Page 70 of Hunter's Revenge

Intense pleasure arches my body into the mattress, and I moan out loud, unable to help myself against the scorching arousal coiling through me.

He’s stealing all my willpower again, robbing me blind in broad daylight of my senses.

This is the time that should count the most because I know what and who he is. I know he’s just playing with me and fucking with my mind, but no matter how hard I try to realign my mind and body in harmony with reason and logic, it doesn’t work.

I can’t fight back to regain control, and I can’t resist him.

I can’t deny my body of the pleasure that wants me to succumb to its power and allow it to possess me.

The worst thing about it is the wicked way he smiles down at me because he knows.

He knows.

He also knows that everything he said was true.

Malik slows down to a steady pump, knowing exactly how to touch me, and I come straightaway, whining like an animal in heat.

The sweet pleasure from my orgasm creates a buzz of fire over me that increases when he buries his face in my pussy and drinks up the juices from my arousal leaking down my thighs. His tongue licks me and thrashes around my clit, bringing more mindless moans of ecstasy from deep inside my core.

While he eats me out, he grabs my breasts, squeezing and kneading my nipples that are already painfully tight with arousal. Within seconds, I know I’m going to come again. I’m right there at the precipice when he moves away from my pussy, kisses his way up my body, and starts sucking my breasts.

He touches me and does everything as if he’s speaking some secret language only he and my body understand.

What I’m not prepared for is his lips on mine.

After everything, I never expected to feel them again in this lifetime, or to kiss him back the same way he’s kissing me.

I taste myself on his lips as our tongues tease and tangle in a dance of the forbidden who want each other. It’s spellbinding and almost hypnotic, lulling me into giving him everything.

He takes my hand and moves it down to his hard erection, then forces my fingers to clasp his hard cock.

He breaks the kiss, leaving us both breathing hard, and stares down at me, but squeezes my hand around his cock tighter.

“Remember this every time you think it wasn’t real.” His words surprise me, throwing my mind out of sync. “But I also promised you a punishment, so you don’t get to come twice.”

Although I’m so damn desperate to come, his crass words yank me out of the sexual haze, and once again, I feel like such a fool.

I’m so humiliated by his words and the effortless ability to switch back to being the devil that all I do is stare at him, speechless in disgust.

Disgust at him and myself.

But I should have used those seconds to do something wiser—anything—because when he grabs my hands again and pins them over my head, it’s too late. I thrash against him, and a second later, cool metal latches around my wrists. Then there’s a click. Like a lock.

Frantically, I gaze above my head in horror to find my hands chained to the railed loops of the headboard.

What the fuck?

And where the hell did he get chains from out of nowhere?

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I glare at him as if I can incinerate him with my thoughts of how much of an asshole I think he is. “Release me now.”

I flounder uselessly against the chains, looking like some kind of spectacle.

Malik backs off the bed and runs a casual hand through his hair to smooth out the tousled strands.

When he straightens, I expect him to give me that mocking smirk again, but his expression becomes more serious.

“It looks like you need some time to think, Malyshka. When you’re ready to play nice, I’ll think about letting you go. But if you strike me again and continue to fuck with me, we’ll take our vows right here with you chained to my bed.”

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