Bound for Nirvana: (The Bound Trilogy Book 3) by Kendra Leigh Page A

spiking exhilaration spread like a fire, searing my every nerve until the sensation, combined with the frenzied friction, sent me spiraling into orbit. I came apart around him, his name bursting unintelligibly from my lips and my muscles clenching with the pulsing, shuddering thrill of my orgasm. He slammed into me again and again, and when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he cried out, mercifully reaching his release. The heated sensation of him flooding my sex as he emptied inside me was almost as gratifying as my own release, and the second I knew his ecstasy was complete, my knees buckled beneath me.
    Ethan’s arms flew around my waist, instantly relieving me of my weight. “Steady, baby.” He withdrew, tugging my dress down and hauling me into his arms in one smooth movement.
    Flinging my arms around his neck, I nestled into his shoulder, the warm gentle sensation of his lips on my forehead, tugging my mouth into a satisfied smile. He was back, and I was forgiven—again.

Chapter Five
    Grimacing, I pushed my glass of grapefruit juice across the table away from me; the smell alone was making me feel queasy.
    “Angel, drink your juice,” Ethan instructed without looking up from the document he was perusing.
    This time, I screwed my face up against the brightness of the room and slouched onto the table, laying my cheek against my forearm, eyes closed. “It’s too tart.”
    “You like it tart,” he mumbled.
    “Too much pulp then.”
    Looking up, he placed the document aside. “It’s the same as you always have.” He paused, reaching out to brush the hair from my eyes. “You’re very grumpy this morning. Am I to assume it’s because you have a hangover?”
    “A little one,” I lied. My head was pounding. “I didn’t even have that much to drink,” I lied again.
    He raised a dubious brow. “Baby, I know you have an insatiable appetite for sex, but forcing me to fuck your sassy mouth in the car and then inciting me to spank your tight little ass was definitely alcohol fuelled.”
    A pleasant thud landed heavily in my sex, my lips curling coyly at the memory of last night’s wild activities. I felt naughty. Shifting, I wriggled in my chair, my lip scraping across my teeth as if I were still bathing in the afterglow of my mind-numbing climax and sensational spanking. I was shocked at myself. I’d never envisioned actually enjoying something so brutal.
    Glancing up, I realized my thoughts hadn’t gone unheard. Dark pools of blue gazed at me through hooded lids, as if reading every word that flittered through my wanton mind. I felt like I’d been caught with my hand in my panties and a soft glowing flush spread across my cheeks. Ethan’s eyes narrowed, his eyes flicking to the rock-hard buttons of my nipples as they strained against the luxurious fabric of his shirt—the one he’d worn yesterday.
    “You truly are a dirty, dirty girl, Angelica.”
    “It’s all because of you,” I whispered shyly, looking up through my long lashes.
    “Come here,” he instructed, pushing his chair away from the table.
    Obeying willingly, I stood to move across to him, taking his hand as he pulled me onto his lap to face him. He shifted me back so my ass rested on his lower thighs, my legs straddling him, and slowly ran his hands up my thighs to the hem of the shirt. Lifting the edge slightly, he dipped his chin, as if taking a sly peek at what I was wearing underneath.
    Nothing.
    “Mmm,” Ethan purred in appreciation.
    The gentle thud returned, my sex beginning a steady beating pulse in time with the rise and fall of my chest. Suddenly, his hands disappeared, dipping under the hem of the shirt, his thumb nudging against my clit once. The contact caused me to jerk forwards and my reaction seemed to please him, because he nodded knowingly, as if acquiescing to a silent plea. Then slowly he slid a finger over my opening, swirling it around in the rapidly gathering moisture.
    “You’re soaking, baby.”
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