Page 97 of Bound By Her

How is Seth? Kaydon?

The questions hung between them.

“Stand up.” Her voice was like fire over his body.

She was upset.

Well, she could join the club.

Bryson didn’t rush. He took his time standing.

She stalked toward him. Her movements controlled. Deliberate. There was ice in her eyes.

It surprised him.

Enough that he stepped back—involuntarily.

Another step.

And another.

Until his back hit the wall.

Still—she kept coming. Her normally curated bun had fallen apart. Black hair curling around her sharp features.

And for a moment—he was stuck beneath her gaze.

Bryson understood why men fell to their knees for her.

Frozen.

Trapped.

The crack of her backhand came before he even registered she had moved.

His head snapped sideways. The sting was sharp but shallow. More shock than pain.

Still, the blow drew blood.

He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, tasting metal.

“You hit like you Dom.”

His lip curled. “Half-ass.”

Her body slammed into his. Heat pouring from her, searing into his skin. Bryson didn’t like being this close to her. Didn’t like the way she fit against him.

Her knee pushed between his legs, spreading them—forcing him to straddle her against the wall. Her hand found him. Fingers wrapping tightly around his cock, squeezing, twisting his balls with precision. Pain shot up his spine.

He clenched his jaw—grinding his teeth.

He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

Then—Click.

To her right, a hidden door slid open.

Fuck.

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