Page 53 of Bound By Her

“That’s funny. I never thinkyoulook cute.”

She faked a pout. “Aw, that wasn’t very nice.”

Grabbing a fistful of Bryson’s hair, she wrenched his head back, and he hissed.

“I do not tolerate disrespect. I know manners are something that you are woefully lacking, so let’s start training right away, shall we?” she said, letting go of his hair.

Moving a few pointed steps away, she turned and stopped.

“Come here,” she said.

She kept her tone light, but when he hesitated, she sharpened it. “Now.”

By some miracle, it had worked in the boardroom and while it didn’t have the same immediate effect as before, he started to move. Power pulsed in her veins and she wanted to push him further.

“Crawl!”

His rusty eyes burned with venom, but he complied.

Slow, mechanical movements. His gaze dropped to the floor, his hands and knees moving in careful succession toward her feet.

When he reached her, he settled back onto his heels, chest heaving, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

He reminded Adria of a newly caged tiger.

There was no doubt—if given the chance, Bryson would kill her.

She needed to be careful. She needed to ensure his bars were secure.

Adria pressed her toe into the floor, triggering a mechanism beneath the boards. A switch clicked, and a metal eye hook rotated into place.

Eric stepped forward, handing her a pair of cuffs.

She didn’t rush. The cold metal clicked softly as she curled her fingers around each of his wrists, fastening them behind his back.

Adria could feel his breath, warm and steady, as she leaned over him, securing his cuffs to the floor.

He was helpless now.

But the fire in his eyes told a different story.

Something stirred deep inside her at the sight of him, restrained and glaring, barely hanging on to control.

She wanted to hurt him. Wanted to break him.

But there was more to it than that.

Something coiled low in her stomach. Something unfamiliar. Something she didn’twantto name.

She pushed the thought aside, stepping back to distance herself from Bryson, shifting her attention to Seth.

“Come here,” she said, locking eyes with him.

Seth’s sharp blue gaze flickered between her and Bryson.

The care he held for him was obvious. Impossible to ignore.

But there would only be one Dominant in this house.

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