Page 166 of Bound By Her

Her hair was wild, and her eyes were alight.

“Still with me, big boy?”

He nodded, riding her energy. “Fuck yes.”

She was still in the large T-shirt, but his cock roared to life when she took off her lace underwear. His balls tightened, and when he thought things couldn’t get any harder, she climbed on top of him.

The wetness in between her legs, caused him to lose all control. His entire body craved her. He pressed his pelvis into the air, trying to feel more of her, needing to feel all of her.

Adria sat hard on his chest, crushing him.

“Fuc—”

Her palm cracked across his face.

Shock came first. Then, the second slap ignited a slow-burning rage in his gut. His hands flexed against the restraints, useless.

Her fingers curled around his throat, squeezing.

Bryson bucked against her, but she only tightened her grip, her slick folds pressing dangerously close to him. Heat rushed to his face, blood pounding in his ears as black spots danced in his vision.

Then—her tongue.

Slow, warm, dragging over his lips. Taunting.

His body screamed for her. He wanted to devour her, to press into her and worship every inch of her body. Make her come on his fingers and lick her clean. Shove himself deep inside, filling her until she forgot everything but him.

Her hand released his throat, and the world came rushing back.

She hovered over him, knife in hand.

Fuck.

The cold blade skated along his collarbone, the edge barely grazing skin. Bryson’s heart slammed against his ribs, breath shallow as he followed the sharp, slow descent of the steel.

It stopped at a scar. The long one from the accident. One of the few he didn’t remember getting.

The knife moved on, circling a cigarette burn on his left arm. A stab wound on his flank. A cigar burn on his thigh.

Every piece of his past. Every place where someone had tried to break him.

Adria took her time.

Tracing the pain. Claiming it.

Bryson moaned.

It was fucked up. So fucked up.

But he didn’t care.

“Take these cuffs off me,” he growled, voice hoarse but firm. “Let me fuck you.”

He felt like an animal. Wild. Unhinged.

The only thing that could pull him back to earth was her body wrapped around his.

Her laughter was soft but sharp. Playful. “You think you deserve that, do you?”

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