Chapter 4
My breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, my chest heaving as I yanked against the restraints binding her wrists and ankles to the padded bench.
The leather cuffs bit into my skin, forcing me onto my knees, with my ass hiked high in the air, completely exposed. A cool draft ghosted over my bare flesh, raising goosebumps along my thighs, my lower back, and the swell of my breasts pressed against the bench’s rough surface.
I was naked, vulnerable, and furious.
“Let me out of this hellhole,” I snarled. My dark hair was damp with sweat, it clung to my flushed cheeks, and my lips curled in disgust. I twisted my head, trying to glare at the man standing just out of my line of sight, but the restraints held me too tight, mocking my struggle.
The only sound in the room was the creak
