Page 44 of Bound By Valor

“I’m saying endless debating might be costing us while they could be actively using this device against us,” I shot back, locking eyes with him, my voice rising.

Zarek exhaled sharply, frustration etched across his face. “Fine,” he conceded begrudgingly, his glance flicking towards Kabir, “Go ahead, do it.”

He stormed off towards our bedroom, his stride stiff with annoyance. Kabir shot me a victorious thumbs up. I rolled my eyes and followed my very annoyed Zarek to our room.

As I entered our room, I found Zarek in a stormof frustration, swiftly peeling off his t-shirt and stepping out of his sweatpants. He snatched a towel and headed straight for the bathroom. My mind was set; I was going to join him, hopefully easing some of that tension that the earlier debate had wound into his muscles.

But the moment I stepped into the bathroom after stripping my clothes off, his eyes met mine—not with softness but with a hardened, fiery glare. “You think you can defy me in front of everyone?” he growled, his voice rough with barely contained anger.

A smirk tugged at my lips, amused by his almost petulant tone. “I can voice my opinions, can’t I?” I challenged, meeting his intensity head-on.

He grunted and shed his boxers. I expected anger, but the way his hard cock sprang free and his eyes devoured my naked form suggested a different kind of frustration.

“Enter the shower,” he commanded, a steely note in his voice. I complied, stepping under the warm spray. Instantly, his hands gripped my waist, spinning me to face away from him. The water cascaded down on us.

Smack.

A sharp whimper escaped me as his hand connected firmly with my ass. “Undermining me in front of my squad is going to cost you.”

The unexpected sting sent a jolt through me.

“Now,Mi Corazón,”he murmured, his hand soothing the spot he had just struck.

Smack.

“We will have to do something about your defiance,” he declared, a thrilling edge to his voice, as I reveled in the delicious mix of pain and pleasure.

“And what will that be?” I asked, my tone thick with arousal, turning slightly to look over my shoulder.

His lips hovered near my ear, his breath hot against my skin. Even with the shower’s roar, his whisper cut through. “I’m going to make you scream louder than you fucking argued.”

Abruptly, his fingers plunged into my slick heat, thrusting deep and drawing a fervent moan from my lips.

“So fucking wet for me, huh?” He growled into the steamy air of the shower.

“You got all worked up just by arguing with me?” He asked, his question rhetorical.

His fingers moved rhythmically inside me, coaxing louder moans with each stroke.

“Baby,please.” I pleaded him to go faster, do more, do anything.

His other hand wrapped around my waist, his thumb pressing hard on my clit, eliciting a raw, guttural cry from the depths of my throat.

He expertly manipulated my clit, fingers still curling inside me, relentlessly seeking that perfect spot. My head fell forward, resting against the cool tile wall as a wave of intense pleasure crashed over me, spurred on by another sharp pinch to my sensitive nub.

My legs trembled and gave out, but Zarek was quick to catch me, his arms wrapping around me to steady my shaking body. He turned me in his embrace and carried me from the shower’s embrace, the cool air of the bedroom hitting my damp skin.

He laid me down gently on the bed, my wet body imprinting the sheets, as he hovered over me. Heflipped me onto my stomach, positioning my legs wide apart as though I were a feast laid out solely for him.

Deliberately, achingly slow, he pressed his tongue against my folds, savoring the taste of my arousal. I quivered, still tingling from the aftershocks of my earlier climax.

Glancing back, I caught his gaze—tender yet intensely passionate. He swept my damp hair aside, planting tender kisses down the length of my spine.

Then, capturing both my wrists, he pinned them behind my back and surged inside me with a single, masterful stroke. A sharp cry escaped me at the exquisite fullness, my breaths coming in short, ragged pulls.

“Bite the pillow. I’m not holding back,” he growled deeply.

His thrusts were powerful and deep, sending me teetering on the edge. I craved more—more of him, every part of him.

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