Page 23 of Bound by Blood

He chuckled darkly. “You will excuse me if I do not believe you.”

“Believe what you want!” she snapped. “I’m telling the truth.”

“Like you told the truth when you agreed to our game and then decided to go back on your word and fight me anyway?” he asked, anger returning to voice as he continued to search her roughly.

“Fuck you!” she snapped.

“That is my plan, hissing little kitten,” he said, flipping her onto her back.

She groaned in pain as her weight settled on top of her bound hands. He frowned down at her and shook his head. After a moment of thought, he reached under her and released her hands. Laney tried to bring them around so she could push him away, but he quickly recaptured her wrists and brought them over her head. He knotted them together and secured them over her head.

She twisted her head up to see what she was tied to and was shocked to see a solid looking bolt screwed into the wall over the bed. She realized the ropes were extremely durable but comfortable and had probably come on board with him too. She looked up at him with accusation shining in her eyes.

“You planned this, you asshole!” she yelled up at him.

His jaw grew rigid as he stared her down. She shrank back against the pillows. “If you yell at me again I will tape your mouth shut. And yes, I also brought tape, just in case. I was prepared for anything, Laney. You have played many games over the past months. I am done with games. Is time for us to get serious.”

She twisted her hips in an attempt to dislodge him, but only managed to bring a predatory glint to his hard gaze. He pulled his own switchblade from his belt, opened it and touched it to the neckline of her military style T-shirt.

“Don’t you dare!” she growled, pressing her body down into the bedding.

He flashed her a feral grin and yanked the blade through her shirt as easily as though it were butter. She snarled in frustration, but swallowed her angry screams, knowing he would indeed tape her mouth shut. He reached for the strap of her blue sports bra next.

“Please don’t!” she begged him. “I only brought one with me.”

He stared down at her for a second, dark eyes clashing with light then continued to slide the blade through the elasticized sports top, yanking the pieces away as he stripped them with the blade. Her jaw fell open. Boris had never ignored her pleas before. She had well and truly angered the giant man and he was going to make sure she paid for her infraction.

She moaned in distress as he bared her breasts to his surprised gaze. Dark-tipped nipples pebbled in the chill air. He brought the hand that wasn't holding the knife up and covered her size C breast with one large palm, wrapping his fingers around the globe and squeezing gently.

“So fucking beautiful,” he breathed, staring down at her. “You hid yourself well, little ninja. Not even I suspected what you hid beneath your ugly bras, designed to flatten such a bounty.”

Laney rolled her eyes. Obviously, he’d never tried to throw a punch or accomplish a spinning hook-heel kick with the girls flying around unimpeded. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and finger and squeezed drawing a moan of pleasure from her. Laney bit her lip to keep the sounds to herself.

He gave her a stern look and squeezed harder. “You will give me your pleasure,moykotenok,” he growled down at her, roughly massaging her breast.

“Ahhhh,” she panted, trying not to arch into his hands. The chemistry that ignited between them whenever he got his hands on her body flared to life within her, begging her to give in, to let him lead her down the path of ecstasy she knew he was so capable of. “You… you told me to keep my mouth shut or you’ll tape it. Now you are telling me to release my sounds. Which will it be, hypocritical beast?”

He tugged her nipple hard drawing a sharp cry from her, before releasing her breast. “You will quickly learn what I want and you will learn to obey me.” He moved down her body and reached for her ankles, releasing her bonds. She immediately tried to kick him in the head, but he caught her ankle. She wrapped her other knee around his thick neck and slammed her strong legs together in an attempt to choke him out.

“We’ve done this before,” he growled, reaching for her thighs and shoving them back using his superior strength, as he would have done in their very first encounter if he hadn’t let her gain a point on him. He crawled between her thighs while she panted with the strain of trying to close her legs on his thick neck. “No more fucking games.”

He tossed his switchblade off the side of the bed, reached for her belt and made short work of yanking her cargo pants, cotton panties, boots and socks off. He was so annoyed that she continued to fight despite the impossibility of her position, that her clothes came away in shreds by the time he pulled them off her.

Laney lay naked, panting from exertion, still twisting in an attempt to fight any way she could, despite being tied down beneath a more than 300-pound Russian behemoth. She could see the strain in his face and the rigid set of his muscular shoulders as he held himself back from savagely fucking her now that he had her at his mercy, exactly where he finally wanted her. Spread out and waiting underneath him.

“You need to stop fighting me, Laney,” he growled quietly. “I will hurt you if you do not stop and let me make it good for you.”

Laney lunged up toward him as much as she could against her binding and spat at him. “Fuck you, Boris Grekov! I will kill you, and that is a promise!”

Boris snarled and reached out to take a fistful of her hair before she could fall back on the bed. He held her up and shook her like a doll, leaning across her nude body, brushing her engorged nipples with his hair-roughened pectoral muscles. He kissed her hard, slashing his mouth across hers and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He retreated just before she could snap her teeth shut, but she managed to get hold of his lip. He took hold of her jaw and squeezed until she was forced to release him.

He stared down at her, his eyes gleaming with fury and possession. He touched his thumb to his lip where her small white teeth had split his lip and looked at the drop of blood. He smeared the blood across her own lip. She turned her head away for a second, refusing him, and then glared angrily up at him, understanding the significance of his action. Her Russian barbarian had just declared her his property by blood oath. She caught sight of the eight-pointed stars and epaulets on his shoulders and was savagely reminded that this man took what he wanted. The invisible sword had finally dropped.

He yanked her head back by the hair until she was laying against the pillows once more and, grabbing her legs, tossed them over his broad shoulders. Laney gasped and tried to wiggle out of such an intimate position that brought her pussy so close to his face.

“Do not fucking move. This is your last fucking chance to make this good for yourself or I will tear you in half. That is promise,” Boris snarled, leaning heavily across her, pressing his weight into her body until she was nearly crushed. Forced to lay still, Laney moaned. He didn’t give her a chance to protest. He took her ass in both hands and lifted her to his face.

Laney yelled in shock as his scorching tongue drove straight into her pussy, drilling into the heart of her, without pretence or preparation. Boris was not waiting for her to get comfortable. His hands were so huge they nearly enveloped her hips, his fingers digging into the flesh, bruising her with the strength of his hold. He drove his tongue so far into her that she arched right off the bed until only her shoulders and head touched the mattress.

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