Bound in Love

Shae Coon

Description

She knows her husband will come for her…but will he be in time?


After years of living in a troubled marriage, Alexis Marron reveals her deepest desires to her husband, Pierce. As they explore the world of domination and submission, a fire explodes between them, and their decaying marriage is reborn—until an old lover returns to claim what he feels has always been his.


Alexis has to keep her family safe, even if that means submitting to the monster in the shadows. She must learn to bend without breaking and trust that her husband will move heaven and earth to bring her back to the safety of his arms.


Pierce must keep his family together until they can safely rescue his wife—but at what cost?


Bound in Love is a full-length standalone novel with cartel members and dark as well as adult content. Please read at your own discretion as some may find the material offensive.

Sujets

• Romance
• Romance érotique
• BD Erotique
• BDSM
• Erotica
• Bondage et discipline, domination et soumission et sado-masochisme
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: 4 Horsemen Publications, Inc.
• Date de parution: 15 mai 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 2
• EAN13: 9781644502518
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Table o f Contents
Prologue
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3
4
5
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8
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10
12
13
14
15
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33
Epilogue
THE END
Controlli ng Assets
Prologue
Shae Coon




Bound In Love
Copyright © 2021 Shae Coon. All rights r eserved.

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Prologue
Alexis
B lood. So much blood. As splatters of the crimson color decorate the concrete, so too does it decorate my skin. The deafening sound of the gun going off was nothing compared to watching my attacker’s forehead explode as the high-caliber bullet pierces his skull. Now his blood paint s my face.
Anyone looking in from the outside would be screaming at me to run, screaming at me to stop being a coward and fight—not knowing that for days, I’ve sat here in my new opulent surroundings and contemplated my escape. I could punch, claw, and bite, but at what cost?
The blood that coats my face shows the cost of crossing my captor. But it’s not the image of my lifeless body that keeps me from fighting th e monster.
No.
It’s the image of the ones I love lying bloody and cold on the ground that keeps me compliant–– his perfect l ittle pet.
If I live to tell my tale of monsters and gilded cages, I will ask those who screamed for me to fight what they would have done. What would they sacrifice for the ones they love?
Most––if not all––would say anything, that they would do anything for their loved ones, but most would be fooling themselves. Because yes, of course, you would give a thirsty man a drink of water if he asked. But what if there was a gun to your head and the soldier told you to leave the parched man? Would you still make the choice to give a thirsty man a drink of water if he asked?
That is my reality. I was given a choice: obey or lose everything I held dear. I made my choice. I chose to obey, and as I stand over the bloody body of my attacker, I make peace with th at choice.
1
Alexis
One mon th earlier
L ying across the couch, I watch as the final dramatic scene of my favorite movie plays out on the larger-than-life flatscreen TV. Standing, I stretch overused muscles and grab the remote to click off the t elevision.
I check the time on my phone and see it’s late. I’m not much of a morning person, especially when I don’t get a full eight hours of sleep, but these quiet times are rare, so I take full advantage.
With a bone-weary yawn, I make my way upstairs to get ready for bed. Suddenly, I’m seized from behind by a pair of robust masculine arms. A hand is placed over my mouth, and his deep voice whispers against my ear. “Don’t make a sound.”
His hold on me tightens, and my back presses deeper against his body, the feel of every dip and groove of his toned torso heating my core. He swiftly turns me to face him, and I can’t help but admire his beauty. His strong, square jaw is covered in a five o’clock shadow, the goatee mixed with shades of gold, browns, and grays. His Romanesque nose, sharp cheekbones, and hypnotic blue eyes framed with slight creases would have any woman drooling with the need for just a touch. But they can’t touch wha t is mine.
With a mischievous grin planted on his pillow-soft lips, Pierce lifts me in his arms, and I cling to him like a lifeline. When we enter our bedroom, Pierce sets me down and slowly turns me away from him. His lips feather over the back of my neck as he shuts and locks the bed room door.
