Page 41 of Fatal Bonds

Scowling, I slap her ass. Hard.

Lindsey yelps, her hips jerking as she squirms. “Please, Maks,” she sobs, the fight leaving her as she realizes that struggling is doing her no good.

Kicking the bedroom door closed behind us, I stop at the foot of my bed and throw her down onto it. “Don’t fucking move an inch,” I command, pointing at her as I pin her down with my glare.

Lindsey braces against the mattress with her palms, her legs half drawn up toward her chest like she wants to get as far away from me as she can. It makes my chest ache and my head throb to think that might be exactly what her plan was. Maybe she decided to run and realized she wouldn’t make it when she saw someone following her—just like last time. All the nights she’s spent in my bed, all those intimate dinners and private moments—I’ve been deluding myself to think this is anything but a prison for her. It’s never going to be anything but that, and I’m just the monster holding her captive. But she has no idea what kind of monster I can be.

Stooping at the foot of the bed, I reach for one of the straps already attached to the frame. Then I snag Lindsey’s ankle, dragging her across the bed toward me. Her night shirt rides up, exposing every last inch of her perfect legs and the sheer cheeky green lace undies that leave little to the imagination.

Lindsey’s sharp breaths turn ragged as her eyes go round, but before she can pull away, I cinch the silk-lined fabric above her foot.

“What—” She starts to quiver as she tugs against the restraint to find it won’t budge.

I move quickly to her hands, holding her down as I work with practiced precision, and though she resists, objecting loudly, it takes very little to overpower her. Lindsey might be fit—and strong—but she’s no match for me.

“Maks, you’re scaring me,” she breathes as I immobilize her second hand.

“Good.” A sick part of me wants her to fear me. Clearly, she doesn’t have a healthy respect for what I’m capable of—what my world is capable of doing to her—and if making her afraid of me is what it takes to keep her safe, then I’ll be the thing of her nightmares.

Lindsey squirms against her restraints as she lies starfished across my bed, her muscles bunching and her back arching with the effort to escape. When I straighten to check that my handiwork will hold, it makes my cock swell to see her tied down and so entirely at my mercy. Reaching into my pants pocket, I adjust myself, and her eyes track the movement before I pull out my pocket knife. The blood drains from her cheeks as I flip open the blade, and a wave of panic washes across her face.

“Wait, Maks,” she pleads, scooting as far up the bed as her restraints will allow when I kneel between her ankles. “I’m sorry. Please don’t—don’t hurt me.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, little rabbit,” I state calmly, moving slowly as I take a handful of her shirt. I would never hurt her. I couldn’t. We’re well past that point now, but I’m glad to see she still thinks I’m capable of it.

Lindsey’s near hyperventilating as her eyes flick up to mine before snapping back to the blade—as if she can’t take her eyes off it for more than a second. “W-What are you doing?”

“I am going to teach you a lesson,” I promise, the sharp knife slicing through the T-shirt as it parts like warm butter against the edge.

She gasps, her nipples puckering as I cut the fabric from her body, exposing her small breasts. Her knees press together as best they can—as if my threat turns her on. “Don’t you fucking touch me,” she hisses, color flooding her cheeks as she narrows her eyes at me.

“You think you get to dictate terms after what you’ve done?” I warn, hooking a finger around the waistline of her panties and pulling them away from her hip bone. “Do you have any idea of the trouble you’ve caused?”

I slide the dull edge of my knife against her skin, and Lindsey shudders, goosebumps rising across her flesh. With a twitch of my wrist, the lacy fabric falls away, exposing every last inch of her to me. Closing my knife, I lean over her to set it on the bedside table, then I rest my palms against the bed on either side of her head as I meet her molten gaze.

“Are you getting off on this?” she challenges, her voice low and filled with a heady cocktail of fury and arousal.

Knowing that it turns her on to be tied down makes me so fucking hard, it hurts, but this isn’t about pleasure—mine or hers. I intend to break Lindsey so she’ll never disobey me again.

Leaning in until my lips hover mere inches from hers, I breathe, “Don’t worry,zaya, I won’t be fucking you. You don’t get my cock again until you’ve earned it.”

Lindsey’s chin lifts defiantly, her eyes determined as she glares at me in silent challenge. She doesn’t think I’ll be able to resist her. She thinks I’ll break before she does. But she doesn’t know just how agonizing I can make her pleasure, and she’s about to get a taste of the torture she’s put me through. I want her to know the maddening frustration, because every time I start to let down my guard, she snatches away the trust I want to give her.

Despite her rebellious expression, when I narrow the distance between our lips, hers part softly, her tongue darting out to wet them, and I can feel the tension crackling in the air as I brush past her without a kiss.

Leaning in until my lips brush the shell of her ear, I whisper, “You’re mine until I’m done with you, little rabbit. And the more you struggle, the smaller your cage is going to get.”

I nip her earlobe, and Lindsey gasps. The sound makes my cock throb and my balls tighten, and it takes all my self-restraint not to grind my hips against her. Slowly, I work my way down the curve of her neck to her breasts, biting and sucking her soft flesh—just hard enough to walk the line between pleasure and pain. I can hear the distinction in her muted whimpers, the soft mewls as she presses her lips together in her effort to hide them from me. But I know every perfect inch of Lindsey’s body by now, every touch that drives her wild. So, by the time I reach the peak of her thighs, she’s quivering with arousal, her folds glistening with anticipation.

“I thought you didn’t want me to touch you,” I tease darkly, letting my breath wash across her sensitive skin as my lips hover over her pussy. The sweet, tangy smell of her excitement makes me ravenous, and I inhale deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent.

“Fuck you,” Lindsey says, but her words cut short on a gasp as I release the breath, relishing the way her clit twitches in response.

“Begging for it already?” I tease, and before she can give a retort, I run my tongue along her slick seam.

She cries out, her back bowing as she strains against her ties, and I hum appreciatively at the erotic sight. I lick her from her ass to her clit, tasting her sweet juices before I wrap my lips around the pearl of sensitive skin.

Moaning, Lindsey writhes beneath me, her breaths coming faster as her pleasure overcomes her fear and defiance. She can’t run from her body’s natural urges, and even if she wants to pretend they don’t, I know my punishments turn her on.

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