Forced Bonds (The Bonds That Tie, #4)

by J. Bree

“I’m going to fuck you here, and you’re going to watch me take you. You’re going to watch every last thing I do to you.”

I come again, my mind splintering apart at his rough treatment because I know that sometimes worship looks like degradation and, fuck, I crave it.

North might be all about keeping me happy and child-free, but his bond has other plans. Note to self: keep North’s bond away from my prescription.

I’ve trained them well over the years, a desolate and disturbing childhood has channeled that need, and it’s like second nature for them all to follow my every command. Azrael, even with his recent rebellion of fawning all over the girl, will jump at any direction he’s given. I will never be helpless again.

“Let’s leave Sawyer to his creeper ways, Bond. I have something I want to show you.” We leave together to the sound of Sawyer calling out, “Spoiler alert! It’s his dick!”

Because like you said, trauma is hard, and you don’t get much more traumatized than Nox Draven.

I’ll see you in the next life, Bonded. Maybe I can love you right there.