Page 102 of Knight’s Dominion

“I knew you wouldn’t let me go. I needed to go, Chaos.”

He was, yep, he was actually losing his fucking mind. He unhooked her arms and lowered her to the ground, undoing the cuffs and tossing them aside.

She watched him warily as he yanked up his jeans. “How did you get out?”

“A demi, she’s not there because she wants to be, but I couldn’t get her to come with us. She made sure the others in the building got out and helped me dispose of…ah…” She snapped her mouth shut.

She was still trying to keep shit from him. “Finish what you were going to say.”

Her spine straightened. “A demon, okay, one I’d apparently fought before. He was supposed to take me to wherever they’re holding our demi.”

“He attacked you?”

She walked up to him and pressed her beautiful naked body against his. “I knocked him out, and the demi I met helped me get him to the roof. We ashed him there. There was no cell service in the penthouse or I would have called you. I’d planned to if I wasn’t…”

She bit her lip, stopping herself again. This time he finished for her. “If you weren’t captured?”

Grace dipped her chin.

“You went in expecting you would be.” Not a question.

“If I hadn’t been forced to kill that demon, they would’ve taken me where they’re keeping my people. Rocco would have followed, called you all in, and we could have set them free.”

She shook—from anger, not from fear. Not Grace. Nothing scared her, and yeah, that terrified him.

“You could have been killed,” he said, feeling close to the edge, so damn close.

“They want me alive. I’m no good to them dead.” Her chin came up, and she looked stubborn as hell. “You think Oden could best me? You’ve seen me fight.”

"Yeah, I have.” And he couldn't stop himself from adding, "Scares the fuck out of me." He smoothed his hands over her bare shoulders and gently gripped the side of her throat because he had to keep touching her. "Turns me the fuck on as well.”

She sucked in a shaky breath and his heart stuttered. He loved the way she reacted to him. How she seemed to crave him almost as much as he did her. But tonight she was playing with fire. “Don’t do that again, Grace. If you ever willingly put yourself in a dangerous situation like that again, if you ever keep something like this from me again, I will punish you.” It wasn’t the first time he said it to her, and he meant it.

Her gaze darkened. “You’ll punish me?”

“Yes.” He’d said it now. And he wouldn’t take it back. And despite the way Grace had slightly snarled the words, he knew she didn’t want him to, either.

“You told me you’d never punish me, that you couldn’t,” she said, testing him, throwing his own words back at him.

The smile he gave her was sinister and dirty as fuck. “Oh, you’ll like this punishment.”

“How is that a deterrent?”

“It’s not, but it gives me an excuse to tie you down and do whatever the fuck I want to you.”

She stood there naked, heat blazing in her eyes and looking like his own personal wet dream. “What are you going to do? Hang me from the ceiling and fuck me again?”

Her voice shook, broadcasting how much she wanted him to follow through with his threat, but was too afraid to ask for it.

He shrugged. “Among other things.”

Her eyes were bright with defiance, with desire. “That was fun and all, but I don’t answer to you, to anyone.” There was no anger in her voice, just conviction.

“I’m not anyone. I’m your mate. You don’t lie to me. You don’t keep shit from me. You treat me with the respect I deserve as your male.”

Her eyes flashed. “And do I get the same respect?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation.