Page 8 of Bound

Yes, I need this. This is my night.

His eyes glinted, sparking with carnal hunger. Throwing his head forward, his lips found my neck, teeth nibbling and nipping at my skin.

It stung, forcing me to inhale a sharp breath as the sensation floated down my chest, making my pussy pulse. The pain was subtle but arousing, twisting the sharp pinch into a desire that made my clit throb.

Closing my eyes, I laid my head against the wall and moaned. His hard cock pushed against my sex as he gyrated his hips and rubbed my clit.

The dress slinked up my thighs, leaving my panties as the only barrier between us. All he had to do was push them to the side and he'd have full access to my most delicate part.

I didn't know why, but the thought of that made me hotter, it turned me on in a way that made me feel dirty. And I loved it.

“Take me,” I moaned, pushing the words out on thin air. I could barely think straight anymore, and was lucky to even find the words I wanted to use.

The man growled, snatching my wrists from behind his neck, and forcing them up over my head. Suspended in the air, with my legs around his waist and my wrists captured in one of his hands, he started to unzip his pants.

The metal teeth bit the air, causing my heart to slam around inside my chest and my lungs to hold still. I was ready, I was needy, I was excited for him to feed the growing hunger I felt.

“Fuck, yes. I'm yours, take me.” Biting my lip, my lids hovered half open, seductively tempting him to do whatever he desired to me.

This was freedom, freedom from everything I wanted to escape. Tomorrow would be just another day, another repeat of the cycle I had been stuck in for so long.

But right then I wasn't me, and I didn't want to be.

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