Page 64 of Bound By Revenge

She yanks my hair, hard, and I groan, the line between pain and pleasure blurring into something recklessly addictive. “If you don’t like my teasing,” she breathes, her lips trailing down my neck, “then why are you moaning?”

“I’m a man, Kat—I groaned, not moaned. And I’m already dying to fuck you,” I growl against her skin, my lips brushing the delicate line of her collarbone. “Don’t push me.”

“Then fuck me,” she whispers into my ear, her teeth grazing my lobe, her words igniting every nerve in my body. “I want you. I need you—with me, on me, and in me.”

A sound escapes me, something between a snarl and a tortured groan, and I grab her red silk dress, yanking it over her head in one fluid motion. The moment I see her fully exposed on top of me, the sight nearly unmans me.

Her gorgeous breasts are bare, her dusky pink nipples taut and begging for my attention. Her mouthwatering curves are almost completely on display, save for the flimsy scrap of silver silk covering her between her legs. The tiny, sparkling crystalstraps of her maddening excuse for underwear catch the dim light, making her look even more enthralling and hypnotic.

She doesn’t flinch under my gaze. If anything, she leans into it, arching her back as she rests her hands on my knees and spreads her legs, inviting my scrutiny.

I drag my eyes to her face, and something in my chest tightens painfully. The look in her eyes—a mixture of raw desire and absolute satisfaction—is enough to undo me completely.

“Like what you see?” she asks, her voice low and teasing. Her hands trail languidly from her stomach to her chest, cupping her breasts with deliberate slowness. She rotates her hips over my painfully hard erection, her every movement calculated to drive me closer to madness.

“You know I do,” I rasp, grabbing her hair and wrapping it tightly around my fist. My free hand slides along the edges of her silk thong, tracing her skin before cupping her firmly through the thin fabric. I pull her face close to mine, our breaths mingling.

“You’re mine to touch. No one else’s,” I growl, my voice rough with need. The image of her in another man’s arms burns in my mind, igniting the need to remind her who she belongs to, and I tighten my grip on her. “Say it.”

Her lips curve into a sultry smile as she whispers, “No one else’s, Nik.”

“Good girl,” I murmur, my mouth brushing against the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. I press a wet, lingering kiss there, savoring the way her body responds to my touch.

"I need you to fuck me hard—hard enough to make me forget all men but you." Her breathless plea sends a jolt through me, straight to my cock. I grab her silk thong, tearing it away in one swift motion. She gasps, her eyes widening, the sound a heady mix of shock and desire. “Fuck, yeah. Please, Nik…”

I don’t need to be told twice. My hand cups her, fingers sliding between her wet lips. She’s warm and soaked, drenching my fingers as I groan against her neck, biting her soft skin, desperate to taste her.

“Nik,” she pants. The sound of my name coming from her lips as I finger her wet pussy almost breaks me in two. My thumb circles her swollen clit, slow and deliberate, while my lips find her taut nipples. I suck on them, teasing with my tongue, as she presses her hips down hard—against my hand, against my cock. Even through the thick fabric of my clothes, her heat sears me, and I almost come in my pants.

“Kiska,” I groan, my voice rough against her chest. “You’re so wet. Come here. I need to feel you around me.”

“Yes. Do it,” she demands, her voice ragged. “Fuck me. Now.”

With my free hand, I slap her ass once, the sharp crack echoing in the air as I tease her entrance with the tip of my fingers. "Watch it," I whisper against her lips. “You know better than to speak to me like that. Want to try that again?”

“Nik,” she gasps, her hands framing my face as her lips hover inches from mine. “Please fuck me. Hard. Please, Nik. Pretty please, with a cherry on top.”

A growl rumbles deep in my chest as I grab her hips, but instead of giving her what she wants, I push her off me. She stumbles slightly, landing on the seat, her expression a mix of frustration and arousal. “Bad girl,” I say, my voice laced with warning. “You’re in trouble now. On your knees.”

Her eyes widen, surprise flickering before mischief takes over. "Are you going to spank me again?" she breathes, dropping to her knees between my legs.

“No,” I reply, unbuckling my belt with deliberate slowness. “There’s no point. You’d enjoy it far too much.”

Realization dawns in her expression, her pupils dilating as her gaze drops to the growing bulge in my pants. “Oh,” she whispers, her breath hitching.

“My thoughts exactly,” I say as I free my painfully hard cock from the confines of my boxers. Wrapping her hair around my fist again, I tug her closer. My voice drops to a growl as I command, “Now, come here and take your punishment like a good girl.”

And God help me, looking up at me through those thick lashes, she does.

She tentatively flicks her tongue over the head of my cock, her eyes never leaving mine. The sight alone is almost too much, and a tortured sound rumbles deep in my chest.

“Kat,” I groan. Or beg. I don’t even know anymore.

In one fluid motion, she takes me into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around me as she sucks me in deeper, inch by inch. With no hint of hesitation, she works her way down my length. Gazing up at me, she bobs her head up and down in a mind-bending pace, bringing me too close to the edge far too soon.

“Good girl,” I murmur, though the words sound more like a sigh of surrender. “Good, good girl.”

Her eyes water as she takes me deeper, testing her limits, and the sight is enough to make my vision blur. Her hand wraps firmly around my base, matching the rhythm of her mouth, and I know I’m a lost man.

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