Page 34 of Bound By Revenge

His breath hitches, and his fingers dig into my skin. “Fucking stop,” he snaps, his grip tightening as if he’s about to throw me off.

“No,” I cry, barely able to form the words. “Please, Nik. No. Let me come.Makeme come.”

He groans, his head dropping to my shoulder as I move against him again, faster, harder. “I'm insane,” he mutters, his breath hot and uneven. “Completely fucking insane.”

“Fuck,” he rasps, his breath hot against my neck as his hands grip my waist, as though he’s trying to steady me—or himself.

I tilt my hips, rubbing against him just right, and he lets out a sharp, guttural groan that vibrates through me. His resistance is crumbling.

I keep going, and after a moment, his control shatters. His hips snap forward, grinding against me with rough, jerkymovements. His hands grip my thighs so tightly I’m sure I’ll bruise, and his breathing grows erratic, every sound he makes raw and guttural. I can tell he’s trying to hold back, trying not to lose control, but his breathing is uneven, ragged, and I know he’s hanging by a thread.

“Fuck you,” he growls, his voice raw, but his movements only grow more frantic. “You don’t—fuck—you don’t know when to stop, do you?”

I don’t hold back. The pressure builds and builds until I come apart, the pleasure hitting me like a wave. My thighs tighten around him as I cry out, my whole body trembling.

That’s all it takes to break him.

“Goddamn it,” he growls, his movements faltering as I come undone around him. "God. Fucking. Damn. It." Then it happens. His body shudders, stiffening against me. He groans—a low, frustrated sound that vibrates through my chest—and I feel him lose it completely. His hips jerk once, twice, and then he stills, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.

For a moment, he’s utterly rigid, his hands gripping my thighs with bruising force, and there’s nothing but the sound of our breathing, harsh and uneven.

Then it’s over.

He pulls away abruptly, his hands dropping as if my skin burns him. His face is stone-cold, his dark eyes blazing with something that makes my stomach drop.

“Shit,” he mutters, his voice tight and furious. He runs a hand through his hair, pacing a step away before turning back to glare at me. His words are tinged with irritation, and I can see the flicker of embarrassment in his dark eyes. But I don’t see why he should feel embarrassed. Not even a little.

"Oh my gosh, you'resointo me." I’m still catching my breath, watching him. My heart is pounding, my body still humming with the aftershocks. “That was…” I pause, my lips curving intoa slow, satisfied smile. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

He scowls, running a hand through his already-messy hair, his lips pressing into a thin line.

I open my mouth to say something, but the words catch in my throat.

“You,” he spits, his voice venomous. “You’re a goddamn menace.”

Then his expression darkens, his lips curling into a sneer. “You’ve ruined me.”

“What?” I whisper, my heart thudding painfully in my chest.

“You heard me.” His lip curls as he steps closer, towering over me, his voice like ice. “You’ve fucking ruined me.”

“Nik, I—” I start, but he cuts me off with a sharp, bitter laugh.

“Don’t,” he snaps, his eyes narrowing. “I don’t want to hear a goddamn word from you.”

I shrink back, my pulse hammering in my ears. This isn’t the usual hate-laced banter. This feels… different. Colder. Darker.

He moves closer, his gaze cutting into me. “I don’t know why I let things get this far, but it ends now.”

I blink, the weight of his words sinking in, and for the first time, a flicker of uncertainty stirs in my chest. “Okay, listen?—”

“No. You don’t get to talk. You’ve pushed every button I have. Lied to me. Stolen from me. And still, I let it slide. Still, Iwantedyou.” He exhales heavily, his eyes darting away like he can’t bear to look at me. “Not anymore. This is how it’s going to be now. You work for me. You follow my rules. My orders. No more games. You do what I say, when I say it, without question. Do you understand me?”

The room feels smaller, suffocating, his words pressing down on me like a physical weight. My lips part, but no sound comes out, as my shock evaporates and anger starts to fester inside me. I just nod, not trusting myself to speak.

“Say it,” he demands, his tone cold and final. “Say you understand.”

“I understand,” I bite out, barely able to force the words out.

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