Page 167 of Bound By Her

His eyes snapped open. “You want it,” he bit out. “I can feel it.”

She brought the tip of the knife to his lip.

“What you feel is my power. My control.”

She nicked his lip with the blade.

A thin line of warmth trickling from his mouth. Adria leaned down, licking the blood.

His mouth crashed into hers.

Desperation. His tongue demanding. His body pleading.

She let him take. Let him taste. But then—she pulled back. Leaving him panting. Pathetic.

She tilted her head, considering. “You like it when I dominate you,” she murmured. “Admit it.”

“Yes.”

Fuck, yes.

She took him to places he had never been.

And he craved it.

She smiled. She tried to hide it, but he saw.

His lips curled. “You like it with me, too.”

Her smile vanished.

“You can be rougher with me.” His voice was low, coaxing. “A real sadist.”

She turned away.

Bryson’s stomach dipped. “Admit it.”

Her head snapped back. Cold eyes. Walls up. “Why?” she asked, voice sharp. “So you can say I’m just like my father? So you can remind me what a monster I am?”

Bryson shook his head. “I don’t see a monster.”

She flinched.

“Adria, I’m fascinated by you.”

His pulse pounded in his throat. The words felt like a confession. Like something he wasn’t supposed to say.

But it was the truth.

She was the single most driven, beautiful, fucking sexy-as-hell woman he had ever met.

And she was terrifying.

His voice dropped. Low. Rough. Honest. “Whatever wave you’re on, I want to ride with you.” He locked eyes with her, willing her to believe him.

“Don’t pull away now.”

Eyes cautious, she leaned over him. Finding the scars on his right peck, she nicked the top one.

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