Page 147 of Bound By Her

“Always trying to get my attention.” She spat blood at him. Mocked him. “You wanted me. You always did.”

Jonathan’s nostrils flared. His fingers twitched around the knife. She kept pushing. Kept driving the blade deeper. “Take whatever you can, but you will never have me.”

Rage flickered behind his eyes.

Good. Let it burn.

“You'll always be lesser.”

His lip curled.

“You were with my father. And you sure as hell are with me.”

The room crackled with energy. His breathing matching hers, wild, erratic.

Kill me, you fucker.She dared.Or don’t you have the guts?

Jonathan’s jaw locked.

His boot drove into her chest, crushing her ribs, smashing her breasts beneath his weight.

But she didn’t scream. She didn’t break.

She smiled. “You don’t scare me anymore.”

Jonathan’s expression shattered into something feral. He reached down, grabbing the belt from the floor. Slow. Deliberate.

His voice dropping into a cold whisper.

“I think you’ve earned some big-girl punishments.”

The fire light cast dancing shadows along his face. The belt came down suddenly, causing her to scream in pain as it struck her face, sides, chest, and abdomen. Adria attempted to shield herself, but her arms could only cover so much. The thin leather continued to strike her repeatedly, and soon her body was covered in sweat and blood as she writhed on the glass shards. Her voice hoarse when he finally dropped the belt.

His hands encircled her wrists as he dragged her limp body across the room, with jagged glass scraping against her.

Lifting her easily, he positioned her doubled over her father’s desk.

His lips rubbing along her ear. “There is no one for you, Adria. Only me. You are mine.”

She shook her head. No one owned her.

“I do the owning,” she said.

She opened her eyes and turned her head, wanting to see his face when she said, “And a pathetic, insecure piece of shit like you isn’t capable of owning anything.”

He jammed his thumb into her asshole, and she gripped the edge of the desk.

“We’ve been here before, haven’t we,princess?” His voice floated around her as she fought to remain in the present, but the sexual contact from him was too much. Suddenly, she was a little girl again.

CHAPTER 34

NORTH CAROLINA

Bryson startled awake.

His body was drenched in sweat, muscles aching from a sleep that felt more like a battlefield than rest.

Something was wrong.

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