Page 43 of Checks & Bonds

“No,” he growled. “You broke the rules. You’ll suffer the consequences. You need to learn who’s in charge.”

His fingers slid under my panties, and I gasped at the unexpected touch.

“Just as I suspected,” he said with a cruel smirk. “Wet.”

"Don't," I said firmly, my voice betraying the fear I tried to suppress.

My heart pounded not because of what he was about to do, but because of how I knew I would feel. My breath hitched as his fingers slid under my panties, sending a jolt through my body. We didn't break eye contact. His eyes bore into mine, challenging me to look away.

"I know this feels good, doesn't it?" His voice ghosted across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "You ready to show me how good?"

"Go fuck yourself," I snapped, the words coming out harsher than I intended.

His eyes flashed with something dark and dangerous. "Such a mouth on you," he said, his tone dripping with amusement and menace.

He continued to move his fingers with practiced precision, eliciting sensations I couldn't ignore. My body betrayed me, responding despite the turmoil in my mind. I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

Before I could reach my peak, he pulled away abruptly, leaving me on the edge of something both terrible and wonderful. The loss was sudden and sharp, a cruel reminder of the control he held over me.

With one hand, he slid down his sweatpants and pulled out his straining cock.

My eyes widened.

"I've been curious," he murmured, his voice low and filled with an edge I couldn't ignore. "To see how you would fit around me. If I would feel anything, knowing you didn't wait?—"

"Dan was my only?—"

"I don't give a flying fuck," he snapped, cutting me off. "You were mine. Youaremine. You were supposed to wait."

"You didn't wait," I fired back, the words escaping before I could stop them. "You didn't wait for me."

"Is that what you wanted?" he asked, his tone almost mocking. "Me to wait? So we can fumble around together? Of course not. I know how to please you. I know exactly what to do to make you fall apart."

"And I know how to do the same," I said, my voice trembling but resolute.

"No," he said, shaking his head slowly. "I was supposed to teach you. You took that from me."

He stroked himself before releasing my wrist and picking me up as if I weighed nothing. The look in his eyes was dark, filled with a mix of anger and something more primal. I could barely breathe, the intensity of the moment stealing all the air from my lungs.

“I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” he asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. His glare pierced through me, making it clear that this was a lesson he intended to teach thoroughly. “And maybe, for once in your spoiled life, you’ll fucking listen.”

Without another word, he slid into me. The sudden intrusion made me gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelming my senses. My body instinctively arched against him, a reaction I couldn’t control even if I wanted to. Every nerve ending seemed to come alive, each movement sending jolts through me that blurred the line between agony and ecstasy.

His hands gripped my hips with a bruising force as he moved inside me, setting a relentless pace that left no room for thought or resistance. Each thrust was a reminder of the power he held over me, both infuriating and intoxicating in equal measure. I could feel his breath hot against my skin, hear the ragged sound of it mingling with my own gasps.

“Do you feel that?” he demanded, his voice rough and demanding an answer I couldn’t form. “Do you understand now?”

I bit my lip to keep from crying out, my nails digging into his shoulders as I clung to him. The world narrowed down to just the two of us, every sensation magnified to an almost unbearable degree.

His eyes never left mine, holding me captive even as our bodies moved together in a punishing rhythm. There was noescape from the intensity of his gaze or the possessiveness in his touch.

I hated him for it—hated how he could make me feel so powerless and yet so utterly consumed by him at the same time. And somewhere deep inside, beneath the anger and fear, was a flicker of something else—a grudging acknowledgment that maybe this was exactly what I had needed to finally break free from the chains of my past.

But those thoughts were fleeting, drowned out by the raw physicality of what was happening between us. Each movement brought me closer to an edge I wasn’t sure I wanted to reach but couldn’t seem to avoid.

In that moment, nothing else mattered except the connection between us—the heat, the friction, the undeniable force that bound us together in a way words could never capture.

And for better or worse, I knew there would be no going back from this.

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