Page 127 of Bound By Revenge

The words barely leave my mouth before Nik groans deeply, as though something inside him just broke. His mouth crashes into mine, a kiss so intense it feels like he’s trying to claim my soul. His lips are hot and demanding, his tongue sliding against mine with a ferocity that sends a shiver down my spine.

His hand knots in my hair, pulling my head back so he can deepen the kiss. The other hand clamps onto my hip, his fingers digging into the flesh as though he’s anchoring himself to me.

He lifts me like I weigh nothing, spinning us around before setting me down on the edge of his desk, the wood digging into the backs of my thighs. His hands grip my hips, spreading my legs as he steps between them, and I immediately hook my ankles around his waist, dragging him closer.

His lips leave mine, blazing a trail across my jaw, down my neck, and along my shoulders. Each kiss is open-mouthed and hungry, leaving a slick trail of heat on my skin. His hot breath fans over me, and the rough scrape of his stubble ignites every nerve he touches. Between kisses, his voice is low and hoarse, his words vibrating against my throat. “I don’t know what the fuck I did to deserve you, Kat, but thank God I did. Thank God.”

My chest tightens at the rawness in his voice. I grab his face, pulling his mouth back to mine, and kiss him hard, pouring everything I can’t say into it. My hands claw at his shoulders, my nails dragging down his back as I try to get closer, my body thrumming with need.

His hands are everywhere, roaming over my thighs, squeezing my hips, pulling me into him. My fingers fumble at his belt, yanking it open, the metal buckle clanging against the desk as I shove his zipper down, the rasp of metal loud in the charged silence.

His hand slides between us, his fingers shoving my underwear aside, and then he’s touching me. Hot, rough, and precise. The first stroke makes me gasp, my head falling back as a sharp jolt of pleasure courses through me. When he presses two fingers inside, my breath catches, and I bite down on his shoulder, hard, to stifle the cry clawing its way out of my throat.

“Fuck,” Nik growls against my neck, his voice low and strained. His fingers curl, stroking deep, dragging sharp bolts of pleasure through me that leave my legs shaking.

I tug him closer, my fingers wrapping around his thick, hot length. He hisses, his hips jerking involuntarily into my grip as I stroke him slowly. But when he starts to press inside, he moves deliberately, torturously slow, his gaze locked on mine.

I guide him to me, the blunt head pressing against my entrance, but he moves maddeningly slow, pushing just the tip inside. His eyes lock on mine, that familiar look of control blazing in his dark gaze, and I know exactly what he’s planning.

Not tonight.

I dig my heels into his ass and push my hips forward, taking him in one deep, desperate thrust.

Nik curses, his head dropping to my shoulder as his cock stretches me wide, filling me completely. The stretch burns, sharp and overwhelming, but I don’t care—I need all of it. I rake my nails down his back, leaving angry red marks that make him hiss through his teeth.

“You’re going to kill me,” he mutters, his voice shaking as he pulls back and thrusts into me again, harder this time.

I smirk up at him, leaning back on the desk, daring him to to do something about it.

His eyes flash, and then his mouth is on my neck. His lips trace down my neck, soft and deliberate, teasing me with wet, lingering kisses. His tongue flicks against the spot where my shoulder meets my neck, and my body arches into him, every nerve on fire.

Then he bites—sharp and deep, a possessive claim that sends a bolt of pleasure straight to my core.

I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as his hips snap forward, hard and unrelenting.The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room—skin slapping against skin, the rhythmic creak ofthe desk, the rough, guttural sounds spilling from his throat. I grip the edge of the desk, my body arching into him as he drags me closer to the edge with every thrust.

My world narrows to this—the heat of his body, the slick glide of his cock, the punishing rhythm of his hips. Each thrust sends shockwaves through me, building and building until I’m teetering on the edge, and I know I’ll gladly fall if it’s with him

“You’re mine, Kat,” he groans, his voice low and rough against my skin. His lips are trembling, his breath hot as he drags his mouth along my neck. His thrusts are deep, relentless, sending shockwaves through me with every snap of his hips. “I can’t lose you. I’ll never fucking let you go,kiska. Never. You hear me?”

I dig my nails into his back, feeling the muscles bunch and ripple under my hands. His body is so tense, so desperate. “Yeah, Nik. Yours. I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

The sound he makes in response is primal, almost a growl, vibrating deep in his chest. I feel it like a thunderclap, a raw, possessive energy that radiates from him into me. His hips grind into me harder, driving himself deeper, as if he’s trying to brand me from the inside.

“Say it again,” he rasps, his voice sharp as his lips crash into mine. The kiss is messy, all tongue and teeth, our breaths mingling in frantic gasps. His hands are everywhere—one gripping my hip so tightly I’ll probably bruise, the other sliding down between us.

His fingers find my clit, and I cry out against his mouth as he circles it with devastating precision. My body jolts, the sharp pleasure making my thighs tremble around his waist.

“Say it again,” he demands, his voice rougher this time. He breaks the kiss to look at me, his dark eyes wild, burning with possession. “I want to hear it. Look at me, Kat. Tell me who you belong to as you come for me.”

“Fuck,” I gasp, my head falling back, but his hand on my jaw pulls me forward.

“No,” he growls, his grip firm, his fingers squeezing just enough to make me open my eyes and meet his. “Look at me. Say it. I want those words in my fucking ears when you fall apart for me.”

His other hand moves to my breast, his fingers pinching my nipple hard enough to make me arch into him, pain and pleasure colliding in a way that makes my toes curl.

“Y-you,” I stammer, my voice breaking as I struggle to breathe. “I belong to you.”

“Damn right, you do,” he snarls, his thrusts picking up again, harder, faster, more brutal.

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