Page 31 of Untold Restraint

I shake my head. “No cameras down here, baby. This is where the bad shit happens. Can’t trust anyone with that kind of footage, when leverage is your bread and butter.”

“Good,” she whispers, before lifting her face to mine and kissing me long and hard. I pull back when my lip splits open again. She’s breathing hard, and when she licks my blood from her parted lips, my cock gets wildly overexcited considering the circumstances.

Mad at her, for making me fucking hard at a time like this, I hit her with a warning look.

She ignores it and starts unbuttoning my pants, glancing over her shoulder at the door.

“Kira. What the—”

She returns her gaze to me and grips my swollen cock in her hand, catching me in the act of being completely inappropriate.

“If you tell me to stop, I’m going to slap you again,” she says, and her eyes suggest she means it. “We’re going to fuck, Quin. You’re going to have me, before he can. If that man takes my virginity, he wins that round, too. Is that what you want? Because I specifically remember you sayingyou’dbe my first. That you’d claim my virgin pussy with your big fucking cock and fill me with cum to mark me as yours. Are you going to let him do it, instead? Or am I going to ride you while you’re tied down, just like you promised?”

I stare at her, uncomfortably turned on when I should look as utterly devastated as I feel. I blink away tears, and shake my head. “Kira.”

She throws some gauze onto my lap, to hide my erection, and goes to answer the door when Loosh knocks and calls out that he has the snacks.

A henchman whoknocks?

My brother is doing all he can to help us, bless his heart. I’m going to repay the favor one day. I’m going to get that big hairy fucker all the counseling he needs to be okay, and I’m going to be there for him when he crumples in a blubbering heap.

She shuts him out again and returns to me, to squeeze glucose sachets into my mouth, before knocking the gauze away from my cock and stroking my waning erection back to life.

“Kira…”

“Do you need me to slap you again?” Keeping her head down she rubs faster.

“Kira,lookat me,” I command. I wish I weren’t so fucking hard in her hand and that we were somewhere else — somewhere safe — and that I were in better shape and that I could make everything so much better for her. “I didn’t want it like this.”

Fierce as ever, she meets my gaze. “This is all we have.”

She wrenches down my dress slacks like a woman possessed, and my heart feels as if it’s going to burst from my chest.

Everything I wanted for her first time is ruined. I was going to take care of her so beautifully, laying the foundation forforever. “Kira, no. This isn’t—”

She slaps me so hard, I see stars in my swollen-shut eye. “Don’t delude yourself. This is how it is. I need you to do this. I need somewhere to escape to, when the time comes.Givethat to me, Quin. Use my body, before he does, and make it feel good. I’m begging.”

She sucks my cock into her mouth, and I grit my teeth. “Kira,fuck.”

My hips rock up of their own accord, shoving my cock to the back of her throat and making her gag. I strain in her hands, hating that I fucking loved how it felt and want to do it again even harder.

I’m too wired. Too emotional. But she doesn’t deserve the rage just because it needs an outlet.

I grit my teeth and force it down deep, where it can’t hurt her. “I’m so sorry.”

She slaps me hard, and I love that, too. It feels like she hates me, and that’s oddly comforting right now.

“No apologies. You do what you want to me. I’m yours, and I want every unfiltered thing you wrote in those letters. I love being your obsession, and you have no idea how badly I’ve craved you. I want it. All of it. You said we had to wait until I was eighteen, and here I am, all grown up and ready for you. Take me. Enjoy me. The more you do, the more we win. Don’t let him fucking break us, Quin. I’m not his; I’m yours. Make me fucking feel it. This may be your only chance.”

She sucks at my cock head, and I fuck into her mouth with a groan, understanding her demands clearly. I strain against my cuffs until they bite, and then I ram at her throat so hard, she has to back off and gasp for breath.

“Stop sucking my cock and take off your fucking panties,” I command when she stares at me with wild, round eyes. “Get naked. I want to see my girl.”

She closes her eyes, and her dark lashes shiver against her cheeks. When her beautiful gaze finds me again, she looks half-drunk with need.

Slowly, she undoes the one button keeping her shirt closed, slides her black underwear to the floor, and steps out of them as she lets the shirt fall from her shoulders.

I stare in awe, marveling at her every inch of perfection, but I scowl when I see the bruises around her wrists. “Come to me,” I rumble. “Hold out your wrists.”

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