Page 9 of Bound By Revenge

Keeping my right hand on the back of her neck, I run my left hand down the silky skin of her back until it settles on her shapely backside. I grab it right away and pull her close as we head to the backroom.

She doesn’t protest. Instead, she tightens her grip around my neck, holding me closer. I want to drown in her kiss and her scent. She smells amazing, like freesias and bitter oranges. Like the woman in my arms, it's addictive, sexy, and hypnotic.

I don't care who’s watching as I kiss her from her mouth to her ear. I give it a kiss then bite her earlobe, maybe a bit too hard. She muffles a moan, but a deep sigh still escapes from her lips. Her intoxicating perfume clouds my mind as I brush my lips against her neck.

I open the door to the empty room while still holding onto her, then I quickly kick the door closed as we stumble in.

In the dimly lit room, the only source of light comes from the floor-to-ceiling glass wall near the entrance. The space looks like it has been used as an impromptu office, with papers left on the desk. Extra chairs are stacked against the far wall, with a filing cabinet and a bookshelf beside them. Positioned a couple of inches from the glass panels, there’s a sturdy writing desk accompanied by a slightly worn armchair.

When I first laid eyes on her, I envisioned taking her on silken sheets in a setting more conducive to romance. This room isn't ideal, but it’ll work. I'll find a way to make it up to her.

Luckily, she doesn't seem to care. She doesn't object when I pull her closer and start kissing her again. My hand glides over her exposed skin, traveling down her back to her hip and then her thigh.

With her chest pressed against mine, she moves in sync with me, allowing my hands to explore her upper body. I run my hand up her leg, the movement deliberate and slow, until my fingers reach her delicate rib cage.

My thumb brushes against her nipple through the fabric of her dress as I lean in to kiss her neck once more. Her moan fills me with overwhelming satisfaction as I pinch the hardened peak.

Torn between nipping or sucking her velvety neck, I shower her skin with open-mouthed kisses. I must claim her, make her mine.It's a disconcerting discovery. I have no idea where these strange urges are coming from, but I can’t bring myself to care right now. The touch of her skin, the warmth of her body—that’s all that matters.

All night, I've watched her from afar, dreaming about what it would be like to be close to her. My wildest fantasies couldn't have conjured the combination of her sweetness and the intoxicating effect of her scent, which makes me feel like I've inhaled a fifth of vodka in a flash. Now she's as sweet and tame as a kitten in my arms, completely under my control.

I cup her breasts and massage her flesh, rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she pulls me closer. She stretches out her other hand to rub my cock over my pants, and I find myself growling like a madman against the softness of her skin.

I impatiently hook a finger over the edge of her dress neckline. I need to see her. Anticipation makes me shudder like a schoolboy, dying to suck on the delicate skin of her chest.

“Nik, wait," she whispers, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.

My lips tremble against her collarbone. “Mmm…”

“Let me touch you…”

I push against her hand, which is covering my cock, and she gently squeezes it. A groan involuntarily escapes my lips.

“Touch me,kiska.I’m all yours.”

I tug at her dress, eager to see her. A pink nipple peeks out from her neckline. Unable to resist the temptation, I dip my head and give it a lick.

“Nik,” she whispers, her voice trembling, "I need to touch you right this second."

She shoves hard against my chest, sending me crashing into the armchair I'd noticed before.

Before me, she stands, initially breathless, until a barely noticeable change washes over her. It was so quick, I could have easily blinked and missed it. Taking a deep breath, she squares her shoulders. In a mesmerizing gesture, she glides her hands over her hips and stomach. Her hands, in one fluid motion, moved from her breasts, up her neck, and into her dark hair.

She waits until my distracted eyes meet hers. She smirks, her gaze locked on mine, before letting her hair down. It flows down her neck, covering her shoulders.

I want to reach out and pull her into my arms, but her captivating beauty paralyzes me, leaving me frozen in place. Afraid to break the spell, I wait for her next move.

She turns her back, then looks at me over her shoulder. With a wink, she lowers her dress. Finally, it pools at her feet.

My gaze lingers on every inch of skin she playfully exposes. My cock twitches when I register the sight of her black silk thong.

I grip the chair arms, fighting the urge to pull her close. Interrupting her now would be unthinkable.

She glances over her shoulder, then turns to face me, arms crossed over her chest. Her smile widens as she moves closer.

She places her high-heeled shoe between my legs, the sharp point dangerously close to my aching balls, and leans in. My breath catches when I spot the flash of red beneath the sole, the sight sending a jolt of heat through me. I spread my knees farther apart, my hand trailing down her leg to the delicate strap of her shoe. She shudders under my touch, her ragged breaths falling into the same uneven rhythm as my pulse.

“Leave them on,” I growl, my cock twitching at the sight. “I want to see them while I’m inside you.”

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