Page 10 of His Dark Purpose

She hadn’t intended for the fury swilling in her to erupt, but his incredulity was exasperating. How dare he be offended at her inference when she was the one chained to the bed?

“Amy.” He forced out her name between gritted teeth. “I had to keep you here, but I would never,everdo anything like that.”

Hehadto keep me here.She imagined rolling her eyes at his bullshit.Just like hehadto cuff me.

“It’s difficult to see where the line is when I’m the one cuffed, sir.” She considered finishing the rest of the water but couldn’t shake the idea that there might be something wrong with it.

“We’ll get past this.” His voice had taken on an irritatingly soft and knowing tone.

Will we?Her attention rose back to his hypnotic blue eyes.How?

“Yes.” He enunciated the reply, even though she hadn’t spoken it aloud.

“Will you let me go, sir?” Her gaze darted to the wrist still confined in his metal bracelet. She’d never realized how much strain an elevated limb would put on her shoulder, but she was definitely ready to alleviate the ache.

“Soon.” He reached for her knee and squeezed. “You’re getting cold. You should get under the covers.”

“The temperature isn’t really my most pressing issue, sir.”

Why couldn’t he just unlock her?

Couldn’t he see how aggravated she was?

Maybe that’s the point.Her eyes fluttered closed as she pulled in a deep breath.

“I want to trust you again.” His gaze dropped to where his hand had settled. “Wantto be able to release you.”

Trust me?

It took every ounce of her willpower not to laugh in his face.

“But?” She prompted, sensing where his words were going. Whatever his insane list of reasons was, she might as well hear them.

Rising to his full height, the warmth of his palm left her knee, he took the glass from her as he turned away.

“But first, we need to talk.”

Chapter Four

Revelations

Kyle

‘We need to talk.’

They must have been the four most dreaded words in any adult conversation, but staring at his little girl, he didn’t see a flicker of concern in her expression.

“Oh.” That was all she said as she shifted on the bed. “And then you’ll release me?”

Jesus.

All she’d done since he’d walked back into the room was bleat on about the cuffs. It wasn’t as though he’d left her in a severe stress position. When had her tolerance for bondage become so low? She always seemed to love his binds before.

“Keep being my good girl, and I’ll think about it.” It was the best she was going to get. He wasn’t making promises he couldn’t keep.

“Really?” Her shoulder sagged as far as the cuff allowed.

“Whatwas that?” Propping up her chin with his fingers, he waited for the correct response.

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