Page 63 of Bought By the Ruthless Pakhan

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, steadied my voice, and spoke toward the door.

"Chris, I'm fine. Go back to bed."

"But—"

I raised my voice. "Please."

The hallway went quiet for two seconds, then Chris spoke again.

"Okay, but call me if you need anything. I'm in Alex's room."

"Okay."

Of course I couldn't call him. I was a prisoner now, bound and helpless.

Ivan started moving, each thrust hitting deep, striking my most sensitive spot. The handcuffs rattled with every movement, that sound impossibly erotic. I could feel how completely he controlled me, and that knowledge made me even more excited, my walls clenching involuntarily, gripping him tight.

"Kitten," he bit my shoulder, "who's better? Me or him?"

I bit my lip hard, refusing to answer. Refusing to give him that satisfaction.

His hand came down on my ass—not the brutal crack of his palm, but the sharp kiss of leather. The belt.

"I asked you a question."

The sting bloomed across my skin, hot and bright. I gasped, my body jerking against the restraints, but I kept my mouth shut.

"Nothing to say?" His voice was dark amusement. "That's okay, baby. Your body's already telling me everything."

He punctuated the words with another stroke of the belt, this time across the curve of my thigh. I whimpered, my pussy clenching around him involuntarily.

"Feel that?" He ground deeper, holding himself there. "So fucking tight. Squeezing me like you never want to let go. But you're not talking, are you? Stubborn little thing."

He pulled out almost completely, and I hated the empty feeling, hated how my body tried to follow him. Then he slammed back in, brutal and perfect, and I couldn't stop the cry that tore from my throat.

"That's it. Make those pretty sounds for me." His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back, exposing my throat. "But you still won't answer? Fine. Let's try something else."

He pulled out completely. I whined at the loss, and his laugh was low and wicked.

"Turn over."

The handcuffs bit into my wrists as I struggled to obey, the chain tangling for a moment before I managed to flip onto my stomach. He yanked my hips up, forcing me into an arch, ass in the air, face pressed into the pillow.

"There we go. Much better view." His palm smoothed over the welts the belt had left, and I shivered. "You look so good marked up, baby. So fucking good."

The belt cracked again, harder this time, right across both cheeks. I screamed into the pillow.

"Shh, shh. Can't wake up Chris, remember?" His hand wrapped around my throat from behind, not squeezing, just holding. A reminder. "Unless you want him to hear how well youtake my cock? Want him to know how you spread your legs for me every single time?"

"No," I gasped. The first word I'd spoken since his question.

"No?" He pushed back inside, agonizingly slow. "No, what? No, you don't want him to hear? Or no, he's not as good as me?"

Bastard. Fucking bastard.

I stayed silent, and he laughed again.

"Okay, kitten. You want to play? We'll play."