Chapter 66: The Broken Perimeter
The moon was high and full. The light filtered through the curtains and painted silver stripes across the bed.
Victor stood at the foot of the mattress. He was holding a length of black silk rope in his hands. He tested its strength with a sharp tug.
"Turn over," he commanded. His voice was a low rumble that vibrated in my chest.
I did not argue. I rolled onto my stomach and buried my face in the pillows. I felt the mattress dip as he climbed onto the bed behind me.
He grabbed my wrists and pulled them to the headboard. The silk was cool against my skin. He wrapped it tight. He secured my hands to the wooden frame with a complex knot.
"I need to know you cannot leave," Victor whispered against my ear. "I need to know you are bound to me."
"I am yours
