Her continuous squirming and moaning made Declan uncomfortable. His rage grew stronger over time. He wished he could throw her into a freezing pool.
"Um… it hurts," Yasmin whined as she tried to untangle her hands from the knot, entirely disregarding his rage. "Why are you tying me up? Untie me."
She directed her hands towards him.
Declan increased the speed of the car, swearing under his breath. His rage and frustration were directed at her.
"Who asked you to go to the party? Now see what happened to you." He glanced at her. "Cover yourself." He pulled up the coat that had fallen onto her lap.
"Um…" She sulked as she shrugged it off. "It's hot. I need water."
"Yeah, I am also thinking about splashing you with a bucket of icy water," he snarled and dropped a bottle of water on her lap. "Drink."
Yasmin showed him her tied hands and mumbled, "My hands. How am I going to open the bottle?"
