Page 89 of Ruthless Bonds

“Please,” I moaned as the head of his cock teased my clit. He reached up, tugging on my nipple, making my body heat rise even further.

“I should have you bent over my knee right now, your ass bright red for disobeying me.” He pushed the tip of his cock inside me, and I moaned, which turned into a whimper when he pulled out just as quickly. Over and over, he would push just the tip in, pull out, teasing my clit, then push the tip back in. It was a torturous rhythm that had my legs trembling.

“More,” I demanded. The feeling of him was intoxicating, like I couldn’t get enough.

“You want me to fuck you,kotic? Use you? Show you how you belong to me?” He didn’t wait for my answer as he entered me fully in one stroke, filling me up to the hilt.

I cried out, my head falling back as he thrust his hips, fucking me with powerful strokes. My nails dug into his arm wrapped around my waist, holding on as he used me like I was his fuck toy. Why did I love it so much? When had he snuck into my heart and wrapped himself around it to the point I wouldn’t be able to breathe without him?

Without warning, he flipped me around, hisfingers digging into my thighs as he lifted me up. My legs instinctually wrapped around his waist. In one powerful stroke, he filled me up again, my head falling back with a moan.

“No, look at me. I want to see you,” he growled as I clung on to him for dear life. His eyes blazed with fire and held a raw power that both intimidated me and scared me.

“Harder,” I whimpered, biting down on my bottom lip.

His eyes turned predatory as he wrapped his hand around my throat. Oh, God, he knew that was my kryptonite. Tree bark dug into my back as he thrust into me, pushing me up higher. The sweet sensation of my core tightening had me trying to buck my hips. He applied gentle pressure to my throat, telling me to stop.

“Your cunt is gripping me so tight,kotic.” He thrust his hips, his back muscles tense under my palms. “So fucking greedy for me, aren’t you? You want me to fill up this greedy cunt with my come?”

Blood rushed to my ears as he applied more pressure, little black dots dancing in my vision. With one more powerful stroke, I cried out his name, my climax rushing through me as I clung to him. An overwhelming feeling of absolute love consumed me then. He owned every piece of me now. Heart and soul.

He growled deep in his throat, picking up speed as he fucked me into the tree. My fingers weaved through his hair, tugging as he stared deep into my eyes, like he was looking into my soul and knew exactly what I’d been thinking. A heartbeat later, he groaned as he came, pushing me against the tree as he filled me up with his release.

We stayed there, locked in each other’s arms without moving. He was worth the madness, every single minute of it.

It wasn’t until he helped me pack up my belongings and we were driving back in his car that the tension came back. And not in a good way.

“What were you thinking?” His voice was deadly quiet as he gripped the steering wheel. “Do you know what could have happened to you?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, staring down at my hands in my lap. “I just wanted to take photos. And I felt trapped, like a prisoner. You said you wouldn’t lock me up again…” My voice trailed off. My reasoning sounded like a lousy excuse, even to my ears.

His head snapped in my direction, his eyes blazing with anger. “There are people out there who want to destroy me, and they would use you to do that. Every time you leave those gates without protection, you’re giving them an opportunity to hurt you.”

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “I can protect myself. I’ve been doing it my whole life—”

“This isn’t about picking pockets and running from the police, Alora,” he snapped. “These are men who would torture you to send me a message. Men who would… do horrible fucking things to get their point across.”

“You think I don’t know that?” I snapped, throwing my hands in the air. “You think I don’t lie awake at night terrified that you’re not going to come home? That just like Jameson, just like my mom, just like everyone else I’ve ever loved, you’ll be taken from me too?”

The silence that followed my outburst wasdeafening. He swerved to the side of the road, pulled over. His expression softened as he gazed at me.

“Kotic,” he said, reaching for my hands.

I jerked away, anger coursing through me. “You don’t understand. Everyone I love dies. Everyone. They all leave me. And you, you thrive on violence and death. It’s just bound to—”

“Stop.” His voice cut through my spiraling thoughts, commanding yet tender. In one fluid motion, he pulled me into his lap. “Look at me,kotic.”

I shook my head no, and his fingers grasped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I am not some fragile flower. I’ve spent my entire life learning how to survive and how to win. I’m not going to die.” His voice was firm, as if I was crazy to even think it.

“But—” My vision became blurred as tears welled in my eyes.

“No.” He kissed my tears, holding me tight against him. “Death is inevitable, but it’s not the end for us. You’re mine in this life, the next, and all the ones after. God, the Devil, Heaven and Hell couldn’t keep us apart.”

I gripped his shirt, pressing my forehead against his. Was he right? Was I overreacting like a lunatic?

“But that’s a concern for another lifetime, because I’m not going anywhere,” he continued. “We’re going to grow old together, see our children flourish, and then spoil our grandchildren rotten. Death should fear us,kotic. Not the other way around.”

His voice held such conviction that it took my breath away. I knew death was inevitable, but maybe it was time to stop being afraid and let go of this fear.

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