Page 65 of Bound By Revenge

She’s a vision—on her knees before me, completely naked, utterly beautiful, and absolutely wrecking me with her mouth. My gaze drops lower, and I realize her other hand is buried between her legs, shamelessly rubbing herself.

“Stop,” I order, my voice rough with strained control. “You don't touch that pussy without my permission. It’s mine, Kat. OnlyItake care of what’s mine.” My tone sharpens. “The only way you’re getting off tonight is on my thigh.”

She doesn’t listen—of course she doesn’t. Instead, she moans around my cock, the vibrations sending a shockwave through my body as her hand between her thighs works desperately. She takes me deeper, faster, and I let her.

“Kat,” I warn again, but it’s useless. I’ve already lost this battle. I’m too far gone to stop her, and she knows it. My hips jerk involuntarily, and I tell myself I’ll punish her later—again and again—all night long. For now, I can only grip the leather seat beneath me, helpless to the pleasure.

My eyes slide shut against my will, the sight of her too much to bear without spilling. “Kiska,” I groan, my breath hitching. “I’m close. Stop now if you don't want me coming in your mouth.”

I must've been a saint in a past life because she doesn’t stop. She doesn’t even hesitate. Instead, she takes me deeper, her lips and tongue working in perfect sync to obliterate every shred of control I thought I had left.

“Fuck, fuck,FUCK,” I gasp, my voice cracking as her tongue swirls around the crown of my cock, flicking in ways that unravel every thread of my sanity. “Is that what you want,kiska? To taste my cum? You’ve been such a good girl; you’ve earned it. I’ll give it to you—every single drop. Then you’re going to climb up here and sit on my face so I can lick every inch of that sweet little pussy. You’re going to ride my tongue until you’re dripping cum. I’ve been dying to taste you—losing my goddamn mind over it. Mercy,kiska—enough is enough.”

Her eyes darken at my words, the hunger in them matching my own. "Want a taste?" she whispers, stroking me with one hand while raising the other to show her glistening fingers, slick with her own arousal.

Leaning in, I grab her wrist and pull her fingers into my mouth, sucking on them as a groan escapes me. The taste of her on my tongue pushes me closer to the brink. She slowly sinks medeeper into her mouth, heartlessly torturing me—until I feel her throat.

A tortured growl rumbles from my chest. Somehow—God knows how—I find the strength to stop myself from coming, desperate to make this moment last longer. My fingers tighten in her hair, guiding her as she works me over with maddening precision, pushing me to the edge again and again.

This moment right here—it’s everything I’ve been dreaming of. Everything I thought was beyond my reach. No wonder I’m utterly helpless in her hands.

But then, suddenly, she releases me completely. The absence of her touch is almost unbearable. Disorienting. Still on her knees, she straightens, leaning over my lap to blow a teasing stream of air over my wet length. Even the hand between her thighs slows, her movements deliberate and calculating.

“Nik,” she purrs, her voice like steel wrapped in silk, “Baby, I think it’s time we renegotiate the terms of our deal.”

Her words hit me like a slap.It can’t be.

I freeze, struggling to catch my breath. She planned this. All along, she's been manipulating me, toying with me—as I was out of my mind, crazy for her. I have no one to blame but myself. I saw the signs—her intentions were never hidden—but I let her in anyway.

I should’ve known better. I should’ve been smarter. Stronger. My blood runs cold as every painful lesson I’ve ever learned comes roaring back. This won’t happen again.

Fool me once…

I force myself to straighten, zipping up my pants and locking away every ounce of vulnerability I allowed her to see. My expression settles into a mask of indifference.

“Nik—” she says, her voice hesitant now, soft in a way that would’ve disarmed me earlier.

I can’t even look at her—the woman I couldn’t take my eyes off a moment ago.

Pathetic idiot. Lovesick fool.

The car comes to a stop, and I glance out the window, recognizing the familiar sight of my garage. Without a word to the bewitching, treacherous creature at my feet, I open the door and step out.

The slam of the door behind me echoes in the quiet night.

And I don’t look back.

Chapter 27

Kat

People sayeverything looks better in the morning.

Liars, all of them.

When Nik stormed off last night, leaving me naked and alone in the car, clarity hit me like a slap. I needed to rethink everything about our situation.

I slipped back into my dress and returned to the penthouse. He was nowhere to be found.

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