Page 34 of Captive Prize

Zoya was always going to fight and would not be easily tamed.

Breaking this little wildcat was going to be fun.

It only took me a second to unlock the shackles around her ankles, and when I removed the ones around her wrists, I expected her to lash out and slap me.

She didn’t.

Instead, her survival instincts kicked in and her hands went to the belt around her throat, clawing at it, trying to rip it free.

I pulled on it, forcing her to her feet. Still, she didn’t lash out at me.

I led her around to the other side of the room where there was a small wooden desk that was just the right height, placed near the fireplace.

Not close enough to feel the heat from the flames, but close enough that the warm firelight flickered and danced over her.

Then I bent her over the desk, pressing her down until her ass was in the air, just like it had been in her office.

Fuck me, this was a sight I would never tire of.

Her fighting me, heat and anger coming off her body hot enough to burn, and her tight round ass in the air just begging for my attention.

Who was I to turn down such an inviting offer?

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to sink my teeth into the round muscle or get down on my knees and worship the cunt that I knew was wet and aching for me. Or did I just want to mark her?

So many options, so little time.

I bet her pale skin would glow under my attention, together with the firelight. Red stripes lining those perfect curves, the blush of my handprint, telling the world this was mine. I craved it more than I had craved anything in my life.

Would the bite of my hand be enough to tame her? I hoped not.

But there was only one way to find out.

I grabbed the back of her black pants and ripped the silky material down, exposing her white lace panties. As I pushed her shirt up, revealing more of her skin, I ran my fingers from the top of her spine down to the small of her back.

She tried to suppress a shiver, but couldn’t hide it, her back arching into my hand. I gave the leather belt around her neck a little tug when she struggled against my touch.

Her back arched harder, this time not in pleasure but in defiance.

“You fight like a wild thing,printsessa,” I said, not bothering to hide the dark amusement and desire radiating through me.

“And you handle me like a man who doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing,” she shot back.

Her anger made my cock throb. I wondered if the rage heating her face made her cunt just as hot.

Taming her was going to be the most challenging thing I had ever done, and I was looking forward to every second of it.

Her audacity, and that smart mouth of hers, were going to get her into trouble. I couldn’t wait to test her limits and push her so far past them they were barely a distant memory.

I yanked the belt again, forcing her to bend backward, her ass pressing against my cock as her back pressed to my chest.

She still fought, every thrash giving me more delicious friction against my cock.

She pressed against me harder, as if she could push me away, her fingers back on the belt, pulling at it.

She was testing me, teasing me, daring me.

I certainly wouldn’t let that challenge go unanswered.

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