Page 177 of Bound By Her

Beneath the table, his fingers found the hidden mechanism. A sharp click, and the tabletop unlocked. With one fluid motion, he spun it. The girl gasped as she flipped, her legs spreading wide before him, her head now facing Adria.

Her breath hitched, but he didn’t spare her a glance.

His eyes were locked on Adria.

Gripping the girl’s thighs, he wrenched them open wider.

A sharp inhale—not from the girl. From Adria.

There it is.

He slapped the girl’s thigh, hard.

“Not a sound.” His voice was rough, dark with intent.

The girl trembled beneath his grip, but it wasn’t her reaction he was watching.

It was Adria’s.

And there it was—the smallest flush, creeping up her throat. A heat she hadn’t masked quickly enough.

She was turned on.

Satisfaction curled inside him, slow and predatory.

Lowering himself between the girl’s legs, he ran his tongue along the soft mound of her cunt, never breaking eye contact with Adria.

The girl shuddered beneath him, her body tightening, but Adria was the one he was devouring.

For a moment, something between them clicked—a pulse of energy neither of them could deny.

But it wasn’t enough.

He wanted more.

A dark hunger swelled inside him, not for the Natalia, but for Adria.

To make her break. To make her burn.

Natalia whimpered, and instantly, he stopped.

Her face crumpled in dismay, realizing her mistake.

Bryson smirked—slow and wicked. She knew what was coming.

Effortlessly, he flipped her onto her stomach. The air punched from her lungs in a gasp, but she made no sound.

“Face the floor.” His voice was husky, thick with command.

His body pressing against her, his cock straining through his pants. Raising his hand, he brought it down hard.

A bare-palmed smack. Sharp, biting.

The girl tensed, silent.

Another strike. And another. And another.

Her skin was blazing pink.

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