Page 53 of Bound By Temptation

He began speaking softly in my ear once again, which only set me off again. “Yeah. I want that lip bruised and bloody so you remember this all fuckin’ day. Want between your thighs to ache for my cock and your pussy to feel so empty without me.”

Either the orgasm never stopped, or I’d had another because my insides were quivering and my legs threatened to give out on me.

I had no clue where I was. Mars? Africa? The sun? Hell if I knew. Ax took me on a ride where I went out of my mind.

He turned me and lifted me, and my arms wrapped around his neck as he thrust back inside me. The tile was slick and hard against my back, but I didn’t care. He’d have his bruises if he wanted them.

“Fuck, Ax. Oh my God,” I moaned, stuffing my face into his neck.

In this position he hit the hot button inside me, and I came once again; Ax followed behind me.

The shower was so hot I could barely breathe and felt as though I was gasping for breath.

He pulled my hair gently and lifted my face to his. “You okay, baby?”

I nodded stupidly.

“Need you to breathe so I can clean you up. Your family is gonna wonder what’s taking so long.”

“You don’t give a shit if they wonder anything,” I countered and felt his chuckle as he sat me down on my legs, holding me until I got my barrings.

“Nope.” He swept the hair away from my face in that way I loved. “Don’t give a fuck who hears us.”

A smile came across my lips. “Will you let me shower now?”

“Fuck no.” He then proceeded to lather up soap and began washing my body as though we had all the time in the world. And I let him. Even let him wash my hair. Each second of it, all I could do was be in the moment with him. Feel him. Take him in.

He was damn good with keeping himself wrapped around me so I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything but be in this moment with him.

I had this feeling that in the end he was going to crush me more than he had before. If he did, there’d be nothing there but dust.

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“I’m going to strangle you,”my sister announced as I came out of my bedroom, leaving Ax in there to finish doing whatever in the hell he needed to do. Hopefully he was getting his shit together to leave so I could think. I really needed to think.

“Take a number. I’m number one,” I clipped back, then went to my mother and gave her a hug.

“Is that Indie?” I heard from the kitchen and felt my stomach drop to my feet.

“GramO is here?” I asked, eyes wide, looking at both my sister and mother in utter shock.

“Yep. She’s got a lot to say too. Probably heard you in the shower as well,” my sister said, turning and moving through the living room, dining room, and into the kitchen.

Great. So they heard me having sex. With the man who destroyed me once upon a time. Lovely. Not that sex had ever been a taboo thing in our home. I just didn’t want my GramO hearing me scream out Ax’s name, especially since I hadn’t said the man’s name in years.

“Come on.” Meadow yelled as I made my way to the kitchen. Yeah. This was going be a fun way to start a Sunday.

GramO was cleaning up the counter and putting dishes in the dishwasher.

“Don’t do that,” I said as she turned to me and raised her brow. She didn’t leave any room for discussion, but I went over to help her, going to the stove and picking up one of the pots.

“Hear you have a friend here,” she said, running the water and starting to wash the dishes. We’d gone round and round about the dishwasher. GramO had a thing with washing the dishes then putting them in the dishwasher. Like what’s the point?

But I gave up that argument. It wasn’t worth the breath. She’d win anyway. She always won.

“Just say it,” I told her, waiting to hear her scathe me and tell me what a mistake I was making. That she heard me and knew what was going on. Something.

“About time,” she said just as the man in question came into the room, both stunning me momentarily. What the hell did she mean about time? She knew how badly this man had hurt me.

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