I started removing my clothes. Her eyes followed every piece of fabric I peeled away. She swallowed when my c**k sprang free—hard and waiting.
“The bond makes you mine,” I said. “And it makes me want to f**k you every time I see you.”
“It would be in both our interests if you resisted that urge. We have other things to worry about.”
I climbed onto the bed.
She jumped off the other side.
“What other things?”
“Your father, probably in the next room?”
“Good,” I said. “Let him hear me reclaim what’s mine.”
She ran.
I jumped down and caught her in three steps. Lifted her off the floor like she weighed nothing.
“Why do you run from me when you want this?” I growled.
“I don’t—”
I shoved her against the wall. My fingers found her slick heat.
“Then why are you moist?”
“Sometimes women
