Page 73 of Forbidden Bond

Katherine pales. “What? Who took her?”

“We don’t know. The last time I asked, her case was handed over to the FBI. Which probably explains how your dad and Chris had a conversation. I guess he’s paying attention because it concerns our family.”

“Or he’s probably paying more attention because it reminds him of what happened to my sister and me,” she says softly. “Oh my god, Toph, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Christian’s having it much worse. I didn’t know Stacey all that well,” I tell her, rubbing her shoulder. “But things are pretty tense right now.”

“Yeah, if my dad found out about us now, he’d probably blow up and have me shipped to Antarctica.”

I make a face at that. “You know you don’t have to do everything he says, right? He’s your father, but you’re a full-grown adult. He doesn’t own you.”

“Remember when you told me to keep my biased opinions to myself when it comes to your family?” Katherine questions with an arched eyebrow.

I raise my hands in defeat. “Alright, baby, I got you.”

“I’ll take care of my family’s issues on my own. All you’ve got to do is look pretty.”

“I thought that was your job,” I say, leaning forward to kiss her softly. I slide my thumb across her lips, my voice lowering. “I just realized I didn’t officially ask.”

“Ask what?” she asks, her voice soft and breathy.

“You to be mine.”

She smiles. “You don’t need to. I’m already yours.”

I stare at her for a long moment, at her flawless skin and the waves of hair spread out like she was posed for a painting. She’s only wearing my shirt, but it’s long enough to be decent. Sometimes it’s so hard to look at her and other times it’s hard to look away. She’s so damn perfect.

Katherine presses her lips between her teeth, her breaths growing slower the longer I look at her. My gaze drifts down to her nipples, visible through the material of the shirt. Katherine shifts closer until I can feel the heat of her pussy searing my cock through her panties. She runs her hand down my chest, the simple touch burning like a line of fire. Her hand trails down my abs before stopping at my shorts, where she traces the waistband with a finger.

“Topher, I want…” Her hazy gaze lifts to mine.

The lust in her stare is intoxicating, drumming hot and heavy inside of me. Her hand slips beneath my shorts and over the length of my dick. I hiss through my teeth. Katherine wraps her fingers around my cock before slowly stroking it from base to the head. The motion is enough to make me lose all self-control.

I flip us until she’s under me on the couch, her body molded perfectly against mine. It doesn’t take long for us to get out of our clothes. Katherine moans loudly when I push two fingers inside of her. She clenches down on me so tightly, I groan and pull my fingers free, choosing to replace them with my cock instead. I rub the head against her pussy, the heat of it almost burning. A tremble coasts through her. I lean down to kiss the top of her head.

“I really don’t deserve you,” I mutter.

“I don’t deserve you either,” she agrees. “Probably why we’re so perfect for each other.”

We both gasp as I ease into her slowly, sliding into her as deep as I can go. “Ah!” She screams as I pound my cock inside of her. My eyes flutter closed. Fuck, I’ll never get tired of being inside this woman. The feeling of her pussy gripping my dick and squeezing it like a vise will never get old. Every cell in me aches for more.

“Please, its too much,” she says causing me to slow down a little. “Want me to stop?”

She grabs my hand and intertwine our fingers before pushing her ass towards me.

“No. Faster,” Katherine whispers and my slow pace explodes into dust.

I fuck her as hard as I can smashing into every wall inside of her, leaning down to kiss her lip in order to lessen the heady rush to my head. Pressure tightens at the base of my spine. Katherine’s nails dig into my arm, the pain adding to the intense pleasure unfolding inside of me. She’s panting as I fuck her into a haze, her head resting against my arm.

I skim my lips against her ear, my voice rough. “Come for me, princess.”

She does so with a loud moan, her head lolling on my shoulder when I roll her nipple between my fingers. She shudders and clenches around me tightly, the heat sliding down to my back. My breathing ragged, I thumb her cheek softly and run my hand up my arm. My pace grows steady, less rough as I push into her with long, slow thrusts. I grab her hands, holding them above her head and grinding against her clit until she shatters again beneath me. Then I press my face into her neck as I come with a hoarse groan.

When I feel my breathing start to even out, I flip us so she’s lying atop me. Katherine brushes some of my hair from my forehead, the look in her eyes somehow reverent.

“We didn’t use a condom, Toph,” she states.

I shut my eyes for a second. “Shit, babe. I’m sorry.”

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