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His chest rises slow, deep, broad and sculpted, with a faint sheen of sweat across his pecs that glints in the low light. Every hard ridge of his torso seems flexed with restrained power.

I grab his legs next, wrapping the rope around his ankles and yanking them toward the opposite end of the couch. His thighs are thick, solid, and I swear, the sight alone makes me burn.

I finish tying the last knot, breathless, fingers shaking.

He’s stretched now. Helpless. Perfect.

A wicked little thrill flares in my chest.

Rowen Grayson — dangerous, possessive, insane — is tied, gorgeous, and completely mine.

I did it. I caught him.

Yay!

A laugh bubbles up. I can’t help it. I nudge his leg with my toe and skip back. Giggling.

I wait on bated breath. Come on. Wake up.

His eyes flutter open.

He blinks. Focuses. Sees me.

I hold up my bare wrists with pride. “Surprise!”

He jerks to rise, fast.

Thunk!

The restraints catch. His arms yank harder, muscles bulging.

“What the fuck?” he snarls.

I grin like an idiot. Then clap before breaking into a dance.

“I got you, Grayson!”

Chapter 47

Charlotte

Grayson actuallygrowls.

The deep, animal sound charges the air between us.

“Piggy, undo these.Now,” he orders, the words scraping through his clenched teeth.

I shake my head slowly. My smile is sharp. Unbreakable.

“Charlotte.” His voice is raw, breath heavy through his nose, the kind of anger that makes most people back up. But I step forward instead.

I crouch beside the couch and tap his ribs, light and taunting. “Just testing the ropes,” I hum, side glancing at him... ready to jump away.

And indeed, he thrashes violently. The couch jerks. My knots tighten. They hold.

I let out a giddy squeal, part fear, part thrill.

“Grayson,” I whisper, dragging a finger down the plane of his chest. “You’re... you’re mine. My prisoner.”