Page 88 of Ruthless Bonds

My phone rang right at that moment, and I picked up because I was freaked out, not because I was obeying Kreos.

“Alora.” Kreos’ voice was low and smooth. “Perhaps I wasn’t clear when I said come home now, orelse.”

I scoffed, my hand on my hip. “Oh, you were perfectly clear. Maybe you weren’t listening when I told you not to keep me locked up like a prisoner. Hm?”

He chuckled, goosebumps running up my arms. “Just one question. How did you get the car keys?”

“You married a former thief, Pakhan,” I taunted. “Did you forget what my fingers were capable of?”

“Speaking of capabilities…” His voice lowered to something darker, more sinister. “I’m going to enjoy showing you what punishment those greedy little hands have earned.”

“Well, you’ll have to wait an hour. I’m not finished.”

My phone chimed with an incoming message. Irritation coursed through me as I saw it was from him. “Why are you texting when we’re—”

The words died on my lips. On the screen was a photo of me taken just a moment ago when I was checking my camera. The realization hit me in an instant.

He wasn’t just on the phone. He was here in the woods with me. Watching. Waiting. How stupid had I been to believe he’d let me get away?

“Kreos?” Every muscle in my body tightened as the sound of something rustling came from a few feet away. I turned with a gasp, not seeing him.

He chuckled, my head snapping in the other direction. “Run,kotic. You better pray to God or the Devil that I don’t catch you.”

The phone slipped from my hands as I took off in the opposite direction. He was insane, that was obvious. What the hell was he going to do to me? My mindraced with scenarios as I ducked behind a large tree. He wouldn’t hurt me, though. I knew that.

I held my breath for a moment, hoping that I’d lost him behind the church. But I knew he was out there. Watching. Waiting. Hunting.

Fuck, my red robe was like a beacon of light, shimmering against the moon. I stripped it off, tossing it to the ground. A noise came from my left, and I ran to the right. My breath came out in quiet gasps as I pressed against the back of the church, crouching down behind the cellar entrance. If I could get back to the car before he caught me, maybe I could beg for mercy from whatever punishment he had planned.

But did I even want to? A part of me loved the chase, knowing that there would be a delicious reward at the end. OK, and maybe a sore ass from all the spanking I was surely going to get.

A twig snapped, then what sounded like a rock was thrown a few feet away from me. He was fucking with me. My heart was beating so loud, I was sure he could hear it.

“Run, little kitten.” His voice carried over from somewhere in the darkness. “I can smell your fear… and your excitement.”

The sound sent a shiver down my spine, and I bolted, running as fast as I could. I just hoped I wasn’t going to run right into him. We continued like this for a while. Each time I thought I found the perfect hiding spot, and then seconds later, he would be nearby. Taunting me. Teasing.

I ran even faster, my eyes widening when I ended up right in front of my camera tripod. The automatic trigger was still on, bright flashes of white giving meaway. My foot caught on a root, and I stumbled into a tree. I hissed as I scraped my hand against the bark, but before I could run again, strong arms caged me in from behind.

“Caught you.” Kreos’ voice was rough and laced with something dark. His lips found my neck, biting down. “My beautiful little demon.”

I gasped at his touch, melting into him. He gripped my wrists, pinning them over my head with one hand, the other weaving into my hair, tugging my head back.

“Tell me,kotic. Are you afraid?” His teeth dragged down my neck to my shoulder, biting and kissing as he went.

“No,” I panted, pushing my ass back into him.

“You should be,” he growled, his hold on my hair tightening, making me cry out. Not in pain, but in pure, wild lust. I wanted him to claim me, ruin me, make me his. “Do you have any idea how terrified I was?”

“I didn’t think,” I whimpered, my heart racing. He turned my head, his lips crashing into mine. I could feel his desire, the anger, his need for me with every stroke of his tongue, with every caress of his lips. He tasted of Scotch and lust, and damnation had never tasted so sweet on his lips.

He pulled back, the sound of his zipper coming down making me push back into him. “You will never try to leave me, understand?” The edge in his voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I nodded my head quickly. “I will never let you go, Alora. From my lips to the Devil’s ears—you’re fucking mine.”

“Yes,” I panted. “I’m sorry.”

He made a tisking sound, his head shaking. “You’ll have plenty of time to apologize later. Right now, the only two words I want to hear coming out of your beautiful mouth are ‘more,’ and ‘harder.’”

I moaned at the rough edge in his voice. He needed this as much as I did. I spread my legs, giving him better access. I was so wet for him as he stroked his cock up and down my slit. The sensation had me standing on my tiptoes, the need to be filled up with him making me rabid.

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