All Chapters of TIED IN HIS BED: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

The first thing Justina Ashes noticed wasn’t the sheets or the view of the city, glittering like diamonds beneath the penthouse windows, it was the silk.Smooth, cold, and cutting gently into the delicate skin of her wrists where they were tied above her head. The headboard was carved from dark wood, polished to a gleam, and the ties looped tight enough to make her pulse thrum in her fingertips. She tested them once foolishly, instinctively and they only cinched tighter.Her breath caught. The second thing she noticed was him.Carson Wills.He sat across the room like a dark king at his throne, one ankle crossed over the other knee, a glass of whiskey turning lazy circles in his hand. His tailored shirt was unbuttoned at the throat, cuffs rolled back, exposing strong forearms marked by veins. His gaze was the most dangerous thing in the room piercing ice-blue eyes locked on her like she was prey, like he’d been waiting for this moment all his life.The billionaire. The ruthless CEO wh

The laughter outside the door faded, leaving Justina’s heart hammering in its wake. She had never felt so caught between worlds,the predator’s lair and the echo of a child’s innocence.Carson had told her to stay.So of course, she slipped to the door.Her palm pressed to the wood, every muscle in her body poised like a thief’s. The muffled voices came clearer now Carson’s low baritone and the boy’s higher, unguarded tone. There was no menace in it. Only warmth.“You’ll have schoolwork in the morning,” Carson said. His voice… softer, unarmored. She’d never heard him like that.“But you promised chess tonight,” the boy protested, laughing as though he wasn’t afraid of this man who terrified entire boardrooms.Chess. Promises. Laughter.The billionaire devil was raising a child like he was nothing more than a man.Justina pressed harder to the door, torn between disbelief and a pang she didn’t want to name.“Tomorrow,” Carson said firmly, though not unkindly. Then the sound of footsteps,

The dress wasn’t hers. Nothing in this gilded life belonged to her.Justina stared at herself in the mirror, fingers trembling as she smoothed the silk over her hips. Deep crimson, cut low enough to tease, slit high enough to tempt. Carson had left it on her bed without a note, without explanation. As if her body were his to dress, his to display.Her pulse quickened. She should’ve refused. She should’ve burned it. But the moment she slid the fabric over her skin, she knew she’d lost that small rebellion.The knock came. Two sharp raps.“Open,” Carson’s voice commanded through the door.She swallowed and obeyed.He stood in a tuxedo that looked like it had been sewn onto his frame, black and severe, his tie perfectly knotted. But his eyes those storm-gray eyes darkened the instant they landed on her.“Good girl,” he murmured.Heat flared through her, infuriating and undeniable.Her chin lifted. “I didn’t wear it for you.”Carson’s mouth curved, slow and lethal. He stepped closer, his