Page 35 of Sin Bin Bully

Deciding I've had enough, I head for the door. My legs feel tense, my muscles spasming a little from the intensity of my work, but there's a different tension coiling in my gut now. One that won't be satisfied by mere exercise.

I stride down the hallway, my footsteps echoing in the empty space. As I round the corner, I catch sight of Kim's door. It's slightly ajar, and through the crack, I see her.

She's standing there, half-dressed, her back to me. The smooth expanse of her skin gleams in the soft light, and I can'ttear my eyes away. My breath catches in my throat, and I feel myself get even fucking harder. My cock is pulsing now with a need that stops me from being able to think straight.

Kim must sense my presence because she turns, her eyes widening as they meet mine. For a moment, we're frozen, caught in this charged moment.

I stride into the room, my eyes locked onto Kim. She's standing by the window, the sunlight casting a warm glow on her skin. Her eyes widen as I approach, but she doesn't back down. That fire in her eyes—it only makes me want her more.

"Sam, don't—" she starts, but I cut her off, pulling her into me. Her body is tense, resistant. I can feel the heat of her, the pounding of her heart against my chest.

"You're mine, Kim," I murmur, my lips brushing against hers. She turns her head, avoiding the kiss, so I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me. "You know it. I know it. It's time you stopped fighting it."

She struggles, pushing against my chest. "Let go of me, Sam." Her voice is steady, but I can see the pulse in her neck quickening. She's affected, whether she wants to admit it or not.

I laugh, a low sound in my throat. "Not a chance, little dancer." I lean in, capturing her mouth with mine. She tries to bite me, but I just press harder, my hands roaming over her body. She's wearing one of the outfits I bought her, a silky little number that does nothing to hide her curves.

She squirms, trying to break free, so I wrap a hand around her throat, applying just enough pressure to still her. Her eyes flash with anger and something else—desire. Her breath hitches, her pupils dilate.

She likes this, even if she won't admit it.

"You feel that, don't you?" I whisper, my lips against her ear. "I bet you are getting fucking wet right now, aren't you? Youcan't fight it, Kim. You're mine. You'll always be mine. And you want me."

She swallows hard, her throat moving under my hand. "Fuck you, Sam," she rasps, but her voice lacks conviction.

I chuckle, my thumb stroking the soft skin of her neck. "Oh, I'll be glad to let you, little dancer. But first, you need to understand who's in charge here." I tighten my grip slightly, feeling her pulse race. "And it's not you."

Her hands, which had been pushing against my chest, slowly slide up to grasp my wrists. She's not pulling me away, just holding on. Her breath comes in quick gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She's turned on, and she can't hide it.

I release her throat, trailing my fingers down her collarbone, over the swell of her breasts. Her nipples harden under the thin fabric, and she shivers. I smirk, knowing I'm right. She wants this. She wants me.

But she's not ready to admit it yet. And that's okay. I can wait. I can be patient.

Because in the end, she'll be mine. Completely. Irrevocably. Mine.

Instead of pushing further, I step back. Her lips part, disappointment, anger, and confusion warring on her features. It makes a grin pull at my lips, and as the anger wings over, I turn and leave her room.

By the time I make it to my room, I'm nearly out of my mind, the tension coiling tighter with every step. The image of Kim, half-dressed and defiant, burns in my mind. My hand slides down, gripping myself through my shorts. Fuck, I need her.

Slamming the door behind me, I strip off my sweat-soaked clothes. My skin feels too tight, too hot. I fall onto the bed, my hand already working.

In my mind, Kim's here. She's wearing that silky little number, the one that clings to every curve. But this time, she's not fighting me. No, she's begging for it.

"Please, Sam," I imagine her saying, those full lips parted. "I need you."

I groan, my hand moving faster. In my fantasy, I rip that flimsy fabric off her, revealing all that smooth, dark skin. She arches into me, her nails raking down my back.

"You're mine," I growl, both in my head and out loud. "Say it."

Fantasy Kim moans. "I'm yours, Sam. Only yours."

I flip her over in my mind, entering her roughly. She cries out, but it's pleasure, not pain. She moves with me, matching my rhythm perfectly.

"Fuck, Kim," I pant, my hand a blur now. I'm close, so close.

In my head, she turns to look at me over her shoulder, those big brown eyes dark with lust. "Come for me, Sam," she purrs.

That does it. I come with a shout, Kim's name on my lips. For a moment, everything goes white.