CHAPTER 34. WHO WOULD BELIEVE ME?
The air in the room was electric, charged with the lingering echoes of Palmer’s cries and the heavy, metallic scent of s*x. I was still vibrating, my nerves frayed and raw from the visual overload of watching them, when Fred turned his full attention back to me.
He moved with the deliberate, stalking grace of a jungle cat, his chest heaving, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat that caught the dim light. He stepped into my personal space, and the heat radiating off him was suffocating. I couldn't look away; I was trapped in his orbit.
He reached for my wrists. The metal cuffs felt cold against my feverish skin, a sharp contrast to the burning desire he had ignited within me. With a metallic click that sounded deafening in the sudden quiet, he unhoo
