He reaches over, and I flinch, hitting my back against the headboard. Shit. Why am I so jumpy? This isn’t me. Kirill effortlessly seizes both my hands, and a shock of electricity rolls through me at the contact. It’s been a long time since he touched me this deliberately and this…intimately. I should probably fight or resist this, but I can’t. In fact, I don’t want to. So I remain still as he pulls my hands above my head and expertly ties my wrists to the headboard using his belt. The leather snaps securely, stretching my arms and forbidding me from moving.
