Page 234 of Those Who Are Bound

The moment he was loose, he snatched her and twisted, slamming her against the cross. She shrieked from the suddenness of his movements. His body now pressing against hers, he grasped her hands and swiftly tied them behind her. Glaring at her, he was a little furious, a little turned on.He yanked at her lycra shorts. “You lost. Do you want to know why your games don’t work on me? I’ll give you a fucking list.”

She writhed against the pole when he bent to pull her shorts completely off her. She wriggled to aid him in his efforts. This was exciting her; of course, it was. She was tied. Elliott was most uninhibited, most free, when she was bound. She was a submissive. So it was absolute fuckery that she ever thought she was some sort of dominating monster.

“One, because you aren’t a demon. Two, I’m not a victim; none of the men you’ve been with have been victims. Three, my faith doesn’t shackle me; I couldn’t abide it if it did.” He shoved her sports bra up, exposing her breasts. “Four, and most importantly, it’s because what we have is real. I’m your match, your mate. You can’t scare me; you can’tbreakme.”

He was going to punish her, like before. He was going to use his body to teach her a lesson. Here, in front of his deity, tied to his cross, on the stage where he stood to speak to his flock, he was going to fuck her. Without reservation and with much passion.

He grasped her breast, squeezing hard. “But you’re going to break. You’re going to shatter around my cock. You’re going to dissolve into a million pieces and remain fucking whole becauseIhave you.” He ground his mouth on hers. Shoving her legs open with a knee, he impaled her.

Nailed her.

Hammered into her.

And she did as he commanded. With a strangled cry, she disintegrated, and he made herwhole again. His arms around her, his mouth on her, his cock burrowing deep inside her.

“Jonah,” she cried out in supplication.

“Don’t fucking challenge me again like this,” he growled in her ear, continuing to pound into her. He grasped her thigh, hitching it over his hip as he drove even harder.

Elliott arched against the wood, sliding toward another orgasm. The expression on her face was rapturous.

What was the word she’d once used?

Concupiscent.

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