The Bonds That Break Us (Bound by Blood #2)

by Erin Mainord

“There are three things you’re going to learn tonight, little witch. One, I’m the only one that touches your sweet pussy. Two, death will find anyone that ever tries to touch what I am about to claim. And three,” he moves his hand to grab my jaw, “you’re going to learn just how long you can hold your breath.” Sin plunges his cock into my mouth. He’s anything but gentle this time as the hand in my hair tugs and twists, my jaw straining to open wide enough to welcome his girth. I never lower my eyes from his, watching as he drops the hand on my face to his side, his stance slightly reclined as he guides my mouth up and down his shaft. I raise a hand to wrap around him, but it halts mid-air. Half a second later, both my arms are swept behind my back, and a pair of phantom manacles bind my wrists, anchored into the tree behind me. A devious smile blooms across his face as he takes in the realization on mine, undoubtedly noting the scent of my arousal deepening with the awareness that I am now at his mercy. The Black Art is known for many things, but mercy has never been one of them. His cock grows impossibly larger as he beholds me on my knees before him, my breasts heaving with faltered breath. His thrusts deepen, seating himself all the way until his tip touches my throat, again and again. “Just like that, love. You’re so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” Tears prick my eyes, and one trails down my cheek, my jaw