Page 87 of Broken & Bound

“Lions don’t wear leashes.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Mine does, or will. And who is Lysander? Is he another cock-craving whore I can add to your list?”

Another round of laughter left his beautifully full lips, and I wanted to kiss him. But kissing him would lead to me wanting his cock.

“We could stop by his shop after, and you can ask him directly if you’d like. I can confidently say he’s never had mine.”

“Whatever,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.

“Keep it up, princess, and it’ll be lesson time again.”

“Lesson time again,” I mocked as I scribbled my signature at the bottom of the last form. “Can you take this up for me? I’m going to lose it.”

I shoved the clipboard at him and ran for the bathroom like a demented demon running from God. His expression shifted from playful to concerned.

The second the door slammed behind me, I dropped to my knees. My stomach rolled. I gagged twice, dry heaved three times, and accomplished absolutely nothing.

My stomach screamed—best we can offer you is suffering. But we’ll make it epic if you don’t mind.

For one ridiculous moment, I wanted to laugh. I squeezed my eyes shut. After another pathetic round of dry heaving, I pushed myself upright and staggered toward the sink.

A knock sounded on the door.

“Princess, are you okay?”

I debated on letting him in, but my mind went into full porn mode and I imagined him taking me from behind right at the sink. The tip of his cock teasing me before he thrust hard into my body.

Closing my eyes, I allowed the thought to form. I could practically hear all the dirty things he’d whisper in my ear. Practically fill the warmth of his cum filling me.

I reached for the handle. Then reality hit. If we fucked, his cum would leak out, coat my knickers and thighs. I pulled back.

Having his cum leaking out of me probably wasn’t the best way to meet this doctor. She would ultimately be the one doing the procedure. That thought cleared away any more visions of being fucked.

I dug into my bag and pulled out my travel toothbrush and brushed my teeth. When I came out, he looked as though he’d aged five years during the three minutes I’d been gone.

“I’m fine.”

His shoulders dropped slightly.

“Your child just hates me, is all.”

The words slipped out before I could stop them. His entire body jerked at my words. Heat flooded my face. I slapped a hand over my mouth.

Had I really just said that out loud?

Wonderful. Not only had the raging hormones turned me into a feral beast in need of a fix every five seconds, but apparently it elevated my status to royal bitch. Pasha stared at me. I wanted to crawl under the nearest chair and hide forever.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “That was uncalled for.”

We took our seats, and the awkward silence stretched between us. One minute passed. Then another. Apparently, that was all Pasha could tolerate.

“To clarify, the receptionist didn’t want my cock. She asked for my autograph. Apparently, her little sister is a huge fan.”

I crossed my arms and huffed. “Oh really? Is that what she went with?”

“You know, not every woman wants to shag me.”

“Liar,” I snarled.