Derision (The Broken Bonds 7)

But soon, all sensation stops as Chase hauls Mason against the brick wall. “You fucking test my authority?” His voice is a harsh boom, silencing all other sound.

I yank at my restraints, panic alive and coursing. The abrupt cutoff clips my orgasm short, sending a shockwave of pain between my legs. So piercing and demanding, I barely hear Chase order everyone out.

“Now,” he says, the deep timber of his voice traveling around the small nook.

My pulse pounds loud in my ears, my arms straining as I reel back. Gannet obeys, pulling out of the woman, but his eyes stay on my trembling body as he wraps his hand around his cock and spurts over her ass.

He gives me a wink, sending a chill along my skin. He then puts himself away and yanks the girl up to stand by her arm. “This is out of order,” he says to Chase as he buckles his belt. “Go,” he orders his sub, and she obeys quickly, leaving the room without cleaning herself off.

Chase appears in my vision, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Jaw set, eyes steely, he says, “I make the orders. This? All this? Is my law.”

Gannet shrugs a shoulder, his demeanor too nonchalant for the tension strangling this room. “Mason is a beast. You know this. But is a cunt really worth the discord that will follow?”

For a brief second, Chase’s eyes land on me and his mouth hardens. When he returns his gaze to his named partner, he says, “Get out.”

The stare off between them lasts only a few seconds, but it feels as if time stretches out endlessly before Gannet takes his leave. I’ve forgotten all about Wells and the other woman until I feel the brush of fingers along my spine. Unsure if it’s his hand or hers, I remain silent, not wanting to alert Chase.

Wells slinks past Chase, nodding his head as he departs between the black curtains, the brunette’s head bowed as she trails behind him.

Within the same beat, Chase releases a low growl and storms toward me. Rage simmers in the depths of his eyes, stealing the breath from my lungs. “On your knees,” he demands as he unhooks the main chain, freeing my arms.

My still-bound wrists drop, my muscles aching and nearly causing me to cry out. I swallow it back. Only I don’t move fast enough for his liking, and he snaps the link of chain taut, hauling me forward.

He tugs the chain down, forcing my body to conform. I get to my knees before the fire seething in his eyes can scorch me.

“I understand why they’re testing me,” he says, his hands making quick work of his buckle. The sharp ring of his belt sliding through the loops caresses my skin with a ruthless promise as he rips it free. “But you? I think you’re trying to fuck with my head.”

I attempt to shake my head, but it’s useless. He’s already lowering his pants, not even taking them all the way down before he grabs the chain again and pulls, forcing my arms and head against the platform.

It’s in this position that the ache between my thighs becomes intolerable. I whimper as he presses his palm against my back, pushing me farther down. “I have no choice but to finish you off. But that’s what you want—that’s why you torment me.”

“Chase…”

Edging up behind me, he digs his fingers into the soft skin of my behind, aggressively lifting my ass up toward him. “You better call me Master, Alexis. Or I’ll take no mercy. I’ll brutalize your wanting ass the way it needs to be fucked.”

There’s no humor in his tone, no hint that this is in any way a game. He’s bent on m

aking me feel every bit of scorn he just suffered. Which is somehow my doing.

My breath saws in and out of my lungs, the short span of space between my face and the floor too hot, too stifling. Then I do cry out as Chase spears into me without warning. He fills me completely, not stopping until his pelvis slaps my ass.

“Fucking hell,” he grates. “Your cunt is so fucking wet.” He slaps a cheek, making me buck. “Did you rain for those bastards?”

My lips move, but no words leave my mouth.

His pelvis connects with my ass again, triggering a reflex that nearly pushes the anal plug out. But just as quickly, his palm covers the jewel. “Answer,” he snaps.

“No,” I say. “I didn’t.”

“Damn right you didn’t.” He pulls out, then slams back inside, deeper. “You only rain for me. Did you get off on him touching you?” He follows his invasive question with a long, hard thrust.

“No,” I say, my voice breathy as I accept the fucking. “I only want you.”

He grunts as he delivers another savage thrust. “I should’ve broken his fucking hand.”

It goes on like this. Him demanding answers. Me reassuring that I belong to him. He fucks me until I’m shaking, my arms barely supporting my weight, the chains cutting into my wrists.

I suffer a violent orgasm that levels me, his ruthless thrusts never letting up as my body seizes, then he rips out of me and slaps my pussy, sending a tremor ricocheting through me. As he removes the plug, I bite down on my lip. The loss of pressure feels so good I almost cry from the sensation.