Page 175 of Bound By Her

This wasn’t about pride.

This wasn’t about revenge.

This was about staying on the board.

And right now, the game was still on.

Moving inside the very room where Adria had proven his masochism to him, Bryson noticed two drop-dead gorgeous, naked women and Regan.

“Keep moving, pet, mind your place,” Adria said.

It took a moment to realize that Adria was talking to him. Kaydon and Seth had continued on while he was kneeling, open-mouthed, into the room’s entrance.

Eyes down, he forced his limbs to move until he was shoulder-to-shoulder with his brothers.

“Eyes on me,” she said, although she didn’t look at them.

She had this annoying way of staring at their eyebrows instead of their eyes.

Bryson tried to ignore the pit forming in his stomach.

“In a few weeks, you three will be on your way to a new household. If your training continues to go well, you will have no issues being placed together,” Adria said, pacing in front of them. “Today we start getting you mentally prepared for that transition.”

She nodded, and the two girls moved.

One was a soft, curvy brunette. The other had black hair and olive skin, her features sharp and striking. Both carried an air of quiet submission.

They approached carefully, beginning with Seth. Their hands skimmed over his body, lips seeking out sensitive spots, kissing and nipping with deliberate precision. Seth’s pale skin flushed a furious pink, his breath shuddering. They worked slowly, methodically, until he was trembling beneath them.

When they finally turned to Kaydon, Seth was left raw, a bright, needy shade of pink.

Kaydon didn’t fare much better. None of them had been allowed release in weeks. Kept in a perpetual stateof arousal, they were wound tight, waiting. The simplest touch was enough to light them up.

Just watching, Bryson felt heat lick at his skin.

His pulse thrummed in anticipation as the girls turned toward him, the promise of their hands hovering close?—

“Stop.”

Adria’s sharp command shattered the spell.

The girls dropped immediately, their bodies folding into a perfect submissive pose. Their obedience was flawless. Too flawless.

Where the hell had she found them?

Bryson tried not to let their seamless submission irritate him.

Adria lifted a hand. “Natalia, come here.”

The olive-skinned woman stood gracefully, stepping toward Adria. With minimal touch, Adria guided her down onto a bench, positioning her with a practiced ease.

Natalia lay back, legs bent over the edge, knees parted wide—offering herself up completely.

Adria’s fingers trailed lazily through Natalia’s dark waves, and the woman shivered under the touch. One simple caress, and the girl was trembling.

Bryson sucked in a breath.

That raw power.

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