“I want one,” he repeats. “With you. Do you want to be the mother of my children?”
I hesitate, breath quick. Then, “Yes. God, yes!”
A flash of happiness lights his face. “Good. Because I swapped your birth control with placebos.”
My mouth drops. “What!”
He smirks. “Kidding.”
“You’re insane.”
“You like me this way.”
I swallow, then tap my chin. “Well... I do, but I also want to tieyouup again.”
His brows pinch. “No.”
“I want to do it, though! Like before.”
He stares. Long. Quiet. Then shakes his head.
“Come on,” I whisper.
I won’t give in. So louder, I shout, “It’s be fun! One second!”
I slide off the counter and head for the closet, opening the box I stashed there days ago.
Inside: a mask, a coil of rope, a knife.
I pull them out and dress the part. Mask on. Shirt off. Bra unclasped. Pants kicked away until I’m bare and ready... there, perfect.
When I return to the kitchen, rope in one hand, knife in the other, I stand tall and command, “Hands behind your back, prisoner.”
Grayson smirks for just a second, his gaze smoldering with that quiet fire he keeps just behind his eyes.
I point the blade. “I saidnow.”
He tilts his head, slow and predatory. “You have blood on your knee.”
“What?” I glance down, studying it. “Hey... There’s no blood—”
I look up.
Grayson’s gone.
Chapter 51
Charlotte
“Wha—” I say.
I peek over my shoulder. Turn around. “Babe? Where are you?”
I creep forward, surveying all around, flipping on more lights as I advance. “This isn’t funny,” I whine. “I’msupposed to be the bad guy.”
The light behind me clicks off.
I spin.
