Page 45 of Bound By Betrayal


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The fingers in my hair squeezed an ounce tighter, setting my skin ablaze. “Yes,” I moaned. “Harder. You know exactly how I like it.” Again, there was a moment of hesitation, and he released my hair, both hands now on either side of my hip, working their way onto my ass cheeks. “Just like that,” I breathed. “Touch me.”

I closed my eyes and bit my lip as he flipped the towel onto my back and spread my thighs open. I was already so damn wetfor this man. “See what you do to me?” Kai gripped my ass with so much pressure that I was sure he’d leave fingerprints while the other hand slid down the seam of my pussy. He used two fingers and trailed them back and forth, spreading the wetness before massaging my clit in slow, deliberate circles.

“Fuck, Daniel…I missed your touch.”

The music and his hands were suddenly gone, until I felt them snake around my throat and squeeze.

“You say that man’s name one more time, and no one will ever find his body.”

He loosened his grip and tore the towel away.

I chuckled. “How did you convince him to leave?”

His lips swept across my shoulder. “Easy. I gave him a choice, and he opted to keep his hands.”

“Mm, I knew it was you,” I murmured, gripping the edges of the table as he ran his tongue up the back of my thigh.

“I know,” he said, lips hovering over my pussy.

“How?” I managed to ask in a strangled whisper as his tongue darted out and flicked my clit.

“Because this pretty cunt only gets wet for me.” Kai hauled my hips back and smoothed his hand down my ass, spreading me open to get a better angle. “You know, vicious, even though I knew you were just fucking with me, every time you said his name, I wanted to choke the life from his body.”

“Why?” My voice sounded more like a whine than a question when Kai suctioned me between his lips.

“I don’t care about a goddamn contract, Amalia. My ring is on your finger, and your pussy is in my mouth. You’re mine.”

My nails nearly tore into the leather as those words vibrated against my clit. I wanted him to devour me, to die between my thighs, and to take me over the edge like only he knew how…but I’d been greedy.

I owed him. And I was suddenly ravenous.

I rocked against his face for three more sinful swipes of his tongue, but then I crawled on hands and knees toward the edge of the table. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw his look of confusion and tossed him a cunning grin.

“Where are you going?”

“No way are you going to make me owe you three times over.” I hopped off as ladylike and leonine as I could muster, even on shaky legs.

I immediately grabbed his belt buckle and rose to kiss him. Kai’s strong hands framed my face, deepening the kiss and nearly lifting me off the ground as he slid his tongue against mine and along my lips.

“And what will you do to clear your debt?”

“Easy.” I dropped to my knees, never breaking eye contact, and tugged his pants down, pulling him free. Kai was a big boy with a pretty dick. “Swallow your cock.”

He cussed between his teeth.

Fisting the base, I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, flicking the bead of precum dripping from his tip.

He grunted and tangled his fingers into my hair, tipping his head back as I took him entirely into my mouth, sliding up and down until it was soaking wet.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as I worked him, hollowing out my cheeks when he hit the back of my throat. “I don’t think I’ve seen anything more beautiful than you on your knees with my cock down your throat.”

His hands were in my hair, squeezing, guiding me forward. Not that I needed it. While I wasn’t out there giving random men blow jobs, I knew I was good. And by the look on Kai’s face and the expletives falling from his mouth, I’d say he agreed.

“How much can you take, vicious?” He pushed until tears spilled from the corners of my eyes and black dots spotted myvision. “That’s it. I’ll feed you every inch of my cock until you cry some more and beg me to stop.”

I was never one to back down from a challenge. I knew I’d never reach the base, but I sure as hell would enjoy how I made this man weak in the knees. The way he hissed and bit his lip as I sucked his cock so fucking good, he’d never remember there was anyone before me.

Reaching around his hips, I took his plump ass cheeks in each hand and squeezed, nails digging into his flesh, marking him as mine. For the next three years, that was who he would be. Who he’d belong to.