June's POV
Justin's hands moved like lightning, his fingers deftly untying the belt of my robe. It was almost too fast for my body to catch up, too much for my mind to fully process. I'd been naked in front of him countless times, but somehow this felt different—too exposed. I fumbled to close the robe, my fingers trembling, but his touch was merciless, pulling my hands back, binding them with the very belt I had tried to keep from slipping. My pulse hammered in my throat. With a swift motion, he used the belt to tie my hands, pulling me up to the headboard of the bed, where he began securing me to the post.
"What the hell, Justin? What are you doing?" I demanded, struggling against the restraints, my heart racing in confusion and growing unease.
His gaze was cold, but his voice carried a dark amusement. "Oh, come on, girlfriend," he said with a grin that didn't reach his eyes. "You said you love me. If you love me, you should love every version of me, even the crazy one, right?"
