Bound (Mastered 1)

Was she ready to be Ronin Black’s lover?

And the answer came quickly in a mental shout. Yes.

Amery stepped aside.

He scaled the step and stood before her.

A cold blast of air gusted in as she closed the door, sending a shiver through her.

Her shivers intensified when she looked at him. Larger than life but so deadly still. A predator poised to pounce.

“If you get the coat dried off, the leather will probably be fine.” She continued to babble. “You can use my blow-dryer on the lining so it doesn’t get moldy. There are towels in the bathroom upstairs—”

“Amery.”

Just the way he said her name shut her up immediately.

He stepped forward, full of grace and purpose.

She stayed frozen, letting him come to her. Watching the rise and fall of his chest. His strong jaw was set, as was his mouth. When he got close enough she could see his face, the searing heat in his eyes had her backing up a step. Then another.

“Stop.”

She stopped.

“Yes or no.”

Still giving her a choice. Amery barely whispered, “Yes,” and Ronin was on her, his hands on her cheeks, holding her head steady for the onslaught of his kiss.

Her mouth opened to welcome him. She tugged him closer, desperate for body to body contact, craving his passion. But he continued kissing her, holding her head hostage while the rest of her body clamored for more.

Ronin’s kiss was all-consuming. Controlling. Fiery hot.

She slipped her hands inside his coat, digging her fingernails into his pectorals. Wanting to rip the material free so she could feel his heated skin beneath her hands. His mouth dragged her deeper into the kiss, deeper into him. Her pu**y grew slick. Her ni**les hard. Her desire greater.

He released her mouth, and whispered, “What you do to me,” against her throat. “Need you now. Fast and hard. The rest can come after.”

“Yes.”

Ronin’s coat hit the concrete floor with a wet splat. He ditched his T-shirt and unbuckled his belt.

She hooked her fingers into the elastic band of her sweatpants, shedding the sweats and panties. Next came her shirt, and lastly her sports bra.

How she’d managed to get undressed with Ronin mere inches from her surprised her as much as the fact that he was naked too.

“I see you’ve got ninja clothes-removal skills,” she said with a soft purr, finally getting her hands on his bare skin.

“You should’ve seen how fast I put on a condom.”

She stared at him. “You’ve already got a condom on?”

“Yes, because I don’t want to wait. I don’t think I can.” He slapped his hands on her ass and lifted.

Amery wrapped her leg around his hip and he hoisted her up until both legs circled his waist. She clutched his neck as he walked backward. How could he see where they were going with his mouth doing such wickedly naughty things to her ear?

He stopped, pressing her back against the circular staircase. “Reach above you and grab on to the railing.”

“But I want to touch you.”

“You will. But for now, baby, I need you to hang on.”

Her palms bit into the metal as she wrapped her fingers around the thin hand railing. She wasn’t supporting her weight—Ronin’s body bore every bit of that. Seeing the lustful expression as his golden-eyed gaze started at her br**sts and tracked upward, her sex clenched.

He whispered, “Beautiful,” and dragged an openmouthed kiss from the inside of her arm above her armpit to the bend in her elbow.

Amery had no idea that tender section of flesh was an erogenous zone. A soft moan escaped. Each nibble and lick sent a bolt of electricity straight to her pu**y. “Ronin. Please.”

One of his hands slipped between their bodies. He positioned his c**k at her entrance, swirling the head through the thick cream pouring from her. “You’re so ready for me.”

He didn’t have to tell her to keep her gaze locked on his; she couldn’t look away from him. He pushed inside her on a slow, slow, slow glide until his c**k was fully seated.

Amery fought the urge to close her eyes, wanting to savor the connection. The feeling of fullness. The heat and hardness of him finally inside her.

Then his mouth was on hers in a soft kiss as he withdrew. And just as slow as the first thrust was, the second thrust was fast and deep.

She gasped in his mouth as he began to f**k her with hard, steady strokes. Each time he bottomed out, tingles broke out across her body. Her ni**les tightened. Her toes curled. She squeezed her pu**y muscles around his shaft after every upward thrust.

Ronin broke the kiss to demand, “More.”

He’d moved his hands to protect her lower back from slamming into the metal framing of the staircase. His strength was such he kept her from hitting it even as his hips jackhammered into her.

She did close her eyes then and let the reality of the situation sink in. The hottest man she’d ever met was all up in her, driving her to the point of no return, making her body quake.

“I’ve wanted you like this since the moment I saw you,” he growled against her throat. “Sexy spitfire, throwing her pants at me.”

“Ronin.”

“Sassy with a side of sweet obedience.” He nipped her earlobe. “I never had a prayer of staying away from you.”

His words, coupled with the grinding of his pelvis on her clit, worked magic on her and she whimpered.

“You ready to come?”

“Yes.”