Page 23 of Tick Tock, Boom!

I slid my hand between her legs, knuckles brushing over her soaked, needy cunt. My cock twitched at how fuckingreadyshe was for me. I knew she wanted sweetness, she craved it, but this was punishment. She disregarded my orders, and you never fuck with a Bastard’s orders.

“You’ll scream it soon enough.”

She moaned again, biting her lip like she was trying to keep herself from falling apart.

Too late.

I shoved two fingers inside her. Deep, hard, no warning, my thumb grinding against her clit ripping a broken gasp out of her. Her body jerked, thighs twitched, and she held on to the restraints. It was obvious she didn’t know whether to collapse or beg for more.

“This,” I growled. “This greedy little cunt that keeps dripping for me.It belongs to a Bastard.I want you to remember that the next time you try to defy me.”

She was already riding my hand, fucking herself like she couldn’t get enough. I pulled my fingers out and slowly licked at them. Her mouth opened in a smallO,and I leaned in and licked her lips. My mouth slid over hers and she whimpered around my tongue, sucking on it like she was starving, and I swear to God, somethingbrokeinside me.

She was under my skin, poisoning me in the best fucking way. I didn’t want kids, didn’t want a family, didn’t want to be someone’s happily ever after.

I wanted control, freedom and pain.

But her?

I wanted herchainedto me.

I wanted her broken open so I could fuck myself into every corner of her mind.

I stepped back in, fingers plunging into her again with brutal precision, curling just right to hit that spot deep inside her that made her legs shake. My thumb circled her clit in tight, maddening strokes. Her moans grew louder, higher, climbing toward that release. It was too fast, too easy, and it seemed she forgot this was punishment.

I stopped abruptly and she she gasped, jerking in her restraints, body trembling with need. Her back arched, begging silently, but I stepped away.

"No," I said simply, my voice a growl against her skin. "You don’t get to have that kind of pleasure. Not the kind I can give you. Not tonight."

She whimpered, frustration and lust tangled in the sound. I leaned in close, my breath hot at her ear. "You think you get to come just because you’re dripping for me? Because you beg like a good little whore? No. You’ll come when I say. And right now? You don’t deserve it."

She shook, ruined and wrecked, her body aching to fall over the edge.

"And if I ever see you with another man again, if you let another man near you, if you so much as breathe for someone who ain’t me…I’ll fucking destroy them. And after I let you watch me tear them limb from limb, then I’ll chain you up and remind you exactly who owns this sweet little cunt."

Her breath hitched and I turned and left her there. Not bothering to bring her down from that cross. I left her desperate, soaked and denied.

Exactly how I felt.

NATALIA

"You’re not staying here another goddamn night."

Barrel’s voice thundered through the apartment, shaking the cheap blinds as I backed away, arms crossed, heart pounding.

“I said no!” I shouted, my voice echoing off the peeling walls. “I don’t want to go to the clubhouse. I’m not one of your little biker whores, Dad!”

His eyes flared that dangerous kind of flare. The one I’d only seen when someone tried to fuck with him in public. The kind that meant someone was about to bleed.

In two long strides, he was in front of me, grabbing my arm. Not hard enough to hurt, but firm. Final. The kind of grip that said I wasn’t getting away this time.

“You’re coming with me now. I'm done with the fatherly love type of bullshit, you need tough love, kid.”

“No!” I struggled against him as he dragged me to the door, practically lifting me off the floor when I planted my heels. “You can’t do this!”

His jaw clenched. “I can. And I will. You’re done playing house in this shithole. You’re coming where I can keep eyes on you.”

“You can’t keep me from my classes!”

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