Chapter 38 Bound By His Will: Part 3

• I trust him. I do.
• As I sit here, cuffed to the bed, half-naked, and vulnerable, I trust that Marcel won’t cross lines that I don’t want crossed; however, I can’t stop the sliver of doubt from tainting it, tarnishing the better part of my excitement into fear as he kneels on the bed, before me, hooking his fingers into the hem of my leggings and underwear and stripping me naked.
• Instinctively, I bring my knees together, wanting to guard myself. Almost instantly, his eyes snap up to meet my own, his gaze darkening, a silent reminder that he has rules and I’ve just broken one of them.