With calloused fingers, he trails a line of fire along my skin as his hands move up my hips to the hem of my shirt. My blood thrills, and my clit begins to pulse at his touch. Grasping the hem of my T-shirt, Pierce relieves me of my top, exposing my bare breasts, and his growl of appreciation has my nipple s peaking.
Unbridled need courses through my body as he walks me forward to our bed, my back still pressed to his front. My nipples turn diamond-hard as he caresses my breasts before skimming his hands down my stomach with whisper-soft strokes. Pierce explores my shoulders with his lips, and I sigh with each press of his lips against my flesh.
“Your body is incredible,” he says, his hands never ceasing their exploration. “Soft, sensual, and too damn tempting.”
My cheeks flush at the compliment, and my heart quickens as his lips slowly venture back to the nape of my neck, then to my earlobe, where he nibbles. I have been perfectly content with just letting him touch and explore, but now I need to touch. Reaching behind me, I grip the back of his neck, bringing him closer, then glide my hands up to his shaggy, dark blond locks and grip the silk y strands.
When I tug a little harder, he sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck, the things you do to me,” he breathes. “I’m going to make you come over and over again.” He removes my hands from his hair and gently presses a hand to my back, bending me over, my hands on the edge of the bed. His hands glide along my spine down to the waist of my leggings, where he slowly removes them, dragging my panties with them.
“What are you goi—” My question is halted by his calloused hand kneading my ass. My eyes roll back in my head at his touch, and I feel my arousal begin to drip down my thighs.
“Shhh. No talking.” His command is gentle and sets my blood on fire, and my body begins to quake with want.
But that want turns to violent need when his hand lands hard on my ass. The sting of his palm has a moan escaping my lips and my sex clenching, grasping at nothing but wanting his cock. Pierce lightly runs his short blunt nails down the stinging skin of my ass, and I hiss at the fire it creates along my heated flesh. Before the warmth of his touch has receded, he lands not two, but three mo re smacks.
My breathing becomes erratic, and when I wait for another smack instead, I feel him kneel behind me, and his lips press gently against the flaming skin of my rear. “Pierce. Please,” I plead, and he answers with another hand coming down on my ass—a reminder of who’s i n control.
“Are you disobeying me, Alexis? Should I make the road to satisfaction longer?” I open my mouth to answer but catch myself just in time. “Good girl,” he praises, and I’m rewarded for my obedience with the warmth of his tongue as he gives my clit a long, leisure ly stroke.
Shockwaves course through my body, making my tender nipples painfully erect. Tongue still swirling around my clit, he enters me with two strong fingers, curling them just right and hitting a spot that has my toes curling into the carpet. My core tightens around his fingers, my orgasm close. My body shakes with barely held restraint, and my struggling only seems to spur him on as he teases my clit with his expe rt tongue.
“You taste so good. So sweet. I could feast on you all night,” he moans, his voice hoarse and full of lust. My skin erupts with little sparks of pleasure as he continues his assault on my clit, and too soon, my climax rips through me. Fisting my hands in the bedsheets, I attempt to keep myself upright as the intense pleasure takes hold o f my body.
I’m coming down from my orgasmic high when Pierce hums his satisfaction, blowing cool air on my tender clit before standing and lowering his zipper. Heat radiates from his chest as he leans over and whispers, “Now it’s time to see how sore I can make that beautiful pussy of yours.” He runs the head of his cock over my swollen clit before entering me excruciatingly slowly. My vision blurs, and a shiver runs along my spine.
Only once he’s filled me to the hilt do I hear the ragged breaths he takes, the only indication that he’s just as much on the edge as I am. “You won’t be able to keep quiet while I take you, so I’m giving you permission to speak, moan, and scream.” He nips my earlobe. “As long as my name is on your lips whe n you do.”
A year ago, I would have stood up and told him where he could shove his “permission,” but not now. Not when he’s filling me so completely, making my knees weak. With his firm grip on my hips, I submit to the feeling of being completely and utterly dominated. I submit to him and the pleasure he brings me.
He begins to give me slow, shallow thrusts, pulling out to just the tip. I whimper at each glide of his cock, needing him to go faster, harder. Deeper. “Pierce, please. Please, I need more. I need—” My plea dies on my lips when he swivels his hips, hitting that spot that only he can find. It’s too much, too much sensation, too much . . . everything. Goosebumps rise on my skin, and my breaths bec ome gasps.
“Damn, Alexis, you’re so responsive, baby,” he praises. “I’