Page 176 of Bound By Her

It radiated from Adria, effortless and unshaken. The way she commanded submission with nothing but presence alone.

The blood in his body surged downward.

“Number three, give Natalia an orgasm.”

Bryson blinked. Number three was him, and whatever he thought she was going to say next, that was not it.

“I will not repeat myself, number three.”

He ground his teeth. Of all the nicknames, he hated that one the most.

Fuck her.

She wanted to pretend like nothing had happened. Well, two could play that game.

Getting up, he moved towards the black-haired beauty. Her breasts were full and perky, lulling only slightly to the sides. Her eyes closed.

Bryson’s heart pounded in his chest.

He had been acting like a submissive for weeks. Days of playing a role and suppressing his nature. Now, as he approached the girl, he felt like a predator waking up out of a deep sleep. When he reached her side, he waited, allowing her to feel his energy and needing to feel hers.

Bending down, he moved his nose very close to the side of her neck.

She would be able to feel him breathing and know he was close.

Brushing his nose along her throat, he breathed her in as he moved up to the bottom of her earlobe, nipping it. As expected, she yelped, but he was ready. Quick reflexes brought his hand down around her neck and jaw, holding her face still as she jumped.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes flashed open, responding to his command. His breathing quickened.

“I don’t want to hear a sound from you, understand?”

He tightened his hold on her neck, and she nodded silently. Her lip quivering when he didn’t relent his stare.

She was adorable.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

He circled around her, moving his gaze to his brothers. Seth was already in a daze, completely drunk on the scene.

Adria had done that.

Helped Seth feel more comfortable leaning into his submissive side. Kaydon shot him a wicked grin. Under normal circumstances, Bryson would have welcomed the invitation. He’d flip the girl over, expose the perfect curveof her ass, and paint her skin in pinks and purples while Kaydon worked her from below—her cries of pain bleeding into pleasure, until they became indistinguishable.

But today, Bryson had something different in mind.

His gaze slid away from Kaydon, locking onto Adria.

Her mask was there. That cold, composed expression, painted on like armor.

But she was watching.

And like it or not, she had to keep watching. For now, he controlled the board.

“Are you struggling to focus, pet?” Her voice was a low drawl, deliberately testing.

He knew better than to underestimate her—Adria was a formidable opponent. But this wasn’t about winning. This was about making her feel something.

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