Page 90 of Bound By Her

“Don’t worry, your brother isn’t mad at you. He’s mad at me,” she said as she looked over at Bryson. “Isn’t that right, Brysey?”

He bristled at the pet name but nodded.

She tsked. “Don’t worry, Mommy knows how to handle it.”

She was going to teach this little shit a lesson.

Bryson rolled his eyes and walked over to the counter, bracing his hands on the edge.

Adria felt a surge of something foreign but familiar.

“What are you doing?” she asked innocently.

“What does it look like?”

She picked up his chair from the ground, positioning it in the center of the room. “It looks like you are asking for a paddling.”

When he didn’t answer, she continued, “If you are going to insist on being disrespectful, why would I give you something you clearly want?”

He growled but stood up, turning to face her.

“Pants off, sit in the chair.”

Bryson undid his belt, unbuttoning his pants, each movement punctuated with disdain.

Adria’s eyes traced the ink across his chest—a large moth below the collarbone, a female demon nestled beneath his right nipple.

His right arm was a canvas of Romanian colors, a full sleeve with a lynx as the focal piece.

He sat there, gold earrings swaying, hands draped lazily at his sides. His messy hair falling into his eyes, and Adriahatedthat it made her think of Cole.

Cole had worshipped her.

Adored her.

Her little angel.

Bryson was just as attractive as Cole—his features a perfect balance of masculine and feminine.

But unlike Cole, he was anything but obedient.

A devil, disguised as an angel.

“Sit up straight.”

He ignored her.

She let the silence stretch before speaking again.

“Stop eating.”

Forks hovered midair.

Kaydon froze, his utensil suspended halfway to his mouth.

“No one eats until Brysey completes his reprimand.”

Kaydon let out a sharp breath, slamming his fork onto the table.

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