Eleanor's POV
Kieran took the handcuffs from my outstretched hand, his fingers brushing mine. "You really want to get rid of this person that badly, huh?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.
"Yes," I said, my gaze unwavering. "And I want to feel more... satisfied. Is that alright with you?"
A slow, intrigued smile touched his lips, visible even with the mask. "How could we ever refuse your request?" He handed the other two sets of cuffs to Keith and Kayden. "What exactly do you want us to do?"
"You're going to handcuff your hands behind your backs," I instructed, my voice gaining a new layer of confidence. "And then, you all have a seat." I placed a hand on Kieran's chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath my palm, and gave a gentle push. "Tonight, I'll be the entertainer."
His eyes, locked on mine, darkened with an intensity I could feel down to my toes. He didn't look away, his gaze tracing the lines of the daring blue dress I wore.
