Page 113 of Bound By Shame
Catching his wrist, Iyank, sling-shotting him back against the island between the stools. He huffs as his ass hits the counter.
“I dare,” I murmur against the shell of his ear. My tongue darts out— just a taste. “Baby.”
He shivers. The pulse in his throat feathers. His breathing stutters. I lean in, dragging my nose through his hair. He smells so damn sweet for such a feisty thing. His palms land on my pecs…
Andshove.
“Fuck. You!” Fingers curl into my shirt, cheeks flushed as he bursts into a raging inferno. “Fuck you, fuck you, fucking fuck YOU.” He shoves me again, harder this time. He’s stronger than he used to be, but I’m an immovable wall. Shoving turns into clawing, then punching to the soundtrack of,Fuck you, asshole, I hate you, bastard, I hate you, I hate you, I fucking hate you!
I stand there and take it. Unmoving. Steady.
His voice cracks. He misses a punch. Screams.
“FIGHT BACK.”
I don’t.
He goesballistic. I lose count of the hits and curses. He tries to knee me in the crotch, but I block him easily enough. That only pisses him off more. He scratches my cheek, marking me like a damn wildcat. My hand shoots to his throat— just holding him there. Feeling his pulse pound and pound and pound.
He’s panting. Fuming.
“You done?”
With a snarl, his forehead collides with mine, the force sparking fireworks in my skull. The menacehead-buttedme. I almost laugh. Instead, I pin him against the counter with my hips.
His eyes widen at my erection digging into him. I tilt his chinup, skimming my lips along his jaw. “Keep fighting me, Heathen, and I'm gonna have to punish you.”
He thrashes. The friction against my cock makes me groan.
“So youwantto be punished, huh?”
“Fuck you,” he hisses. But I can feel him solid as granite through his jeans. I see it in his blown pupils. Hear it in his harsh pants. He just doesn’t want to give in.
“That’s not a no.”
His nostrils flare. His lips purse.
Spit hits my cheek.
Scooping up the saliva, I ram my wet fingers into his mouth. He gags in surprise, eyes watering as my fingertips rub the back of his tongue. His irises shrink to slim blue and honey rings around pools of black.
“This mouth,” I rasp, slowly pumping my fingers in… and out… in… and out. “The things I wanna do to this filthy mouth. You’ve got no idea.”
The tiniest whimper escapes. I grind against him, drawing out that sound again— a little louder this time.
“Mmm, yeah, you need it bad, don’t you, baby?”
His teeth scrape my knuckles, but I don’t stop fucking my fingers between those glistening lips. Saliva drips from the corners of his mouth, rolling down his chin. Glassy eyes burn with anger, lust and something much deeper than both.
My free hand grasps his waist at the same time I withdraw my fingers.
“You needme.”
A split-second realization crosses his face, but it’s too late. I’ve already flipped him and bent him over the counter. Smashing his cheek into the cool marble, I cover him with my body and reach around to unbutton his jeans.
My breath ghosts his ear. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
He bucks, only succeeding in rubbing his ass all over my crotch. I bite the side of his neck. He howls.
