Chapter 145: All I Want Is You (3)
"Shh..." Greg murmured, pressing his index finger against her lips, his touch featherlight yet commanding. "Be quiet. Stay still."
But Cammy couldn’t. Her instincts fought against submission, her fingers twitching as she tried to pull her wrist free—only to feel the soft, velvety rope constrict tighter against her skin.
A smirk ghosted across Greg’s lips. "The more you struggle, the tighter it gets." His voice was low, dark, edged with amusement as he straightened, putting distance between them.
Cammy exhaled sharply, ceasing her resistance. "I can see that," she admitted, her voice softer now, filled with something unspoken. Instead, she let her gaze follow him as he moved, standing tall at the foot of the bed.
He watched her—devoured her. His eyes, dark and brimming with hunger, roamed over her restrained form as if committing every inch of her to memory.
Then, without warning, he reached for her left ankle. His grip was firm, possessive, and when he yanked her leg toward him, a gasp tore from her lips.
"Greg—"
She barely had time to react before the silken rope coiled around her ankle, tightening, securing her in place. A thrill shot through her as he repeated the motion with her other foot, rendering her completely at his mercy.
Tied down. Exposed. Helpless beneath his gaze.
Greg straightened, his smirk deepening. "Now," he drawled, rolling his shoulders as if savoring the moment, "you’re exactly where I want you."
With a slow, willful tug, Greg pulled at the rope cinching her robe together. The fabric parted, slipping open like a gift undone. His smirk deepened as his gaze swept over her.