Page 7 of Bound to a Monster

All my triggers pull. Explosions go off in my brain. This is the moment I wanted when I left the house earlier, and now that it’s here, I can barely control myself.

He holds out a hand.

I stare at it, and there’s another crossroad.

Turn him down and go back to my life unchanged, no different than I was before. I’ll follow my father’s orders and marry a stranger like a good girl should.

Or go with Step and really become someone else.

This moment, right here, is why I came out tonight.

Because if I had kept going the way I was going, if I had just followed my father’s orders, then I never would have experienced something like this.

The sheer elation. The mortification, the embarrassment. My heart racing into my chest and the strange, tingling excitement between my legs.

The nervous fear mingling with pure lust.

“Where do you live?” I ask him, breathless and not sure how this is supposed to work.

“Not far.” He steps closer. One of his hands rests lightly on my hip. There’s that charming smile again, but this time, it’s laced with something else. “If you follow me home, I’m going to put you to work. I want your legs spread and that vibrator rubbing up against your slick clit. I want to watch you come before I’ll even touch you. Can you do that for me, little fencer?”

Holy shit.

Nobody hasevertalked to me like that before.

Good little Carmie? Not a chance. Most men are terrified of my family, much less ballsy enough to say something likethat.

“I think so,” I whisper, more turned on than I’ve ever been before. A part of me wonders if I should tell him how inexperienced I am. I’ve barely kissed a handful of men and been felt up and awkwardly fondled by a couple of them, but nothing more than that.

Nothing like…this.

“That’s a good girl.” His other hand touches my other hip. He moves them around and pulls me lightly against him. My heart’s racing as my hands push into his muscular chest. I feel his pulse: completely steady.

Like he’s in control right now.

“How do we, uh, you know.” I clear my throat, feeling awkward and lost. “How do we do this?”

His smile is like liquid honey as he dips his mouth down toward mine.

“I think we’ll start here.”

Then he kisses me.

Lightly at first. Probing and confident. Like he’s testing to see how I’ll react.

And god, it tastes so fucking good.

I react by losing my mind.

I press myself tighter to him, sealing his mouth with mine. His lips part and his tongue invades my mouth, and he releases a sinful groan of surprise as the kiss turns from nice to searing hot in seconds. I melt against him as his taste floods me: whiskey and mint like a terrible secret.

A car rolls past. Someone shouts from the direction of the club. I’m only vaguely aware of the city around us. I’m too lost in this man as his hands possessively grip my ass and I find myself grinding in against him. It’s the sort of kiss I’ve never really had before in my life. All the men I’ve kissed before this one have been nervous and too gentle.

There’s nothing soft about Step.

He dominates me with this entire body. He runs a hand through my hair and grips it as he bites my lower lip. He peppers my neck with kisses right there on the sidewalk like he doesn’t give a damn if anyone walks past. He stares down into my eyes and I stare back at the most handsome, god-like man I’ve ever seen in my life.

“I’m going to take you home now,” he whispers, his other thumb brushing across my cheek. He pushes it into my mouth and I suck it, whimpering in surprise at how much it turns me on. “When we reach my house, I’m going to take you to my room. Then I’m going to strip off your clothes, put you on my bed, and stroke my cock while you get yourself off. When you’re right on the edge and moaning for more, you’ll suck my thick dick with those beautiful lips as you climax. Then I’ll fuck you and use you however I please until tomorrow morning. Do you understand me, little fencer? Now is your chance to back out.”

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