Page 195 of The ARC Unit: Breach
A yes means more from someone that can say no.
“I want you to use it.”
“Use what?”
“The webbing.”
“Where?”
I glanced down.
Wolf’s hand caught my chin hard before my eyes reached his belt and brought my face back up.
“Did I tell you to look away?”
My breath caught.
“No.”
“Then stop fucking doing it.”
He released me.
“Answer the question.”
“My wrists.”
“Where?”
I swallowed.
“Behind my back.”
“Full sentence, Mercer.”
The demand sent another rush through my body that made it harder to stay angry at him in any useful way.
“I want you to tie my wrists behind my back.”
“Again.”
“Seriously?”
Whatever patience had been left in his eyes disappeared.
“Was that what I told you to say?”
I could hear my breathing now.
“I-I want you to tie my wrists behind my back.”
“Again.”
“I want you to tie my wrists behind my back.”
Wolf stepped close enough that his chest almost touched mine.
“And if you want me to stop?”
