Ollie’s POV
Seeing my phone, Hugh makes a grab for it. Just as his fingers brush the plastic case, I snatch it back, holding it against my bosom with both hands.
Hugh chuckles lightly, his chest rumbling against my back, as his breath warms the shell of my ear. “You like your little games, don’t you, lovely?”
“No, I just…” Gods, how do I talk myself out of this? “I want to show you I’m serious. I can enter your name myself.”
He hums, pleased by this. “You want to be a good girl for me, eh? I like it, though I think Declan would be more appreciative of your submissive side. Me, personally? I want to see you throw caution to the wind. Show me your wild side, fated mate. I’m sure you have one.”
“Someday I will,” I said, lying through my teeth. “If you let me go.”
“Promise not to run aga
