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Caving under pressure wasn’t in my blood.
Wasn’t in my heart or my head.
Finally, he pulled back from the kiss, both of us gasping for breath. I couldn’t see his face clearly with the light blocked out, but his heaving chest pressed against my body told a story he clearly didn’t want to admit.
He was as breathless as me. I licked my lips to gather the taste of him.
He pushed me away. “If you want to play this way, there will never be an escape.”
“You made that very clear,” I said through clenched teeth. “And where I come from, marriage only ends when one of us dies.”
He grabbed the bungee cords and pulled them over my hands. They scratched my skin so hard, they’d probably leave marks, but I didn’t care.
“Go to the storage shed out back and grab some rope. And carabiners.”
I swallowed. “Why?”
“Don’t fucking question me, princess,” he growled, anger flashing in his eyes. “Meet me at the Church table in seven minutes.”
I snorted, and Sas’s anger only grew until it was molten lava in his eyes. Good. “That’s a very specific number.”
“What can I say? I’m feeling lucky.” He cracked his knuckles. “Come naked and with the rope.”
I rubbed my already sore wrists, not excited to be tied up again. Or to be naked with a man who had so rudely tossed me out before. Or to comply with his wishes.
“And if I say no?” I asked.
“Make sure you’re in the obeisant position by the time I get there,” he said like he didn’t hear me. “If you know what that is.”
He walked away from me, but I didn’t move, only calling, “What are you doing?”
“Pissing.” He slammed the clubhouse door behind him.
I looked between where he stood and where he wanted me to go and get rope and something else. I didn’t remember. And what the fuck did that word mean? Obeisant.
Whipping out my phone, I did a quick Google search.
“Great. He wants me to kneel.”
Static fuzz overtook my mind, and I blinked trying to clear it. Blood rushed past my ears, heart pounding so hard that I thought it might explode from my chest. I was about to be tied up and dominated. I was on the losing side and knew it.
Part of me said run. Get the fuck out while I could. But the other part of me—the part that was winning out—told me to do it.
Because fuck my father. Fuck what he did by selling me off. Fuck all the times I played the good and dutiful daughter.
Sas was dangerous—maybe monstrous—but he was my future husband. My lips still buzzed from where he kissed me, and my pussy throbbed, wanting to find out what exactly he could do.
So seven minutes later, I walked into the great room, where they held Church at the long dining table. I wore a robe but my feet were bare. The rest of me was nearly bare, but I knew Sas wasn’t going to like it. He was already inside the room, and he clamped his jaw shut. The vein on his neck pulsed. Anger washed through his determined features.
“I said naked,” he growled.
“I know,” I murmured.
“Do you not know the word? I would think a privileged, educated princess like yourself would comprehend.”
“I do!” My cheeks burned.
“So you’re choosing to disobey me.” A cruel smile curled his lips.
