48. What Do You Desire?

Sofia's POV

Before I realized what was going on, my hands have been cuffed to the headboard restricting the movement of my arms.

Holy shit! What are handcuffs doing in his bedroom? Was he an undercover cop or something?

I dared not mention a word about it. All I could do was run my eyes around his fine frame and be mesmerized by it.

I was high on his man.

Mr. Pompous cuffed my legs to the lower edges of the bed before plucking off the needle attached to his wrist.

I gasped in shock and couldn't help but say, "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" The bag was half filled, meaning he needed to get everything into his system but he just interrupted the transfusion process.

His frame hovered over my still body and he sniffed my neck like a predator preparing to devour a terrified prey.

The thought of struggling with his cuffs did not even flash through my head for a moment.

If this happened days before, I'll scream like a scaredy fox and feared he would do something bad to me.

Prob