ADELE’S POV

I watched him climb off the bed, his muscles rippling under that stupid shirt like he was putting on a show just to torture me more. My body was still humming from what he'd done—every nerve ending lit up, my skin too sensitive, my core aching in a way that made me want to scream. But no way in hell was I giving him the satisfaction of seeing how much he affected me. Not after everything.

"You're not fucking going to leave me like this?!" I spat, yanking at the cuffs again. The metal dug into my wrists, sharp and cold, but the real pain was the frustration...