Page 40 of Bonded Chaos

Ryker reached for his belt. With steady fingers, he undid the clasp and pulled the leather free from his waist.

What the hell did he intend to do with that?

“On your knees, Cadence.”

There were moments in life when you had to make choices that could alter the very fabric of your being.

This was one of those moments.

I knew I should fight Ryker, defy his command to obey, and reassert my authority over my being. If I gave in to him, he would only be emboldened. He would take it as an act of submission. That I accepted the bond he insisted we shared.

That couldn’t be further from the truth.

Still, there was a part of me, and not a small part, that desperately wanted to know what Ryker intended to do to me.

Despite my better judgment, I lowered myself to my knees before him, not once breaking eye contact.

Ryker smirked down at me, and he cupped my cheek with his calloused palm.

“So, you can be trained,” he purred as he cocked his head to the side to study me.

I wanted to return a scathing retort, but I was so transfixed by the intensity glinting in Ryker’s grey eyes to risk him stopping whatever this was. Instead, I bit my tongue and glared back at him.

“There she is,” Ryker cooed as he stroked my cheek. “My Temptress. My mate.”

He ran his eyes over my naked form, and he hummed in appreciation.

“You don’t seem to understand your place, sweet Cadence. But don’t worry, I intend to show you.”

Ryker seemed to vibrate with anticipation, and I knew I should be concerned, but I wasn’t.

“You are my mate. Mine. Only I get to gaze upon your perfect skin. To see the way your breasts rise and fall in time with each accelerated heartbeat.”

Ryker took a step back and reached behind him as he tugged off his tunic before discarding it on the floor.

My throat bobbed as I swallowed.

“I won’t fucking share you,” he snarled.

Ryker prowled toward me, his leather belt pulled taut between his fists. He leaned down and wrapped it around my neck before securing it in place with the buckle.

He pulled on the end still clasped in his hand, and I gasped.

My body caught ablaze, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning out loud.

Gods, what the hell was wrong with me?

Why did I like this?

A knowing smirk pulled up the side of Ryker’s mouth. The hand not holding his belt reached down and loosened the ties of his trousers. Then it dipped inside his pants and freed his cock.

Fuck.

I’d forgotten how huge he was.

I pushed my nerves away, too curious, and if I was being honest with myself, too turned on to back down now.

Ryker tugged on the belt, pulling me forward so his cock pressed against my mouth.

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