Page 100 of Bound By Her

She continued, “I think you want to submit.”

Her voice was smooth, confident. “You just have trouble letting go.”

A growl rumbled deep in his chest, muffled by the gag.

His head shook violently.

If she thought she could manipulate him into submission, she was even crazier than he thought.

“No?”

She paced behind him.

His body tensed, adrenaline spiking. It was instinct—his body mistaking the moment as danger.

Fight.

Flee.

Move.

React.

But he couldn’t.

Not tied down like this.

Not with the silence stretching—coiling—around them.

A sharp drag of her nails along his skin. Starting just below his right ass cheek, slow, deliberate. He bit hard into the gag. Ignoring the heat that stirred between his legs. Ignoring the way his body betrayed him.

“I see things,” she murmured. “Because I observe.”

Her nails traced the length of his flank.

“Your conflict with your brothers—it’s jealousy.”

His muscles locked, and a hiss escaped as her fingers twisted into his hair—wrenching his head back.

His throat exposed.

“Not ofme,” she continued, voice low, thoughtful. “But youarejealous ofsomething.”

Kaydon had said that, too.

Jealous.

Bryson never got jealous. Never wanted what others had.

It was just infuriating watching them fall for her.

Watching them trust her.

She pressed against the side of his face, forcing him down against the bench. His breath hitched as he ground his teeth into the gag, hating the rough treatment.

Hating the powerlessness.

“It got me thinking,” she mused. “What could you possibly be jealous of?”

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