Page 26 of Bound By Revenge

“Besides, it’s part of your cover,” I add, knowing it will trigger her curiosity.

She narrows her eyes. “What cover?”

I smile. “All in good time, Kat. For now, let’s get you out of these cuffs and get you something to eat.”

“You’re kidding me, right? You can’t just say I’ll be your prisoner for God knows how long and tell me it will all make sense eventually.”

“I had no idea you had such a flair for the dramatic. You’re not my prisoner. You’re working for me. As your boss, I get to make certain demands of you. I am, after all, compensating you very generously.”

“Is that right?”

“Absolutely. For starters, I’m sparing your life—and A.J.’s. And who knows? You might enjoy yourself. It’s a pretty nice place, if I do say so myself. And it’s not like you’re locked in here. You’re welcome to come and go as you wish. With an escort, of course. And as long as it doesn't interfere with my plans for you, obviously.”

“Oh, howgenerous,” she mutters.

“Glad you think so. Now, you can keep fighting with me and staychained to my beduntil you learn to appreciate my generosity, or you can be a good girl and do as you’re told. What are you going to do?”

Wordlessly, she holds out her cuffed arms in my direction.

My smile grows bigger. “That’s a good girl.” I reach down, key in hand, and unlock her cuffs. She stretches her arms and rubs her wrists dramatically.

Ignoring her theatrics, I reach down to free her ankles. Before she can react, I grip her foot and tug her toward me, pulling her across the bed. She lets out a yelp, and I look down at her. I kneel on the bed between her legs, and she gasps loudly.

“Everything okay?” I ask, feigning innocence.

She narrows her eyes and kicks at me. I catch her ankle before her foot connects with my face, sliding my hand up herleg, gripping her thigh firmly, eyes locked on hers as she glares at me.

I jerk her towards me, her ass meeting my thighs.

She starts to protest, then hesitates and bites her lip. She traces her lips with her fingers, then her foot moves down my shoulders, reaching for my cock straining in my pants. A frustrated groan escapes my lips.

She slowly runs her hands down her neck, over her breasts, and along the curve of her stomach, her fingers lingering on the smooth lines of her body before cupping herself between her legs. Her thighs spread wide, giving me an unobstructed view of her teasing.

A familiar, hazy sensation builds within me, a raw, unrelenting craving I can’t ignore. Just as I feel it about to consume me, she moans, her voice dripping with mock surrender.

“Ah, Nik…”

Her eyes glimmer with playful defiance, and that’s when I know.

She’s fucking with me.

A low, guttural growl rumbles from my chest, and it takes me a moment to realize it’s coming from me. The sound only fuels her smirk, that teasing curve of her lips daring me to lose control.

Not for long.

I grab her ankle and flip her over before she even has time to gasp. She lands flat on her stomach, her ass perfectly displayed and begging for my attention. Her skirt rides high enough to make my mouth water. My hand comes down on it in a sharp smack, the sound echoing through the room.

She freezes, stunned into silence for a single, blissful second. Then, she lets me have it, her voice slicing through the air like a whip.

“You son of a bitch! How dare you!” she screams, her fury blazing in her eyes as she twists beneath me.

I don’t say a word. Instead, I raise my hand and bring it down again—harder.

“Nikolai!” she yells, her voice shrill with outrage. “I’m going to kill you for this!”

“By all means, go ahead. Hit me with your best shot,” I murmur, my voice low and calm. “But not before I’m finished.”

Every scream, every curse earns another smack. Her defiance drives me, each strike harder than the last, until her protests dissolve into gasping breaths and her body trembles beneath mine.

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