Meadow’s POV:

My lips parted, but no sound came out. Alaric cocked a brow, waiting for my response. The look in his eyes dared me to refuse. To back down.

But I didn’t.

I wouldn’t.

I could take it, and I was going to take it.

Alaric’s fingers brushed over the side of my wrist right before he fastened the second cuff, lifting me a bit higher until my feet weren’t even touching the floor anymore. I was at eye-level with him now, my nipples were hard, tight against the fabric of my ...