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Makros crouched beside her, watching her face twist with each thrust. He gripped her chin, forcing her dazed eyes to meet his.

"You'll take it like the good pet you are," he murmured, running a thumb over her spit-slicked lips. "And when I'm done, I'll ruin you myself."

The machine worked her mercilessly, each thrust driving deeper, dragging her closer to the edge. Her muffled cries filled the room, her body writhing as best as the restraints allowed. Makros watched, his cock straining against his pants, utterly enthralled by the sight of her unraveling.

"Such a desperate little thing," he taunted, dragging his fingers along her trembling thigh. "Does it feel good? Having no control?"

She could only moan in response, her eyes fluttering shut as her body clenched around the relentless toy. He let her ride that edge for a while, letting pleasure build until she was barely holding on. Then—he turned it off.

Leila let out a choked, muffled sob, her body shaking.

Makros chuckled darkly. "Oh no,wifey. You don't come until I say so."

He reached for the knots, undoing the bindings at her wrists first. Her arms dropped limply to her sides, her body slack against the cross. He caught her before she collapsed completely, his hands gripping her waist. The moment her feet touched the ground, she wobbled, barely able to stand.

"On your knees." His voice left no room for argument.

She sank down, her head swimming, her pulse hammering in anticipation.

Makros unbuckled his belt slowly, savoring the way her eyes followed his movements, still hazy with need. He freed himself, stroking his thick length as he stepped closer, towering over her.

"Open wide, pet," he ordered, sliding the gag from her mouth. "You've been drooling long enough. Time to put that pretty mouth to work."

She obeyed instantly, her lips parting as he pushed past them, filling her completely.

And he intended to keep his promise—he would ruin her, thoroughly.

Makros gripped the sides of her face, holding her still as he slid deeper, groaning as her warm mouth stretched around him. Her tongue flattened against the underside of his cock, her lips sealing tightly as she took him in.

"That's it," he murmured, his fingers tightening in her hair. "So fucking good for me."

He rocked his hips slowly at first, savoring the feel of her before pushing further, making her gag. She didn't pull back. Instead, she hollowed her cheeks, eager to take more. The sight sent a rush of heat through him, his control slipping as he fucked her mouth with more force.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, spit dripping down her chin, but she took it all, her nails digging into her thighs as she fought the urge to touch him. Makros chuckled, watching her struggle.

"You want to touch me, don't you?" he taunted, dragging his thumb over her cheek. "Too bad. You stay right there, on your knees, until I decide otherwise."

He pulled out abruptly, leaving her gasping, her chest heaving. But before she could fully recover, he yanked her up, turned her around, and bent her over the nearby table.

Leila barely had a moment to brace herself before she felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against her entrance.

"No more teasing," Makros growled. "I'm going to ruin you now, just like I promised."

He drove into her, hard and deep, stealing the breath from her lungs.

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Bound for Him

LEILA'S POV

I woke up, my hand automatically reaching out to the other side of the bed just to be greeted with an empty space beside me.

It wasn't really surprising, though. Makros most of the time was always active before I even opened my eyes. For a woman who was forced into marriage by her family's assassin, I think I sleep too soundly. I wonder why. Maybe it was because, time and time again, Makros had demonstrated that he would never harm me—well, not unless, that is, it was part of his sex punishments for something which I had or hadn't done. A wry smile played on my lips at memories of his punishment, threatening me like a dirty little whore, just the way I liked to be punished.

I sat up slowly, allowing the silence to fill around me. I gazed at his side of the bed and picked up his pillow burying my face in it, inhaling his smell.

"Makros." I called the name twice. I waited to hear a reply, but nothing.