"Where are you going?" I ask, twisting around, trying to lift my body higher so I can see, but with the way he's holding me, I can't.
He grunts in reply as he pushes open the door a few metres away from mine, and as soon as I see the black carpet beneath his feet as he walks across the room, sweat prickles along my skin.
We're in his room.
Oh God, is he going to chain me tohisbed?
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
"You can't actually be serious?" I yell as he stops by his wardrobe, moving the hand he had around my legs to open it before rummaging around with something on the top shelf.
"I told you to stay in the apartment, and you didn't listen," he bites out, his tense shoulders rippling beneath my hips as he slams his wardrobe door closed. He turns towards the bed, dangling a pair of silver handcuffs from his fingers, directly in my line of sight. "Then I told you to go upstairs, and again, you didn't listen."
"And you think chaining me to your bed is going to make me listen?"
"It's worth a try," he says, tossing me onto the bed.
As soon as my back hits the mattress, I bend my legs, tucking my knees to my chest before kicking them out, planting my feet directly in the middle of his chest, and pushing him away from me before turning to crawl across the bed.
Before I reach the other side, his hand wraps around my ankle, tugging me backwards, and I faceplant the silky smooth duvet as a yelp escapes from my mouth.
He digs his knees into the back of my thighs that are now dangling off the side of the bed, pinning my legs into place as he wrestles with my flailing arms. Avoiding most of the punches I'm sending his way, he tries to secure my arms behind me, but now I know he's serious, I'm not going to give up without a fight.
"Quítate de mí," I scream while he twists my right arm behind my back, lowering his body on top of mine to keep it in place while he grabs a hold of my right arm, locking one of the cuffs around my wrist.
The feel of his hard body on top of mine causes me to freeze.
His heavy breath is fanning across the skin of my neck, and I can feel the muscles along his body pressing into my back with every deep breath he takes. But the thing that has me frozen in place, my muscles locked tight, is the hard, throbbing bulge I can feel digging into my arse.
Tingles spread across my body as I wiggle, making it seem like I'm trying to move, but really, I'm trying to decipher if what I'm feeling against me is actually his dick like I think it is.
When I feel it twitch, causing—what I think—is the zip, or button, of his pants to press deeper against my backside, my eyes flutter closed.
The metallic clinking of a chain and the sharp clicking sound that follows has my head whipping to the side—he's stretched out our arms and closed the other handcuff around one of the horizontal poles of his bedframe.
"Get comfy, little viper," he whispers, his lips tickling my ear as his hand strokes the length of my arm. He pulls himself away from me,slowly, taking all of his warmth and leaving me cold, and seething as I flip myself around so I can glare at his stupidly handsome face. "You're gonna be here for a while."
"If you think I'm sleeping in this bed with you, you're delusional," I bite out, yanking my arm and trying to break the handcuffs, but instead, pain shoots through my arm, and the handcuffs stay perfectly intact.
He chuckles darkly and turns away from me, back over to his wardrobe.
"You won't be," he replies as he slowly begins unbuttoning his shirt. "I'll sleep on the sofa tonight while you stay here and learn your lesson."
I scoff, tearing my eyes away from his back as he lowers his shirt from his body.
"You can't just leave me here."
"Sure I can," he says, grabbing a pair of grey sweats from the wardrobe before moving towards his bedroom door. "I'll have my sister come check on you in the morning once I've left for work."
With that, he leaves the room, while I lie here gaping at the closed door.
Chapter Twenty
Dominic
Holy shit.
I've handcuffed Alicia to my fucking bed…
