Page 52 of Bound By Temptation

I released the blanket, got out of bed, and made my way into the adjoining bathroom. Turning on the shower, I brushed my teeth while waiting for it to heat up.

This was not good.

Of all the people for my sister to catch me with, Ax Monroe would only be below Charles Manson. That was how much my sister didn’t like Ax. She was there for me through all the pain of that damn tape and Ax’s betrayal. Listened to me cry. Felt my anger and even took me to Hendrix’s place and had me chop wood with an ax. Each hit I pretended it was the man in question’s head.

It might have been a bit extreme, but it helped me more than I ever thought.

My entire family knew how Ax crushed me. Even saw the tape to my utter dismay. They had disdain for him along with me through the years. All except Mom and GramO, who after the truth came out did a one-eighty on Ax. Which pissed me off.

And here I was in bed with the man who caused me so much heartache.

Hell, we ended up screwing like rabbits instead of me kicking the man out of my house. My sanity was taking a serious hit.

Over and over I scrubbed my teeth, taking all the frustration out on the poor things. But at least they’d be clean. I was mad at myself. I was mad at him. I was mad at life. I didn’t want to be mad anymore, and I wanted to be able to let it go.

And then what the hell was last night? I just threw myself at the man and let him fuck me. Him wanting me to feel him. For the love of God, I did. I felt how sorry he was, and it scared the living shit out of me. He didn’t protect me. How could I just let that go? Just forget it ever happened? He made it all sound so easy, but when push came to shove, would he have my back?

Spitting out the paste, I felt the water in the shower, adjusted it and got in under the spray, putting my head fully in it. Hoping to wash away something, hell if I knew. But it felt good.

The curtain from the shower opened, and a large body came in with me, his heat at my back. God, he was so warm, and in combination with the water it felt magnificent.

Why? Why did this feel so good yet hurt so damn much?

Lifting my head out of the water, arms encircled me and pulled me in closer. I could feel his hardness against my back, and my core throbbed. Tears welled in my eyes.

I wanted him. And I didn’t want to want him.

That was it—he was going to kill me through sex. Yep. Screw the heartbreak and all the feelings there; it was the sex that was going to be the end of me.

His lips came down to my shoulder as he began to give small kisses up and down my neck, my head lulling to the side to give him better access. The kisses added the tongue, and I reached back and clutched onto his hard thighs for support.

Ax definitely grew over the years. No longer was the little boy I fell for; now, he was all man. Every inch man.

His lips came to my ear. “We’ve gotta be quiet or your family will hear.” The words were so rough and jagged, my need for him increased, and my head fell back fully to his chest.

“We can’t,” came out in a barely there whisper, mostly in a false response because I wanted it. Wanted him.

Ax wasn’t like his high school self when it came to sex. No, now he was demanding, intense, sure of himself, and unbelievably good at finding just the perfect spot for me.

“Hands on the wall,” he ordered, and my clit throbbed. My traitorous body followed his instructions.

His hands gripped my hips and pushed them up, and without any other touching, he slammed into me. My entire body moved up, and I stood on my tiptoes and tried not to fall on my ass with all the water around me.

The feeling of him inside of me was different, but also the same. I’d always felt comfortable with Ax. He was gentle with me always. Now, he was not. His thrusts were powerful, confident, and meticulous.

He’d grown in his exploration times. As soon as that thought hit, I shut it down. Thinking about other women or men he’d been with only made the ugly, jealously monster rise in me. There was no time for that.

Moans escaped my lips, and his lips immediately came to my ear. “You want them to hear you, don’t you? Want them to know how good it feels to be in my arms with my cock ramming into your hot body over and over again. You want everyone to know you’re mine.”

This again was new. The dirty talk. Never knew how much I loved it until now. It turned me on even more than his cock. Or, at least, a close second.

“Shut up and fuck me,” I told him, not meaning any of it.

He thrust in hard. So much so, I felt him so deep inside me there was an instant of pain that quickly turned into pleasure.

“Your pussy is so fuckin’ tight around me, squeezing and wanting my come.” He nipped my ear with his teeth and used one of his hands to reach around me and begin to rub my clit. Holy fucking shit.

That did it. I bit hard into my bottom lip, trying desperately not to scream like I wanted to as my body began to shake and tremble. He didn’t relent; instead, he continued pounding in me over and over again, riding me through each wave of pleasure.

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