Ruthless King (Dark Syndicate 6)

When he wraps my legs around him, I realize now why he left them free.

He drives into my body, and the powerful sensation of him makes every part of me cry out for more. He gives me more and more, burrowing into me, then he’s pounding hard, so hard I scream out loud.

I want to move and hold on to him, but I can’t do more than I am.

The chains clink and the headboard smashes against the wall as he ravages me, and a firestorm of passion scorches me clean.

When a bone-tingling orgasm cripples me and his cock tenses inside me, I know we’re both going to come.

We do.

We come together, and it feels amazing. He feels amazing.

He mutters a string line of curses in Spanish I just catch over the pounding of my heart in my ears. A thrill of excitement rushes over me at having him come the way he is.

Fuck… this is too much. All of it. My nerves are rattled, and I can’t stabilize them.

Alexandro releases me and drops a kiss to my belly, then he takes off the blindfold.

I rest my head back on the pillows and watch him while I try to catch my breath.

He undoes the restraints and scoops me into his arms.

“Are you okay?”

“I am,” I breathe out. I sound weak, though, and drained.

“I think we should go in the hot tub. That’s fun, too.”

“Then we should definitely do that,” I agree.