Page 211 of Bound By Her

Adria scowled, but Bryson could feel her nipples peaking under him. He squirmed uneasily as a pulsating sensation intensified below his waist, straining against the confines of his zipper. His body craved her so much at this point, he wasn’t sure if he would ever find relief.

“You three shouldn’t mess with things you don’t understand. Fear and arousal have similar biological signatures,” Adria said.

“We know,” the three of them said in unison.

Bryson watched her, his primal instinct kicking in.

They were pushing her limits. Anything pushed to its limit was dangerous, and Adria wasalwaysdangerous. His cock liked the idea; wild Adria was his favorite version of her.

The phone was Seth’s idea; it was a way to keep track of her fight-or-flight response. They needed to push her, but everyone had an edge, and they didn’t want to push her past hers.

Hovering in front of her, Bryson waited. Still. Watchful.

Adria didn’t move.

She was so still that for a moment, panic twisted in his gut. Had they already pushed her too far?

Freeze was a trauma response he recognized all too well.

He flicked his eyes to Kaydon, hoping for a sign, a signal, but Kaydon looked just as stunned, his brow furrowed in concern.

Then, without warning, her fist shot up.

Bryson barely dodged the punch.

He wasn’t as lucky with her knee.

Pain exploded through his groin as her leg landed between his legs.

Adrenaline hit him like a drug. He grit his teeth, pushing past the white-hot agony as she bolted for the door. Reacting on instinct, he caught her, arms locking around her body, wrists gripped tight.

She thrashed in his hold, fire incarnate. Seth hovered in the doorway, torn between stepping in and holding back.

Bryson dragged her into the bedroom.

She screamed, but only for a second, before Bryson’s hand clamped over her mouth.

And that was his next mistake.

Pain flared as she bit down, her teeth tearing into his flesh with all the fury she couldn’t voice. Hot blood welled between them, dripping down his wrist. His cock throbbed with the pressure of her against him.

Her body was like fire against his, and his body responded to their proximity. That, along with the blood dripping down his palm, threatened to pull him along for a ride.

Focus. Fucking focus.

With one hand out of commission, he struggled to subdue her. But he didn’t let go.

Bryson pushed her back, lowering her onto themattress, using his weight, he pressed his body into hers, breathing shallow and quick.

The room pulsed with electric tension.

She bucked under him, face wild and eyes fierce.

“Yellow,” Kaydon said over his shoulder.

That snapped Bryson out of his arousal fog, and he ground out, “Seth, help me.”

Seth was there in an instant.

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