" And you’re about to pay for that, baby.” Furi spun Syn around and pushed his chest against the door. “Furious,” Syn groaned when he felt his sweater being roughly yanked over his head. Furi’s hand pressed hard into the center of his back, keeping him pinned against the front door. “Yes, punish me.” Syn froze when Furi’s assault on his body stopped immediately after he said that. Oh no. Furi’s hair was brushing against Syn’s face as he leaned in to whisper in his ear, “You ever been handcuffed, Sergeant? Restrained.” Syn shivered, his cock leaking in his tight jeans. “Oh fuck.” “Don’t "

― A.E. Via , Embracing His Syn (Nothing Special, #2)