Page 102 of Unholy Bonds

Moonlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, casting a silver glow around us. His lips became soft after a while, his hands wandering down my body, and then with another growl, he deepened the kiss, his eyes hungry for more, his heart pounding closer to mine.

Hot and fast, he kissed me like he would explode if he didn’t, if he couldn’t.

“I love the way you feel.” I groaned when he grazed his finger over my tightened nipple. “Do you like this pantsuit?”

“I love it.”

“Get out of it now, then,” he ordered, and my fingers almost trembled.

“Too slow, Red, too fucking slow,” he whispered, and before I could blink, I saw him slashing my beautiful, costly pantsuit in two with a small knife he pulled out of his pocket. The suit came apart in the middle, and my protest died down when he pressed his lips against my throat. “I’ll buy you a new one, Red,” he said, ripping the rest of the fabric off my body. “Mm… Oh God.” His voice was a soft, electric moan as he kneaded my breasts, his lips tasting me everywhere.

Stars floated behind my eyes, and my head spun from the pleasure slowly building inside me.

His eyes gleamed in hunger and lust. He looked wild, unrestrained, ready to claim his prey. Me. I was his prey, and I wanted nothing but to be his prey for tonight.

I wanted to submit to him. For once in my life, I wanted to do what he wanted me to do and not be in control. It was hard for me to let go, to allow someone to take the reins, but not with this man.

“Ryden, I want you to use me, mark me, ravage me.”

Groaning softly, he slammed me against the wall and lowered his head to the butterfly just above my right breast. I felt his teeth sinking into my skin, leaving his mark on me, over the tattoo.

A hand came to my breast, thumb grazing against my nipple before he bent down and took it between his lips.

“I need you out of your suit, as well,” I said, tugging at the tie. “I need to feel you.”

He pulled his shirt off, and even though I had seen him naked before, it still felt like a hit in my stomach when I saw him, when I saw how beautiful he was, how breathtakingly delicious.

I ran my hand up his chest, learning the curves of his muscles, pulling out a soft, broken growl from him. He was velvet and steel; he felt like a vice a woman couldn’t give up…

“I love those tattoos,” I whispered, running my nails along his spine.

“Oh, you love everything on my body,” he said, his voice gravelly and smug, as his fingers traced the inside of my thighs. “Where’s your room?”

“You already know it, Ryden.”

He chuckled darkly as we climbed the stairs, and I didn’t go into the master bedroom. I chose the one next to it. He kicked it open and pulled me in by my waist.

His eyes widened when he saw the room. There was a massive mirror opposite the bed, and there were some sex toys neatly arranged on top of the counter.

“Did he use these on you? The one we met at the club? Did he touch you like this?” Ryden’s voice came out in a low, threatening growl as he twisted my nipple between his fingers, his hold becoming a tightening grip.

I nodded, and Ryden’s eyes went dark. His animal was screaming. It was tangible, the anger. I licked my lips.

“Don’t let him touch you again, Yara,” he growled out in warning. “This body is mine until I say so. Your pussy is mine.” He grabbed the metal cuffs from the long table, twisting them between his fingers, his eyes a mask of threatening storm. “Answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he asked as he pulled me toward the bed and pushed me down on it.

“Yes, my body is yours.”

“I love it when you’re being so compliant,” he whispered as his eyes met mine in a dark, dangerous challenge as he swiped the handcuffs from the table. “What do you want me to do now?”

“Everything.” My breath came out in a sharp, soft gasp when he gripped my arm and pulled it up over my head, quickly cuffing me to the headboard. The cold metal made the heat in my body a million times brighter, stronger. I felt like a supernova, exploding at the seams. “Make me your whore for tonight, Ryden. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.”

“That was a mistake, you know, running away from you that night. I knew I couldn’t run for long.”

“I’m glad you came back.”

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