Bound by the Triplets
"But for your disobedience... we require a total, unconditional surrender of your control."
Before I could formulate a defense, Asher stepped up behind me. His massive, tattooed chest pressed flush against my back, his body radiating a furnace-like heat. He grabbed both of my wrists with a sudden, unbreakable grip, lifting my arms above my head. I gasped as Caleb efficiently wrapped the first two strips of black silk around my wrists, securing them tightly to the heavy, carved mahogany posts of the headboard.
I was completely pinned against the mattress, my sheer robe falling open to expose my bare, aching center to the cool air of the suite.