Page 217 of Bound By Her

She believed that he cared. That all three of them did.

But then she remembered the cold spoon. The empty kitchen.

She answered his plea not with words—but with action.

Pulling Seth up by the hair, she kissed him, savoring the difference. Where Kaydon was heat and pressure, Seth was soft edges and slow burn. He tasted like mint and cinnamon. His hands worked her breasts expertly, rolling her nipples in-between fingers, and Adria felt herself melting again.

Reaching back, she found Kaydon’s head and guided him lower.

She moaned with pleasure as he slid his tongue through her folds once more.

And Adria, overwhelmed by the feel of them and the sight of Bryson, restrained and aching—surrendered to the storm she had created.

“You’re so wet, Goddess,” Kaydon said, before pressing his tongue deep inside her.

Her body lit up as his tongue fucked her. Adria’s breath hitched as she felt wetness dripping down her legs. Part of that was Kaydon’s expert attention, but what wasreally getting her going were the sounds of distress at her feet.

Hearing Bryson suffer, was sweet music to her ears.

“Adria, this is torture.”

Ignoring him, she pressed Kaydon’s face into her harder, and brought Seth down to take her breast into his mouth.

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes,”she shouted, holding Kaydon in place. Pushing into the back of his head so hard, she doubted he could breathe.

“Just like that, keep going.”

Adria felt her arousal rise, cresting to a point of no return. Glancing down, she watched Bryson straining against the ropes, his wrists red. Adria imagined him breaking out of them, pushing Seth and Kaydon out of the way and devouring her body and soul.

She came.

It wasn’t a quiet one either. Letting herself go, she screamed into the room. Adria hoped Eric really was listening to music. Riding the orgasm, she smothered Seth and Kaydon, pushing them into her body. When she was done, she lay there, letting the feeling of release wash over her.

Bryson was still there.

Hovering in the corner, his expression carved with pain.

He didn’t want this.

Sure, he had said the words. Claimed he wanted to be there for her, but actions spoke louder. And she could read him too well. That wasn’t desire in his eyes. It was doubt. It was hurt. It was conflict.

Because the truth was, they were both Dominant.

They were both heads of powerful families, raised to never kneel. Never bend. Never yield.

Bryson had said it himself: he didn’t submit to anyone.

And Adria? She had sworn long ago that she bent to no man.

They were forged from the same steel, and no matter how much they wanted each other, they were at an impasse. A fire that couldn’t burn without consuming them both.

He’d remembered that in the kitchen—when he fled from her and that stupid bowl of ice cream.

And now, she needed to remind him again. Cut through the fantasy. Get this foolish, dangerous notion out of his head.

The four of them couldn’t work.

Not the way he wanted.

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