69. Bound at his Mercy

Erica

Summer was right. My curiosity always leads me where I shouldn't be.

I never would've thought I would be standing here and defending Ephraim while asking to have the punishment for myself. I didn't want Ephraim to get punished because of me, because Antonio didn't like that his supposed captive was favoring Ephraim. I didn't want someone else getting punished because of something I did. Especially Ephraim because he had been nice to me, unlike the arsehôle standing in front of me.

But then there was this perverse side of me that perked up when his predatory golden gaze fell on me after my demand to exchange places with Ephraim. And as much as I hated Antonio for hurting Ephraim because of me, I also wanted to be the one at the receiving end of that pain. It had been too long since I felt the sharp edge of the blade, and red lashes marking Ephraim’s chest and back were calling to me like a flame to a moth.

“Think again, Erica. It’s not a blade that you can control and mark your s