Page 61 of Silk Sheets

I sighed, pulling my hand from his grip before throwing my head back. My groan was irritable. “Kaden is being nicer to me tonight than you are.” I lifted my head, crossing my arms over my chest. “And thatfuckingsays a lot.”

Without a second thought I got to my feet but barely made it across the room when a strong hand grabbed my nape, stopping me dead in my tracks.

With one step he eliminated the space between us. “Turn around and kneel.”Ohhh fuck.

FIFTEEN

DAKOTA

“Hands on your thighs.”

Instantly regretting my choice of words, I did as I was told.

I kneeled in front of him, placing my palms down flat on my thighs with my heart racing.Smart mouth.

Chase muttered something in Italian to Logan and I didn’t dare shift my eyes to him. I didn’t want to risk seeing the disappointment he may or may not have. I’d rather not find out.

Chase motioned for me to lift my hands and when I did, he tied my wrists with his belt and I winced when he tightened it.

He pulled me to my feet, grabbed my thighs and tossed me onto his shoulder. I nearly yelped with wide eyes.Damn. And here I thought Kaden was strong.Careful Kaden… Tall and lean over here is coming for your title.

Chase carried me into an unfamiliar room and as soon as we entered it smelled like heaven. Like them. It was as though all of their scents had perfectly combined. And their scents had me by my fucking clit—

My eyes shot open in fear. I soon realized that I didn’t say it out loud and blew out a breath of relief.They’re not superhuman, Dakota, relax. They can’t read your mind.

Carefully, Chase lowered me and I stood in front of him—I was nothing but a pile of nerves. Subtly, yet suspiciously, I eyedhim, just to see if he could read my mind. If he hadheardwhat I justthought.

He seemed pissed, but I don’t think it’s because he could read my mind.

He lifted my wrists, and reached up, grabbing something hanging from the ceiling. I swallowed hard as he tied my wrists above my head.Ohhh boy…

“Chase, I’m s—”

“What’s your safe word?” he interrupted.

I smiled. “Oopsie Daisy.”

“Dakota.”

My smile dropped and I cleared my throat before answering in a murmur.

He stepped aside, grabbed a steel bar from one of the cabinets and walked back over.

Suddenly, my heart was racing a million miles per hour. I looked up at my hands above my head, then down to my feet. Thankfully, I was wearing heels, so the stretch wasn’t too bad… for now.

My anxiety built knots in my stomach, and my palms grew clammy when I felt Chase step behind me.

Slowly, he dragged my zipper down before pulling my dress past my hips and allowing it to pool at my feet.

“Kick off your shoes and step out of your dress.”

With my throat closing, I did as I was told. I kicked off my heels one by one, standing on the balls of my feet before stepping out of my dress and pushing it to the side.

Chase lowered himself to one knee and grabbed my ankle, tying it to one end of the bar, before doing the same to my other ankle.

My wrists were both tied together above my head while my legs were spread, tied to the metal bar. I would never have thought that I’d ever be in this position.

He walked over to the dresser, and pulled out a piece of black silk material. He stepped behind me, gently placing the material over my eyes before tying it behind my head. A shudder rippled through my body at how vulnerable I was beginning to feel.