Page 93 of Unholy Bonds

“I’ve been doing it all on my own for a long time. I hate it when I’m not in control.”

He raised my palm and put it on his lips. “I’m not asking for the steering, Yara. I’m asking to be your first mate.”

“But you’re not made to be a first mate, Ryden. You like the steering wheel too much.” He sighed, shaking his head. “Let’s not talk about that. We both know that this”—I pointed between us, and he grabbed my finger in his hand with a low growl—“arrangement is only for sex.”

He bared his teeth, looking like he wanted to bite my head off for saying that. He pushed me further into the shelves, his eyes blazing with unsaid anger. “Sex.” Grunting, he rubbed his finger against me, making me moan. “You’re such a heartless bitch.” There was no heat in his words, but his eyes…

He tugged my hair with a growl.

“That mouth of yours, so sweet, and yet the words you say…” He pulled my hair again, looking straight into my eyes.

“You like my dirty mouth,” I said, stroking him.

“Yes, I do,” grunting, he pushed my hands above my head and held them there with one hand. His cock pressed against my stomach, and he continued to kiss my throat as if he couldn’t get enough of it, enough of me.

My whole body was made of pleasure nerves, and I felt his touch everywhere.

“I want you like nothing else I’ve ever wanted in my life.” His finger traced down my breast, and I moaned. Loud, shameless. Ryden’s eyes dilated, and he took a deep breath, as if he could smell the scent of my arousal in the air.

He pressed his hand against my breast, his fingers teasing my nipple, sending waves of pleasure straight to my pussy. It was almost impossible to stop myself from screaming. “Enough, Ryden. I want you.”

“Here?”

“Nobody’s coming. I locked the door,” I whispered, and his eyes gleamed in satisfaction.

“Want to play a game, then?” He lifted me and placed me down on my desk. Files spilled out of the desk when he made space for us, but I didn’t care.

“What game?”

“I’ll show you,” he said, pulling my panties down, before removing my dress until I was only in my bra and heels. He grabbed a scarf hanging on my chair and wrapped it around my eyes.

My heart thundered, and a soft sigh left my lips when his fingers circled my erect nipples, begging for his mouth. The sigh turned into a gasp when he removed my bra, and then his mouth was on me, suckling.

“Ryden?” I moaned when he pulled away from me, leaving me gasping for more. I heard him walk away from me. “What are you…” My words died when I felt the block of ice on my nipple. He must have taken it from my refrigerator. I screamed, and he laughed, his voice smug. The bastard was enjoying this.

“Do you love it?”

I nodded. “Yes.” His icy fingers went to my pussy, and I jerked back. “Do you love this?”

He’ll kill me. But I’ll die a very satisfied woman.

He bit my ear. “You’re perfect, Yara West. I love how your body reacts to me.” He kissed the side of my neck, my shoulder, the side of my breast. I felt everything tenfold now that I couldn’t see. The way his hands possessively rubbed over my body, the way his mouth was hot and fast and hard. This man was so fucking good at making my body dance to his erotic music.

It was slow, torturous. I wanted it to be fast and hard.

“Ryden…” I begged. But there was no sound. What was he looking for now? What would he do now?

“Ah!” His voice was victorious when he found whatever he was looking for.

“What?”

“I knew it. You carry it around in your purse. Your little toy.” I groaned when he walked closer to me. “Lie down,” he ordered. “Lie down, and do as I say, my dirty whore.” My lips parted as he thrust the vibrator inside my pussy. “Touch your breasts.” My hands went to my breasts, and he moaned. “Pinch those greedy nipples. Yes. Just like that. My good fucking girl.”

I trembled. The darkness in his voice caressed my skin. The speed of the vibrator increased, and he rubbed his fingers against my clit.

“Do you want to come, darling?”

I sobbed. I couldn’t form any words. My mind was empty.

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