“I’m not going to beg,” I say, voice steadier than I expected. “But if you just –” I swear his hand tightens. “If you just hear me out for a second, I can give you something else.” My pulse races. “It’ll probably be more entertaining than hearing me beg for my life.” One thick eyebrow arches. “Hate to break it to you, but I’m not interested in your body.”