Page 57 of Desperate Victory

I was well and truly tied up. I don’t think I’d ever been this turned on before and he wasn’t teasing or touching me more than necessary. Yet my cunt was soaking and I hadn’t missed his happy little sound when he’d had his hands between my legs.

The scent was also unmistakable. If my nose wasn’t wrong, he was no less turned on than I was. “You… look exquisite like this, Lainey B.” The sheer pleasure in his voice sent hot tears to my eyes. “Perfection. Lovely. Powerful. Sweet. Utterly mine in every way… mine to love, mine to serve, and mine to enjoy.”

My throat convulsed as he nuzzled kisses to my breasts. I was the perfect captive audience, upon which he lavished praise and adoration. He punctuated his kisses with nips, scrapes of his teeth, and long drawn out suction that sent pulses of pure need to my cunt.

A groan escaped him as he traced kisses against my shoulders, as he moved around behind me. The beauty of this was I had no control, none, and yet I wasn’t worried. Bodhi had me. He would let nothing happen to me.

Well, nothing we both didn’t want to have happen.

“Do you know the sound you will make for stop?” He asked, wrapping himself around me. The weight of his cock was right there against my ass. Oh, someone was as naked as I was and I’d missed it.

That was all right. This was what he needed.

I had thought about the sound I would make, but now, all the thoughts fled at the contact of his kisses along my shoulder. Then he rubbed his cheek and the hint of stubble there sent electric pulses through me. The prickles of contact skating over my skin and through my blood.

The ball gag made me drool more, but frankly I didn’t care. I trilled a sound, it was lower, and vibrated from my throat. It wasn’t a sound of a cry or a scream. It wasn’t even a moan. It was a far more deliberate noise.

“Oh,” he said, exhaling the syllable like it was everything he needed. “I like that… excellent. If you want me to stop, make that sound…”

I didn’t even get to acknowledge it when there was a sudden hoisting and I wasn’t on the bed anymore. Suddenly, all his loops and ties made sense. He was suspending me, like the exhibits in the museum tonight.

Suspended for his pleasure.

For mine.

The trembling came from my core, and the first brush of his cock had me moaning.

“Yes,” he whispered. “Just like that… Mine to wreck, and to use, until we’re both spent.”

Then he thrust inside of me and the wracking orgasm took over. Thoughts scattered, obliterated in a wave of pure white bliss.

Everything honed down to the place where his body filled mine and to where he anchored me to the earth with his hands on my hips.

Flying… this was what it was like.

I was flying.

And Bodhi was soaring with me.

Chapter

Eighteen

EZRA

The planning session with the Vandals went late into the night, continuing well after Bodhi notified us that he and Lainey weren’t returning to the penthouse. My reaction? Lucky bastard.

Adam’s response surprised me more, honestly. He just lifted his chin in acknowledgement when Milo shared the info with us quietly. While I might be the more impulsive of us, Adam definitely had the worst temper. When it came to Lainey, he’d never been reasonable.

Never.

The fact neither of us experienced immediate jealousy or irritation stunned me when it sank in. Maybe he did get a twinge and was better at hiding it than I was, or maybe he didn’t.

The thing was… my kotyonok was with Bodhi. No, she wasn’t where I could see or touch her, but she was with someone who would not hesitate to kill in her defense. He would protect her. She was safe.

Surety in that knowledge relaxed the tension in my lower spine. Dismissing the urge to get a drink, I settled for coffee and followed it with water. Eventually, the Vandals were wrapping it up and preparing to go.

“I’m going back with them tonight,” Milo said as the others left and he dragged on his jacket. “I’ll be back in the morning.” He glanced toward the door, and said, “I’ll be out in a sec.”