Page 59 of Bound to a Monster

“Your loss.” He places the foil back down. “You look good, you know.”

“Oh, yeah? With a red face and sweaty hair?”

“You look like you’re working hard.”

“The fact that you’re surprised is really pissing me off.” I slump down onto the bench press. “Did you come down here for a reason?”

“I was curious what you looked like when you were fencing.”

“Now you know.” I arch my eyebrows expectantly. “And you’re dismissed.”

He’s still looking at me with that cocky, charming grin though. Except there’s an edge to him now. “You wouldn’t denyhim, would you?”

A thrill runs into my core. I sit up a little straighter. “Who do you mean?”

“You know who.” His voice lowers. “If he came to you, I don’t think you’d deny him.”

I’m practically pulsing with the need to screamyes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He finally turns away. “Let’s find out then.” And when he walks out of the basement, I’m sitting there trembling with anticipation, frustrated that he can knock me off-balance so easily.

Chapter 23

Carmie

I’m wide awake when I finally force myself to get into bed. It’s past midnight. I’ve been sitting around in my gym clothes waiting for a masked man to show up at my door. Except that’s stupid, and he’s clearly not coming.

Time to give up. I crawl under the covers, but I’m still burning with adrenaline thinking about Lev in that fencer’s mask. And it’s only after I’ve basically decided that this isn’t going to happen when I finally hear the creak of footsteps in the hall.

My mind goes to filthy places. Lev pinning me down and fucking me violently. His hot breath on my back and neck as he plunges deep between my legs. The pure bliss of an orgasm ripping through my skin. His cock in my mouth as my spit rolls down his shaft.

When the door opens, I expect a mostly naked godlike creature.

Instead, it’s him, fully clothed in fencing gear.

“Get up, princess.”

I sit and stare, my mouth open. What the fuck is happening right now?

Lev tilts his head, but I can’t read his expression through the mask. He grabs my fencing gear from the floor and throws it at me.

“Get dressed,” he says.

“Are you serious?”

“Put it on.” There’s no question. His tone is pure demand.

I should tell him off. I’ve been waiting for this, and now he’s really trying to spar with me? But the competitive demon roars deep in my veins, and fuck it, fuck him, if he wants this, then I won’t hold back.

I get out of bed and snatch up my clothes. “Turn around.” He doesn’t move, though, and I don’t even know why I bothered.

I let him watch. Screw him to hell. I strip completely naked, pull on my sports bra and comfortable underwear, and drag on the fencing costume. He stands still the whole time, staring at my body as I do it. I’m blushing like crazy and feeling exposed, but my heart’s hammering in my chest and my hands are shaking, and I don’t know what’s going to happen from here.

But I do know I’m going to shred him.

I’m going to rip him to fuckingpieces.

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