Twenty - SaraSo, I knew that I hadn’t just had s*x with Connor, but my face blushed as I realized I’d had that dream in front of Fang and whoever else was in the car with us. I went to move my hands to cover my flushing face, but they wouldn’t budge. My wrists were tied together. I moved my legs. They were, too.
I lay across the backseat of his sedan, except I wasn’t alone. Two strong hands held onto my bound ankles. I started to piece together what had happened to land me in the backseat of the car.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Fang said. “We had to take some precautions for everyone’s safety.”
“Motherfucker,” I growled.
“Such foul language,” he said in his smooth voice. “I really don’t like what’s happened to you since you’ve been hanging out with those bikers, Sara. We need to work on y
