire gnawed at me, and I tugged futilely at the cuffs, my frustration mounting.
"You're sh
