If anything, Bentley was not done pummeling his wife to be.
Bentley’s eyes still gleamed with that feral hunger as he pulled out of her, his c**k slick and throbbing.
His eyes enjoying the sonorous view of her gaping p***y.
Madison whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her body clenching around nothing exactly, the ache deep in her core screaming for him to fill her again.
For moment, she blamed her hunger for more s*x on her pregnancy hormones.
He wasn’t done—far from it.
With a rough grunt, he shifted, grabbing her wrists in one massive hand, yanking them above her head.
The headboard of the couch—sturdy wood from their makeshift setup—loomed, and he snatched the tie from his discarded shirt nearby, binding her wrists tightly to it. The fabric bit into her skin just enough to sting,
