Page 112 of Bound By Her

Bryson let him scream. He was half expecting Adria to come flying through the door, certain Seth’s wrist band was vibrating as well. But no one came. And eventually, arms wrapped firmly around him, Bryson felt Seth’s body soften.

“You’re right. I treat you differently than Kaydon,” Bryson said in the small space of silence. “But not for the reason you think.”

Seth fought in his arms, but stayed quiet.

“I treat you differently because you are different people. But I’m not a mind reader. If you want a change, you have to ask for it.”

Seth released a breath, saying, “I don’t know if I do. I just never felt like it was even an option.”

Bryson loosened his grip, and Seth stopped fighting.

“I’m eating more here.”

“I noticed.”

Bryson shifted Seth in his arm to get a better view of his face. His blue eyes still wary, and tears clung to his long eyelashes.

“She’s not what you think she is,” Seth said.

Why did Adria have to ruin every moment?

“Yeah, what do you think she is?” Bryson asked.

“She gets us.”

Gets me.Bryson could hear it in his voice. Saw it in his face, in his eyes. Those pale blues held all the words Seth wasn’t willing to say.

Bryson looked away, not wanting Seth to see the hurt on his face. “That’s her job, Killer. It’s what she does for a living.”

Seth shook his head. “It’s more than that. She had us. Right under the chopping block. Separated, fighting, she could have easily taken our legs out from under us, but she didn’t.”

Your father did.

He didn’t need to say it. Adria had played her cardswell. She was pretending she was everything his father wasn’t. She saw to their needs, observed their weaknesses, and helped them overcome them, but that didn’t make her any better than his father. It didn’t make her safe. A monster good at hiding was still a monster.

Running his hand through Seth’s hair, he said, “I’m glad you’re eating more.”

He nipped at Seth’s ear, and when he made eye contact with him, there was a hunger within them.

“Get on the bed, Killer.”

Seth’s eyes smoldered as he considered. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, Bryson pulled him in close and growled in his ear, “If you’re worried about Miss Priss, I think if you’re real good for me, she’ll punish you later.”

Bryson licked the edge of Seth’s ear and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be punished?”

Seth moved towards the bed, and Bryson spoke up. “Crawl.”

Seth hesitated, but then dropped to all fours. Bryson degraded Kaydon from time to time, but he hadn’t tried it with Seth.

As Seth moved towards the bed, Bryson pushed his foot into Seth’s groin. Even through his boot, Bryson could feel Seth’s arousal. “Such a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

When he didn’t answer, Bryson stepped on Seth’s shoulder, and Seth crumpled under the force. Bryson was ready, moving swiftly to push his boot into the side of his face.

Seth scrambled, hands grabbing at the shoes’ edges. “I asked you a question, slut. I expect a response.”

Seth stilled.

“I am a greedy little slut,” he said, face smashed into the carpet.

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