Bond Betrayed by Chandra Ryan

get away from him, but he wouldn’t let her. He grabbed her hand and followed her up.
    “If it wasn’t about me…”
    She stopped at the door, but refused to look back at him as she said, “It was all about me.” Wanting to throw the door open for effect, she reached out and grabbed the handle only to find it locked. It wasn’t a huge surprise, but it was still disappointing. Crossing her arms over her chest, she turned to face him.
    He slipped the key into the lock and the door opened effortlessly. “So, you wanted—”
    “My head hitting your headboard as you fucked me?” She winked at him, sauntering into his house. “Yes, sir. I most certainly did.” She felt even better as the warmth of irritation slid into the burning heat of desire. Seemed the two emotions were tied together where Isaac Marrow was concerned.
    His sharp intake of breath almost echoed in the silent house, but she refused to acknowledge him. Instead, she exaggerated the roll of her hips as she walked down the hall toward the stairway.
    When she made it to the bottom stair, she looked back only to find him still standing in the opened doorway. “And I was telling the truth that time. I don’t want the bond removed. You can believe me or not, but I’d stay and help even if you released me. In the grand scheme of things, it kind of makes the bond a moot point. At least, it does in my mind.”
    She started up the stairs, taking her time to allow him to catch up. And catch up he did. By the time her foot hit the sixth stair, his arms were wrapped around her waist. He turned her effortlessly and pinned her against the wall.
    “If you, for even a second—”
    Unbelievable! He was about to issue another order. “So help me god, if you finish that sentence…”
    “I couldn’t live with myself if I thought even for a second—”
    “I didn’t want this?” She saw the concern in his eyes and softened. “I trust you Isaac—at least where this is concerned. You’re going to have to trust me.”
    He started to argue with her, but she stopped him with a tentative kiss. She couldn’t remember the last time the thought of sex made her this nervous. Then again, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this honest with her partner. “I want you. Now,” she said, after breaking the kiss. “But if I want you to stop, I won’t have a problem telling you.”
    His kiss was anything but tentative. Filled with longing and desire, it washed away her nervous energy—replacing it with pure heat.
    She’d just surrendered to the kiss completely when it ended, though.
    “What—”
    Her question was interrupted by her own shriek of surprise as he lifted her in his arms and carried her up the remaining stairs.
    “I like the idea of you in my bed. I would never make you hit that lovely head of yours on my headboard, though.”
    Heat coursed through her, warming every inch of her body. Yes. This was how she was supposed to feel. So full of life and energy. She giggled as he threw open the door to his bedroom. And then, after just a few of his large strides, she was laying on his massive bed. “Would you like me to strip for you again?” she asked. “We could pick up where we left off. You know, before you bound me,” she teased.
    “Huh, I seem to remember you holding me at knifepoint shortly thereafter,” he countered. “Not sure I want a repeat.”
    “No knives this time. Bygones?”
    “Most definitely.” All concern was gone from his eyes. It’d been replaced by a feral hunger that stroked her ego until it hummed.
    “No family, no alliances.” It was meant as a reminder, but it came out so weak she wasn’t certain whom she was trying to remind, him or herself.
    “Better off without them, anyway.” He slipped a hand up her skirt and then groaned. “You forgot something this morning.”
    “I didn’t forget anything. It was intentional.” She arched toward the intense pleasure as he ran a finger over her sex and whimpered as