Page 6 of Unbound By You (The Viper’s MC #1)

SILAS

M y cock hardens to a level of painful need I’ve never felt before. I can feel the wet spot from the precum leaking from my tip. Her admission gives me the leverage I’ll need for what comes after tonight. She should have run when she had the chance because I’ll own her. Mind. Body. Soul.

I shove my booted foot between her slightly parted legs to kick them out wider. When she arches her ass out, opening for me, I slide my hand up her right thigh. She shivers in anticipation, and her breathing accelerates with every slow inch I trace of her sensitive skin.

The teasing touch is a balance to the hard hold I have on her head. My fingers slip along her pussy. The wet mess between her folds coats my fingers as I slide the first inside her warm cunt.

Her moans are what wet dreams are made of. They’ll forever be carved on my psyche. She doesn’t whimper when I add a second and then a third, stretching her tight cunt around my thick digits.

When her hips push back into me, seeking more, I pull out.

“Silas, don’t stop,” she cries.

“There will be no stopping, wildcat.” I let the rest of that thought hang between us.

Releasing her head, I spin her around to face me, shoving her back against the wall.

Her head connects with a loud crack, but I’m too consumed by the flush spreading across her cheeks.

I want to see it travel down the rest of her body.

My fingers tighten at the collar, and the sharp rip of fabric echoes in the small bathroom.

Shoving it off her shoulders, my old T-shirt falls to the floor, exposing her beautiful body to me.

“You’re mine,” I growl before slamming my lips onto hers.

It’s all teeth and tongue, wild and ravenous. She gives as good as I take. Her teeth capture my bottom lip and bite down—hard. I taste the metallic tang of blood seeping from the wound and lose it.

Dropping my hands to her ass, I lift her body, and she follows my lead, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist. Her pussy grinds against the desperate bulge in my jeans, searching for friction to get herself off while tragically teasing me by default.

I don’t stop her, watching her chase the high. When her movements turn erratic and her breathing falters, I pull her hips away.

It gives me a reprieve, but her frustrated screams at my choice echo in the bathroom. She shoves against me, trying to free herself from my hold, but that shit isn’t happening. She’ll get what she’s looking for sooner or later.

“How’re you feeling, wildcat?” I ask, tracing my nose up her neck before my teeth dig into the sensitive flesh below her ear.

I show no mercy. She needs to be marked.

This will do until I can work out a permanent solution.

I continue down her neck and onto her chest, leaving blooming bite marks across her skin.

She mewls with every stinging release. Who would have known she’s such a little slut for pain.

I knew I sensed a kindred spirit while watching her work earlier.

The thought makes me bite down harder. The idea that some other motherfucker has seen this crazed and uninhibited look on her face makes me want to murder people.

Because now that she’s mine, there will be no one else. Ever.

“Lay back for me, baby. Hands above your head.” She does as I instruct, not missing a beat from the moment the words come out of my mouth.

She stretches her lithe body across my sheets, her height helping her reach both sides. I walk around to the other edge, near her head, and bend down.

I’m sure she’ll freak out, but I can’t have her running once the demands begin.

I trace my fingers down her left arm, grabbing her wrist that’s casually thrown over the end of the bed.

She doesn't pull away when the cold cuff closes around it.

But she senses the shift in the situation when the second one stops her from sitting up.

“Relax,” I coax.

She doesn’t. Her whole body turns rigid. I shift my plan of heading straight for her ankles that still need to be tied down, and lean across her body, taking a tight pink nipple into my mouth.

The cold metal pierced through it warms as my mouth suctions around it.

My tongue flicks slowly against the firm bud, and she arches up, searching for more.

I move at a glacial pace, tracing my hands across every exposed plane of smooth skin.

My house is cool from being shut up all day, and her skin pebbles with goosebumps.

From the temperature or the teasing, I’ll never know.

I release her nipple with a pop and blow against the wet surface. She shivers and rubs her thighs together.

“Silas, please,” she begs so sweetly.

“Mhmm, I could get used to that.”

Dragging my tongue down her stomach, I switch back to leaving bites across her soft flesh. It drives her wild, and soon, she’s no longer concerned with her captured state. When my tongue runs down her slit, she stills and lifts her head to look at me between her parted thighs.

“I always knew you’d taste divine, wildcat.”

“What?” she squeaks out, eyes growing wide.

“You think I never thought about the taste of your pussy or the way you’d look taking my cock down your throat. But just because I thought it, doesn’t mean it was ever supposed to happen, Harlow.” My tone grows cold as reality sets in.

I spent years staying away from her as much as I could.

I could see the schoolgirl crush she had as she was growing up, but I never broke that boundary.

She was my sister’s best friend and no more than a nuisance as she followed me around whenever I came for a visit.

But the last couple of years, when they’d stop by for a cookout, or I’d drop by over at their place to fix something, the more that bright yellow line that said, ‘Do Not Cross,’ started to disappear.

I’m not a good man who does good things in the world. My hands are stained from the blood of men far worse than me. Blood that deserved to be shed, but that doesn’t matter in a society that doesn’t believe in an eye for an eye.

But I’m not alone, not anymore. She showed me that tonight. My sins are her sins, and I’ll use that information to get everything I want from her.

She’s lost to the pleasure of my tongue hitting everywhere except her swollen clit.

I use the distraction to reach for the left cuff secured to my bed frame.

When I spread her knees wider, opening her pretty pussy, I want to forget all about the cuffs and lose myself between her thighs, but the shift moves her ankle right where I need it to be.

The click of the cuff locking into place stops us both.

She tries to kick against me, but her leg goes nowhere, and that’s when her wrath really sets in.

“What the fuck, Silas? It’s one thing for my wrists, but are you crazy? Undo that shit right now.”

“Can’t do that, baby. Just relax for me.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I plan to.”

She kicks out with her last free limb, which almost connects to my jaw.

I grab hold of her fighting leg; the toned muscles are firm under my hands, but her best efforts aren’t enough with the awkward angle.

Soon, I’ve wrangled her last ankle into place and locked the cuff around it.

Stepping back to appraise my work, I take in her spread body.

She’s fucking beautiful. The lethal glint in her eyes only makes my cock harder.

“Fuck, wildcat. You’re going to be the death of me.”