Page 74 of Bound By Revenge

She nibbles her bottom lip, but the smile lingers, playful and infuriating. “Time is relative,” she says, shifting to sit up in bed. The movement draws my attention to the way her soft cotton tee stretches over her breasts, the outline of her hard nipples unmistakable through the thin fabric. "If you ask me, it’s been too long. Forever, some might say. My memory isn’t what it used to be. I think I could use a refresher.”

"You make a compelling argument,” I say, exhaling slowly as I force a facade of nonchalance, leaning back and crossing my arms as though we’re negotiating a business deal. “But here’s the thing—this dynamic we have? I've been told it’s a bit... skewed in my favor. Apparently, that’s a problem.”

I pause deliberately, letting the words hang in the air as her gaze sharpens.

“So, as much as I’d love to give you that refresher,” I continue, my voice dropping an octave, “it wouldn’t be fair... unless you were willing to do the same for me. You know, in the spirit of equality.”

She grins wide this time, her eyes glinting with mischief—bright enough to outshine the stars. “I can’t believe you just told meyou’ll only show me yours if I show you mine. But fair’s fair, I guess.”

Her voice dips, playful but laced with a darker edge as her fingers hook around the elastic band of her shorts. She tugs them down slightly, revealing a sliver of smooth skin just above her hip. “Ladies first, I’m guessing?”

“Don’t let me stop you,” I murmur, my tone dropping to match hers. “Unless you’d prefer we go at the same time... on the count of three.”

Her lips quirk into another smile, slow and deliberate. My words barely settle before her t-shirt flies through the air,smacking me in the face. Her scent clings to the fabric, heady and intoxicating, and by the time I toss it aside, she’s already on her knees.

Completely naked.

The sight knocks the breath from my lungs.

She leans back slightly, propping herself up on her hands, her legs spreading just enough to drive me to the brink of madness.

A low, guttural sound escapes me, unbidden. She doesn’t flinch under my stare—no, she revels in it. Her eyes glitter with triumph, her body arching just slightly, daring me to lose control.

“Are you going to hold up your end of the deal?” she asks, her voice a sultry tease as she spreads her legs wider. My brain short-circuits. “Or do I have to come over there and make you?”

“I’m a man of my word,” I say, my voice rough, almost unrecognizable as I reach for the button of my jeans. My fingers work the zipper with deliberate slowness. “But don’t give me any ideas.”

Her smile deepens, turning downright sinful as I free my painfully hard cock from the confines of my boxers. My hand wraps around the base, stroking myself with a measured pace. My gaze locks with hers as I rasp, “Let me see you touch yourself. Show me how you make yourself come.”

Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t hesitate. Her hand glides over her stomach, fingers trailing up to cup her breast. She pinches her nipple slowly, her hips rolling against the mattress as her free hand moves lower, brushing over the soft skin between her thighs.

My breath catches as her fingers dip lower, spreading herself open, her slickness glistening in the dim light. When her fingers circle her swollen clit, I groan, my grip tightening on my cock as my strokes quicken in time with hers.

“Nik,” she pants, her voice shaky, and it’s the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard.

“Kat,” I groan, my voice thick and rough. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. Do you even know what you do to me? Look at how wet you are.”

“Because of you,” she moans, her voice ragged and broken. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Her fingers slip inside herself, tentative at first, her gaze locked on mine. A tortured sound rumbles in my chest as I watch her, my hand tightening on my cock as I struggle to match her rhythm.

“Kat,” I rasp, the word barely more than a plea.

In one smooth motion, she slides another finger in, her hips lifting off the bed as she rocks against her hand. My control frays, my strokes growing uneven as I watch her, completely enraptured.

“You’re such a good girl,” I groan, my hand moving faster as I chase release.

Her lashes flutter as her fingers work her clit, her movements growing more frantic. I’m seconds away from losing it, the sight of her tipping me closer and closer to the edge.

“Slow down,” I order, my voice rough and trembling with strained control. “You don’t come without my permission. That pussy belongs to me.Youbelong to me.”

But, of course, she doesn’t listen. She never does. Her moans grow louder, her hips grinding against her hand as her body chases release.

“Kat,” I warn again, but it’s pointless. My own hips jerk involuntarily, my breath ragged, and I tell myself I’ll deal with her later.

“Kiska,” I groan, the word dragging out of me as my breath hitches. “I'm close. Come here. Let me kiss you. I want your taste on my tongue when I come.”

She doesn’t even hesitate. The second the words leave my mouth, she’s on the move, almost crashing into me. My hands go to her waist, ready to pull her to sit on my face, but she’s quicker.

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