Page 142 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

“I said,strip. You won’t like it if I have to do it myself,” I promise.

She grabs the hem of her crop top with shaking hands and pulls it over her head and off, revealing her gorgeous tits. They’re covered in fading bite marks and bruises of different colors from when I’d burst into her bathroom and fucked her on the counter before I’d had to leave for Korea.

Seeing them still on her skin does nothing to soothe me or dispel my anger, instead ramping my possessiveness further until it’s a destructive tornado with only her in my path.

I step around her to the chest of drawers, taking out what I need for what I have planned.

When I turn back around, her back is to me and she’s straightening after having removed her shorts. Perfect.

I close the gap between us and grip her arms, forcing them together behind her back.

“What are you doing?” She feels the metal then hears the handcuffs close around her wrists, trapping them uncomfortably behind her. “Phoenix, no.”

I flip her around to face me and grip her throat, squeezing it tightly between my fingers, reminding her who owns her.

“Why did you let him touch you?” I growl, menacingly.

“He’s just an old friend, nothing else.” She replies, her voice coaxing.

“I’m an old friend.” I growl dangerously, and my voice sounds warped even to my own ears. Unhinged and lethal and so terrifying that she swallows thickly against my palm. “I’m an old friend and you fuck me every day.”

“I wouldn’t,” she says, shaking her head repeatedly, “not with him. Not with anyone else. I missed you.”

I push her until she falls backwards onto the bed, a soft cry leaving her lips as she lands. My hand keeps her pinned to the mattress by her throat as I crawl over her.

“I was on the other side of the world and you didn’t wear your fucking ring. You let him touch you. You stood there while he had his arm around you. He probably thinks he has a chance; he’s probably out there thinking about how he’s going to fuck you tonight.” I snarl, “You think I’m just going to let that go?”

“I’m sorry,” she says, pleading.

“That’s not good enough.” I say, before releasing her and walking to the corner of the room.

I hear her contorting on the bed, trying to make herself comfortable with the way her wrists are bound at her back.

I pull the rolling cart and equipment with me over to the bed and pause as I loom over her.

All that bare, untouched skin stretched out on my bed, waiting for me. It’s enough to drive a man to madness.

“What are you doing with that?” She asks, fear tinting her words.

“Making sure you understand who the fuck you belong to. You and anyone you dare let put their hands on you after we’re done.”

“No, you ca–,” I cut her words off when I place a ball gag between her lips and silence her.

Her eyes widen and she tries to roll away from me, but I see the way her pupils are dilated, the way her chest moves up and down excitedly.

“I told you I’m the only one who gets to hurt you, remember? Well, this is going to hurt just a little, but what comes next is going to hurt a lot more.”

She thrashes her legs and I grab them, pining one with my hips and the other with my arm as I rip her panties off in one clean motion.

I can’t help but dive in for a taste, having been away from her pussy for far too long.

Parting her folds with my tongue, I eat her out with rough strokes until she’s mewling around the gag.

I fucking love hearing her try to moan for me but not being able to express it. She makes a disappointed sound when I pull back, so I slap her pussy. Hard.

She shrieks, the sound muffled yet again.

“This isn’t about making you feel good. This is aboutmeand what I want.”

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