Page 113 of Bound By Her

His white face blushing a delightful shade of pink as he said it.

“You’ve been hiding things from me, Killer, and that won’t do.”

Bryson’s boot pressed harder into the side of Seth’s face.

A reminder.

Then, just as suddenly, Bryson released him. Scrambling on all fours, panting, Seth crawled onto the bed.

Not fast enough.

Bryson grabbed his ankles, yanking him backward.

Seth fell, face-first into the plush comforter, a muffled sound escaping his lips.

Bryson didn’t let up. He pinned Seth’s legs at the edge of the mattress, gripping both wrists and pulling them behind his back.

Seth’s body went taut.

Trapped.

Helpless.

A whimper slipped from him, smothered against the blankets.

Their alert bracelets continued to vibrate.

But it seemed the cavalry wasn’t coming.

Bryson didn’t understand why. But, he wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass.

“I think you deserve to be punished,” Bryson said.

Seth’s breath hitched.

“SAY IT!” Bryson’s voice crashed through the room, raw and commanding.

Seth flinched.

His voice was barely audible, muffled into the mattress.

“I…I need to be punished.”

Not good enough.

Bryson leaned down, his body molding against Seth’s, chest pressing into his back, his lips right at his neck.

His erection pushed against Seth’s ass, heat radiating between them. His voice was a low growl.

“Louder.”

Seth shuddered. “I need to be punished,” he said, voice clear now, desperate.

The words echoed through the room.

His body burned, a pink flush deepening into crimson. Bryson’s teeth sank into the soft skin of his neck.

Seth tensed under the pressure, a choking sound catching in his throat.

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