Georgia's POV
Nick's fingers worked on the buckles restraining me one by one, his movements unhurried, almost tender compared to the merciless torment he'd just put me through.
The spreader bar clattered softly against the floor as he freed my wrists last, rubbing them gently as if to soothe the marks.
The moment I could move, I shoved at his chest, glaring at him through tear-soaked lashes. "I hate you! Why did you do that to me?" My voice shook, part fury, part lingering pleasure that still made my thighs quiver.
Nick only threw his head back and laughed, the deep sound rumbling through his chest. He caught my wrists easily and pulled me down onto his lap, caging me with his strong arms.
"Because, love… it was fun watching you aroused and begging." His lips brushed my temple, wicked and soft at once. "But I won't do it again. Promise."
