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I nod frantically, overcome with excitement and anticipation. He spears into me with one powerful thrust, and I cry out in pure ecstasy. My hands are still bound by the cuffs above me, but I barely notice them now.

“Goddamnit,” Isaac growls as he starts moving inside me, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. “You're so fucking tight.”

I can’t form words; all I can do is moan and gasp as he takes me apart piece by piece. His hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me closer with each movement. The sensation is overwhelming in the best way possible.

“You like that?” he asks, voice rough with desire.

“Yes,” I manage to gasp out between moans. “Don’t stop.”

“Not a fucking chance,” he replies with a wicked grin.

“Are your wrists hurting you?” Isaac asks, his breath hot against my ear.

“Yes, but it’s a good pain,” I gasp. “Don’t fucking stop.”

A grin spreads across his face as he wraps my legs around him and continues thrusting, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me. He reaches up to unhook the wrist restraints, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Hold on tight,” he growls.

With my hands free, I grab his shoulders as he walks backward and sits down in the chair, never breaking our connection. The shift in position sends a new thrill throughme. I tighten my legs around him, grinding against him with newfound fervor.

“Fucking mark me, Tatum,” he commands, voice rough and demanding. “Fucking brand me. Take it out on me.”

His words ignite something primal inside me. I dig my nails into his back, dragging them down hard enough to leave marks. He hisses in pleasure, arching into my touch.

“Yes,” he groans. “Just like that.”

Fueled by his reaction, I grab a fistful of his hair with one hand while the other continues to scratch and claw at his back. His eyes roll back in pleasure as I start bouncing up and down on his dick with renewed intensity.

“Fuck yes, baby,” he praises, leaning back with his hands behind his head. “That’s it. Such a fucking bad girl.”

The sight of him sprawled out beneath me, completely at my mercy, drives me wild. I ride him harder, faster, relishing the power I have over him in this moment.

“Fuck,” I moan as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak.

“Don’t hold back,” he urges. “Let go.”

His pace quickens, driving into me relentlessly. The intensity builds again, that familiar pressure coiling tighter and tighter within me. This time, there’s no stopping it.

“Isaac!” I scream as the orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave.

“Fuck yeah baby,” he growls through gritted teeth as he follows me over the edge, our bodies moving together in perfect sync.

For a moment, everything else fades away—the shitty marriage, the dangerous game we’re playing—and all that exists is this raw connection between us.

As we both come down from the high, Isaac leans in close and whispers against my ear. “Now are you ready for your film debut?”

"Are you talking about my ransom video or are we about to make a porno because I feel like that would be a killer fucking debut?

Isaac starts laughing, and damn, I love the sound of his deep laugh. It’s like gravel and velvet mixed together. He’s still holding me, but he pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes.

“Get dressed, baby. You’ve got a ransom video to film,” he says, a wicked grin playing on his lips.

He hands me my clothes, the torn shirt and jeans that now seem more like props than actual attire. I take them from him and can’t help but think this is the fucking life. Who knew being kidnapped could be so... liberating?

Chapter 36

Dominic

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