This confirms exactly what I thought. I can definitely use this woman. She is so distracted by me, she doesn’t realize I have her cuffs until they snap over her right wrist. “What the fuck?” she hisses at me. “I think you are the one under arrest, baby,” I mutter against her throat. Her body goes stiff against me. I clasp the other link over my own wrist. She yanks it, pinching my skin.
