Bound (A Faery Story 1)

r, but his mind was caught in a punishing trap.

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She had run because he had been too rough with her. She had

given him a second chance after he’d treated her horribly in the arena,

and what had he done? He’d spread her legs painfully wide and

shoved into her as hard and long as he could. He’d covered her with

his heavy body and forced her to take all of him. She was so small,

yet he’d pushed himself in, all the way to his balls. It had probably

hurt. She’d said she liked it, but he knew the truth.

He’d known that his compulsions were perverse since he was

sixteen years old. He’d had a strong, overwhelming sex drive from the

moment he hit manhood. He had tried to hide it from everyone except

his brother, who matched him. Cian didn’t seem to need the same

things he did, though. Cian could be gentle and sweet with a woman.

Beck needed to bend her to his will. It was his obsession. He thought

he had found a good match in one of his mother’s handmaids. She

was a woman in her early twenties. She didn’t seem to mind when he

ordered her to take his cock in her mouth or spread her legs so he

could look at her pussy. She seemed to like it. His father had found

them just as Beck was discovering the joys of shoving his cock up her

tight little ass. His father had beaten the crap out of him. Then he sat

Beck down to explain a few things to him.

The maid had gone along with him because he was a prince. He

had power over her, and she feared him. Women were fragile

creatures. They required gentleness. Anything else was monstrous. If

they said they liked his rough ways, they were lying to gain his favor.

His father had explained that if he treated his bondmate this way, she

would leave both him and Cian, and he would bring great shame to

his family.