Page 178 of Bound By Her

The tension winding inside him, electric. His hand lifted for another?—

“Time’s up.”

Adria’s voice sliced through the room like a knife.

Bryson stilled.

The fog of arousal and power fractured.

He lifted his head, eyes snapping to hers.

Her flush was gone.

The sharpness was back.

Adria stood, mask intact, utterly in control.

And just like that—she had won.

“Regan, pet number three could not make Natalia orgasm. I trust you can do better?”

Bryson moved his gaze to the almost forgotten naked man in the corner. Regan’s smile was smug.

“Than complete failure? I can do much better than that,” Regan said.

Rage coursed through Bryson.

Like hell.

“No one said shit about a time limit.”

Rough fingers ran through his hair, pulling sharply. “And who gave you permission to speak, number three?”

His gaze snapped to her, sharp and dangerous, ignoring the sting in his scalp. If she ripped out his hair, so be it.

She was pushing him.

“You’re telling me you’d rather see that guy finish her off than me?” His voice was raw, barely controlled.

Adria’s face was hard as stone.

“I want to see a real stallion do as he’s told.”

The words hit like a punch.

His breath locked in his chest, anger flashing hot and blinding.

His eyes flicked to Regan. Really looked at him this time.

Size. Strength. Stance. Measured. Weighed. Calculated.

Regan was bigger, but Bryson knew he could take him.

His body shifted, fingers twitching with the urge to move—to destroy.

To fight.

But then her hand was on him. A light touch on his cheek, barely there—but enough.

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