Page 119 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

“Untie me, Havoc,” Tate growls from where he’s ended up attached to the other hoop. Ezla’s tied him and Tiger so that their hands are secured above their heads, cuffs around their wrists with one long, unbreakable chain leading up from either of them to the headboard.

“No. You did not obey me.”

“That was an impossible task,” he grits out.

Humming, she only flicks his proudly stood-up cock with a nail, provoking him to thrash around like a wild beast in response as he tries to get to her. I’m honestly not sure how the hook and chain is holding him.

“Sit on it. Fuck yourself on my big dick, Havoc,” he demands.

With another humming sound, she says, “No. I do not think I will.”

“Ezzy, noooo! Come back! I’m such a good whore!” Tiger cries as she calmly gets off the bed, dodging the leg Tate tries to wrap around her. The latter is grumbling about “his Havoc trying to escape him” when she heads over to Alby and tuts.

His entire body flushes bright red.

Too mortified by the fact he was caught sneaking a single quarter-of-a-millisecond glance at her during her shower, he doesn’t say a word as Ezla leads him to the opposite side of the bed from Cooper. Heading to the bedside table as he sits down, drawing his knees to his chest, she grabs some rope before moving back over to him and securing him in the same way she did Cooper: hands behind his back and ankles locked together.

Then she turns to me.

“I am not sure if I am happy with you or wanting to hurt you more than the others.”

My lips twitch up at the corners.

Her eyes narrow to slits. “I am aware that you were more than tempted. Multiple times, I thought you were going to give in. However, you remained infuriatingly strong. It is quite insulting.”

I raise a brow. “Are you eager to punish me, Love, or simply mad I didn’t gaze longingly at your naked body like I wanted to?”

“Both,” she replies, eyeing me up and down. “But you were wildly focused on making sure not a speck of dust was left in my bathroom.”

I sober slightly. Softer than my previous words, I tell her, “I just wanted to make sure there was nothing you could accidentally cut yourself on. You deserve nothing less than perfection, and I wasn’t about to leave anything there to nick you. Even that would be painful to witness.”

Her nose wrinkles. “That was sickeningly sweet. I am not sure how I feel about it.”

“Fucker,” Tate hisses at me, chain clanking. “I was doing the same. Most of us can multitask, Havoc. He should be the one chained up.”

“Careful, my beast,” Ezla drawls. “Your jealousy is showing.”

He grumbles under his breath.

Fixing her attention back on me, Ezla advances, hips swaying as she prowls closer. “Hmmm . . . Is there something you would like?”

My heart stutters. Wetting my dry lips, I ask carefully, “What . . . what do you mean?”

“I will reward you. I am aiming to maintain obedience, after all. This should encourage my other Bonds to behave in the future, even if I do so love the way you are all wonderfully greedy for me.”

“Can’t fuckin’ behave around you, Havoc.”

“That is a shame,” she muses absently.

She doesn’t mean that one bit.

“So?” Ezla prompts as she stops before me. My entire body tingles at her proximity. “What would you like?”

Clearing my throat, it does nothing to remove the roughness from my answer: “You. Just you.” I can’t deny my hands’ need to feel her warm skin against them, and I reach for her, gently placing my palms against the dip of her waist. Drawing her in, I breathe, “Let me make love to you, Ezla.”

She doesn’t stiffen in my arms. Not at all.

My heart aches in the best kind of way.