Georgia's POV
I was teetering on the edge when Nick suddenly stopped devouring me like I was his last damn meal. My whole body trembled with the loss of contact, and I looked down just in time to see him untying the rope around my legs.
"Thank God," I breathed. "Finally, I'll be able to move again."
But he smirked—devilishly—and crushed my hope in one breath.
"Just your legs, baby. Your arms stay tied."
I frowned. "But why?" I asked, already knowing I wouldn't like the answer.
He leaned closer, voice low and possessive, "Because I don't want you to have control. I want you to surrender. To feel everything I give you—every thrust, every inch. I want you to know what it means to be completely fucked by me."
Before I could react, he stood and circled behind me. My breath caught in my throat.
I glanced over my shoulder, heart racing. "Where are you going?"
