CHAPTER THIRTEEN #3
I quickly untie the satin belt from the headboard, pulling her arms, still bound, around my neck and securing them like a collar.
She blinks in surprise as I hoist her off the sheets effortlessly.
Her legs clamp around my waist, and I carry her to the wall, pinning her there with the full weight of my body.
“You need your first orgasm,” I murmur.
I rock against her, my hips thrusting with a relentless, bruising force. Her moans shatter into gasps, sounds that imprint into my memory like a melody I’ll never unhear.
“Fuck, Bryce—more. Please.”
That last word— please— makes something inside me snap.
Petra doesn’t beg for anything. But she begs for me.
I tighten my grip on her thighs, my hips grinding harder, over and over, crashing my core into hers. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, until…
She holds her breath.
That’s how I know .
One second. Two. Then—
She releases this high, helpless whimper—like a whistling teakettle trying to shatter glass. It’s her most intense climaxing sound yet.
Damn… I’m officially wrecked.
Her breathing is erratic. Shallow puffs of air brush over my skin as she melts against me.
But I am not done.
Not even close.
“Rest time’s over, Pip. I’ve got a quota to meet.”
“Bryce… please. Just fuck me.”
The needy moan that tears from her isn’t polite—it’s carnal. And fuck me if I don’t get harder.
I release a hand from her waist and slip my fingers under her panties. As I slide along her folds, a groan rumbles through me. “You’re dripping with gratitude… I think I better lick you clean first.”
She shudders, and I have to pretend I don’t feel it everywhere. My body’s on fire as I haul her across the room.
The wingback chair waits like a throne, ready for its queen. I lower her, and she sinks into the cushions as though her bones have given out. Her head falls back, arms still tied with the robe sash. When I’m finished with her, this upholstery is going to need a professional cleaning.
I give the belt a firm tug, pulling her limbs above her head. “Unless… you’d rather call it a night? Return to your room and pretend this didn’t happen?”
No response. She’s conserving energy.
I tug once on the belt. “Stop or go, Pip? ”
Her tongue swipes over her bottom lip. “Still waiting to see if your bark has any bite, Moneybags.”
There she is.
I secure the belt to the wall sconce next to the chair. Watch her arms pull taut and her spine curve. Her breasts rise beautifully against the lace, nipples stiff and waiting.
I hook my thumbs into her panties and yank. The sound of the fabric tearing is almost as satisfying as her gasp.
“These are mine now,” I tell her, shoving the torn lace into my robe pocket.
“Well, you did pay for them.”
The corner of my mouth twitches. “You’re dangerously close to getting gagged.”
“Fine,” she says, eyes dropping pointedly. “As long as I get to choose what I choke on.”
God help me.
I drop to my knees. One swipe of my tongue, and her hips launch upward with such force, she knocks me flat on my ass.
“What the fuck—” I laugh as I catch myself on the floor. “Are you trying to break my nose?”
“How many times do I have to say it? Don’t sneak up on a girl like that. Give her some warning, will ya?”
“Spread,” I say. No room for negotiation.
She stares me down like a warrior while her knees fall open, eager and seductive, baring all of her to me.
My pulse pounds behind my eyes.
I grab her ass and drag her to the edge of the seat.
She’s drenched and defiant, trying to take the lead.
But she’s going to lose. And I’m going to make sure she savors every moment of her defeat.
Because I want to ruin her for every other man, make her hear my voice when she touches herself.
I want to be the reason no other man can ever satisfy her.
I need to be the one.
I drag my mouth along the inside of her thigh, slow enough to make her curse under her breath. She angles her greedy little thing toward me, a silent plea.
I dive in, my tongue claiming every slick inch like I’ll never get another chance.
Her core writhes like she’s trying to escape, but I’m not letting her go. I want every last drop she has to give me.
Her moans turn breathless. “Fuck! I can’t—I can’t—oh my God…”
“You only say one name in this room. Mine. Say it.”
She chokes out a ragged, “Bryce.”
She’s pure music. Every moan, every hitch in her breath, she’s a goddamn symphony I’m memorizing note by note.
She tenses, and I can feel her second release coming.
The strangled sound she makes is something between a sob and a scream. “Don’t stop. I’m right there. Please—just—”
With a growl, I suck hard while gliding two fingers inside her, curling them until she gasps. I keep pumping until her body tightens, and the sighs she makes are so erotic I want to bottle them.
She shatters.
Her release floods over my tongue, her whole body convulsing, clenching around my fingers as she tries to pull me deeper.
My cock pulses painfully against my stomach. I NEED to be inside her .
I untie her wrists, and they fall slack, limp with pleasure. She doesn’t speak. Just lies there, glowing and undone.
She’s even more beautiful like this.
I can’t wait another fucking second.
I scoop her into my arms. She nuzzles into my chest as I cross the room, heart racing, skin tight with anticipation. I yank open the dresser drawer to grab a condom.
I lean her over the glossy wood. Her palms flatten, her spine arches, and her cunt tilts toward me in invitation.
And then I see it.
The tattoo on her hip, hidden until now. A lotus flower cradled in a crescent moon. I trace it with a fingertip, and her curves mold into my touch.
“I want you rough,” I murmur as I roll the condom on.
“Same,” she gasps.
“Hold on.”
She barely grabs the dresser before I bury myself inside her.
And holy. Fucking. Shit.
Heat. Pressure. The slick, tight slide punches the air out of me—it’s sheer, overwhelming, sensational friction.
“Jesus, Pip. You’re strangling my dick.”
She lets out a breathless laugh that melts into a moan. I pull back and slam into her.
Hard.
Her feet lift off the floor.
The dresser jolts forward.
I growl, my hips snapping. “This… This is what you do to me, Pip. ”
She whines—actually whines —and it destroys whatever filter I had left.
“If you’re giving me those sounds, they better be real.”
“They’re—fuck—Bryce.”
I pull one hand free and bring it down on her ass with a sharp crack .
She yelps. “Oh God!”
“What did I say about names?” I give another slap. Her skin blooms red beneath my palm.
“Bryce!” she screams.
I lose my mind.
I pound into her with abandon, every movement fueled by what I’ve been holding back—years of restraint, months of denial of what I really want, countless hours spent pretending I don’t crave her, all of it snapping under the weight of how badly I need her.
The dresser bangs against the wall. She’s set my whole world on fire. The only person who knows what I look like without the armor—and doesn’t run from it. She wants the beast I hide. She prefers him.
A primal sound tears from my throat—a deep growl full of need and possession. Every thrust rips another noise from me, louder now, filthy with want. I can’t silence it—don’t want to. I want her to hear what she’s doing to me.
Our frenzied sounds build and build into a fury of need. Her cries get louder, messier. Her body bows, her moans spilling out and desperate.
Then she clenches. Hard. So tight, it’s a goddamn velvet vise sealing around me.
She’s coming .
I feel it—rippling, pulsing, a wave crashing over both of us.
My vision whites out.
Everything inside me locks up. I’m right there with her, gritting her name between my teeth as I explode. The orgasm comes with brutal force. My muscles seize, every nerve lights up. I spill into the condom so hard I’m flooding it.
But I don’t stop moving. Not until I’ve wrung out every ounce of pleasure. Until finally, my body gives out and I collapse over hers, panting, soaked in sweat.
“That all you’ve got, Moneybags? I was promised four.”
I huff a laugh. My cock twitches, as if he wants to speak up.
I push her hair aside and kiss the base of her neck. “Oh, Pip. This night’s far from over.”
And then it hits me.
I thought I’d ruin her.
But she wrecked me.
No other woman will ever make me feel like this.