His jaw ticked, and his lip twitched up into a snarl. “Mean it is, because you need to f*****g learn a lesson.”
He yanked on my hair, making me cry out in pain as he led me across the room to one of his bags and fished out another damn roll of duct tape.
I poked the bear one too many times, and I had a feeling I was about to pay dearly for it.
We moved to the bed and he let go, shoving me down. I lay there as he spun me around, positioned me where he wanted, then grabbed hold of one wrist. First, he wound the tape around my wrist, then drew it around the bedpost, then spun it around my wrist again in the opposite direction, making sure to loop the strands together.
My heart started pounding, and adrenaline kicked in. A growing fear began to circulate through my veins when he pulled my
