Ollie’s POV
My heart jumps into his throat. The scent of Declan is all around me. As cold as he has been to me, his body is surprisingly warm, and oh so strong. Gods, the way he holds me in place like I’m nothing makes me hot under the collar.
I’m humiliated by my own reaction, but I imagine him pinning me down, keeping me in place while he has his wild and wicked way with me.
His eyes though remain cold as he glares at me. “Don’t get cocky, just because you’ve been given a privilege. We could just as easily take it away from you.”
Swallowing hard, I dare ask, “Can I go to school today?”
“You will go every day,” Declan says. “But the quarry will expect you after. Once you have finished there, you will return here by 8pm. That is your curfew. Do you understand?”
It’s a harsh sentence,
