Page 7 of Revenge (Corrupt Empire 3)

His eyes darkened. He withdrew his fingers from me and rose up on his knees.

“Did you forget the rules, Avery?”

The ones about him having my submission in the bedroom? Well no, but he was testing my patience. I wasn’t in the mood for this. Tension radiated throughout my body, desperately seeking a release.

“No.”

“I think you have.”

He slipped off the bed, walking away towards his cupboard. He’d moved the stuff out of the box under his bed so we’d have easier access to it.

“Aiden—”

“I suggest you stop talking unless you want me to leave you alone, worked up and unable to touch yourself.”

I snapped my mouth shut. What the hell had gotten into him? Was this because I wouldn’t give him a straight answer about whether I wanted to get married to him or not? Was he punishing me?

I shifted, trying to ease the tension inside me, but failing miserably.

“Stay still, Avery.”

He brought two lengths of silk rope with him. Kneeling on the bed, he grabbed one of my ankles and tied the rope to it before securing the other ankle. He shifted off the bed and secured the other ends, leaving me spread wide and immobile.

“Are you punishing me?” I whispered, knowing this would likely get me into even more trouble.

He stroked a hand down my calf. The touch electrified my skin. I desperately wanted those hands in other places. I didn’t fucking care about being tied up or at his mercy. All I wanted was Aiden. His touch. His tongue. His mouth. His words. His cock.

“Do you think you deserve pleasure, princess?”

I knew the answer he wanted me to give.

“No.”

He didn’t react, merely trailed his fingers along the top of my foot.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

“You.”

“Do I have your submission?”

“Yes.”

“Is it okay for you to tell me what to do?”

I shivered. His tone was cold, chilling me to the bone.

“No, it’s not. I’m sorry.”

His hand went to his jeans as he walked around the bed towards the headboard.

“I would’ve given you what you wanted, but now… now you’re going to give me what I want.”

When he slipped out of his clothes and knelt on the bed. I knew exactly what he was going to do.Holy fuck.

“Open your mouth and do not fucking close it, understood?”

I nodded. He straddled my chest, gripping my hair in one hand, holding it tight. I opened my mouth for him and he fed me his cock. This angle made it a little difficult for me to take too much of it. He fucked me with slow, shallow thrusts, staring down at my face intently.

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