The protest vanished as he thrust into me in one violent stroke. I rose onto my toes to take him, the stretch ripping a broken moan from my throat. He adjusted his stance, bending just enough to bury himself deeper, hips snapping forward with ruthless control.
I choked on my moan.
Still bound, he looped the chain of the cuffs around my throat—using it like a leash to yank me back onto his cock with everypunishing thrust. My fingers clutched the cold steel at my neck, holding on for dear life as he dragged me against him.
“You don’t bind an animal like me, get me worked up, and think I’ll just… behave.”
I moaned louder as his cock slammed into me again, deeper, harder. My legs buckled and he caught me, holding me there with the weight of his body, the cold steel of the cuffs dragging me back into his heat.
“I was trying to be good,” he whispered, cock dragging deep. “But fuck—I’m not built for submission.Let me show you what I’m good at instead.”
I couldn’t answer. I was dissolving against the wall, coming apart with every wet, filthy slap, the clink of metal mixing with his thrusts.
“Remember, Malaya,” he said, voice low and lethal, fucking me harder. “I’ll break every bed you ever try to leave me in.”
Then—with one final, ragged thrust—he lifted his hands from where the cuffs had been wrapped around my throat, releasing the pressure without letting me go.
Still restrained, still wild, he turned me around before I could react and pinned me again—this time facing him, my back hitting the wall, breath stolen.
He leaned in to kiss me.
I shoved him hard, palm flat to his chest. “You think that’s enough to earn me back?”
His eyes blackened, but I was already twisting away, already moving fast down the hallway. I loved the game. Loved the chase. Loved making him suffer for what he’d done.
I made it to the living room before his footsteps thundered behind me.
He caught me—one hand wrapping around my throat, the other gripping the back of my neck—and shoved me down.
“On your knees,” he ordered, voice low and lethal.
I obeyed, heartbeat slamming, knees hitting the floor.
“Now all fours.”
I dropped my hands to the floor, ass in the air—but the moment he moved behind me, I bolted forward fast, just to torment him.
He growled and caught my hips, dragging me back against him.
My knees scraped on the floor, stinging from the force, but I didn’t care. I was soaked, swollen, throbbing with need.
He pushed into me again, bare and brutal, filling me in one ruthless thrust.
“Fuck,” I gasped, collapsing forward on my hands.
He didn’t let up. He fucked me harder, faster, hips snapping with punishing force. His fingers dug into my hips so deep I knew I’d bruise tomorrow.
“You like this, Malaya?” he grunted, voice shredded. “Like making me hunt you? Like making me lose my fucking mind?”
I was delirious with pleasure now. Wet, aching, ruined. My body shook, my mind slipping. Everything blurred but the feeling of him inside me.
I shattered—moaning loud, legs trembling, as I came around him, pulsing hard. My cunt throbbed around his cock, clenching in desperate waves that refused to stop. The pressure of him inside me felt unbearable and perfect, heat blooming through every muscle.
“That’s right—good fucking girl,” he growled.
My arms gave out completely and I face-planted against the floor.
But he wasn’t done.
