Chapter 27 Bound and Unbroken
Killian’s POV
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I roll into the clubhouse lot, the engine’s rumble fading into the thick summer air. I half expect Valentina to burst out the front door, wild grin on her lips, arms open for me. Instead, it’s Gia who comes tearing down the steps, laughter bubbling up as she throws herself into Slate’s waiting arms. The sight twists something sharp in my chest-envy, raw and bright. I want that. I want Valentina’s eyes locked on me, her body pressed to mine, as if the rest of the world can burn.
I step off my bike, boots heavy on the asphalt, and force myself to keep my cool. “Where’s Valentina?” I ask, voice casual even as my heart kicks in my chest.
Gia just smirks, eyes sparkling with mischief. “She said you’ll have to find her yourself.”
So that’s the game. Fine. Nobody plays harder than me. Anticipation thrums through my veins, already picturing how this will end-her breathless beneath me, begging, my name on her lips.
I take my time, deliberately slow as I stow my helmet and shrug off my cut. The afternoon sun glints off the chrome, and the air inside the clubhouse is thick with barbecue smoke and laughter. I make a show of moving through the common room, boots thudding against the hardwood. I want her to hear me coming, want her body to tense and shiver with every step I take.
The kitchen is empty, just the lingering scent of coffee and the low hum of the fridge. I help myself to a cold bottle of water, the glass sweating in my grip. I drain it in a few long gulps, letting the cold cut through the heat building inside me. Then I set the bottle down with a decisive clink and stalk down the hallway, each step ringing out-deliberate, a promise.
At our door, I pause, pressing my thumb to the keypad. The lock clicks open, and I ease the door inward with my boot. The sight inside hits me like a punch to the gut.
Valentina is spread out on the bed, every inch of her offered up for me. Her wrists are tied to the headboard, ankles bound to the posts, her body stretched and arched by a thick pillow propping up her hips. A crimson silk blindfold covers her eyes, her chest rising and falling in shallow, ragged breaths. Even from here, I can see the glisten of her arousal, slick and shining between her thighs.
I set my bag down silently and peel off my boots, letting them fall with a heavy thud. My hands move almost automatically-unbuckling my belt, shoving down my jeans, stripping away my shirt until I’m bare. I pause for a moment, just to watch her, taking in the way her muscles tense and relax, the way her nipples pebble in the cool air. Her breath hitches, as if she can sense me looking.
Without a word, I slip into the bathroom and turn the shower on full blast. The sound must confuse her -her breathing stills, her entire body going tight with anticipation. I make it quick, scrubbing the road dust from my skin, never taking my mind off the woman tied to my bed. Six days without her feels like a fucking eternity, and I’m starving.
I towel off in record time, brush my teeth, and step back into the bedroom. The air is thick with her scent-spice and sweat and pure, desperate need. She’s trembling now, straining against her bonds, lips parted in silent plea.
Finally, I speak, my voice a low growl. “So, you thought you’d go after an entire motherfucking MC while I was gone. Did you know the Devils Sons and the Marauders would be out too, or was that just luck?”
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Her head shifts toward the sound, voice clear despite the blindfold and bonds. “I overheard Blaise and Medic talking about the bike meet. They said the other clubs were heading out to secure their booths. Gia and I figured it was the perfect time. Less heat, less backup.”
I circle the bed, letting my gaze linger on every exposed inch of her. “And if your plan had blown up in your face? If you’d gotten caught?”
She laughs softly, defiant. “You know I’m not some helpless girl, Killian. I’m trained for this. I know exactly what I’m doing.”
My eyes never leave her ass-round, high, perfect. I don’t warn her. My hand comes down, sharp and sudden, on her right cheek. She cries out, surprise and pain blending in her voice. The print of my palm blooms red against her skin, and my cock throbs at the sight. I deliver another smack to her left, and
this time she moans, the sound full of heat.
I rub her bruised skin, soothing, then lean in to press my tongue against the warmth I left behind. Her juices drip steadily down her thighs, every inch of her screaming for more. She writhes, trying to guide me where she needs me, but I take my time, kissing and licking everywhere but her center. Her frustration is a living thing, filling the room.
I climb onto the bed, straddling behind her, letting my chest rest against her back. I slide my cock between her folds, teasing, slicking myself with her arousal but refusing to push inside.
“You’re reckless, angel,” I murmur, voice rough. “I know you can handle yourself, Valentina. That doesn’t mean you get to make me worry without consequences. You could’ve given me a heads-up.”
She arches, fighting the ropes. “Plausible deniability, remember?” Her voice is breathless, on edge. She lives for the game, for this tension. I speed up my thrusts between her lips, pushing her closer, making her moan and writhe. Just as she’s about to shatter, I pull away, leaving her gasping.
“No!” she shouts, desperate, angry.
I can’t help the dark chuckle that escapes me. “You don’t get to come yet, baby.”
“Killian!” Her voice cracks, pleading.
I kneel behind her and take her ass in both hands, squeezing hard, then deliver five sharp spanks to each cheek, pausing to rub slow, soothing circles after every smack. By the time I finish, she’s shaking, tears leaking from beneath the blindfold, her body a trembling mess of need and pain and want. I press soft kisses to her heated skin, then bury my face between her thighs, devouring her. My tongue works her mercilessly-fast, deep, relentless—until her legs begin to tremble and her sobs turn frantic… and then I stop again, pulling away as she screams in frustration.
“Please, Killian, please let me come,” she sobs, her voice raw and honest, stripped bare.
“You beg so pretty, angel.”
I grip my cock, thick and aching, and run the crown through her folds, making sure she feels every inch. Then, without warning, I slam into her, hard and deep. She screams, body fluttering and clenching around me, so close she’s shaking. I hold still, forcing her to calm, drawing out the tension until she’s whimpering with every breath.
Only then do I start to move-slow, measured thrusts that drag pleasure out like a razor’s edge. I pull back, slam forward, again and again, never letting her find her rhythm. She tries to lift her hips, to take control, but I pin her down, denying her any power. The pace quickens, each thrust building her higher,
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until she’s sobbing, the blindfold stained dark with her tears.
“Is this what you want, baby?” I ask, voice low and rough.
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“Yes, Killian. Please. I need it so bad…”
“Please what? Tell me, Valentina. Tell me what you need.”
She’s wild now, frantic, her voice a broken shriek. “I need to come! Please, Killian, I can’t-”
I pull out, cruel and slow, leaving her empty. She wails, desperation tipping into agony.
“No, please! I’m sorry! I swear, I’ll never keep you in the dark about my kills again. I promise, Killian, I promise…”
A laugh threatens to break from my chest, but I hold it back. She doesn’t need to beg so sweetly; this is all part of our twisted, beautiful game. I untie her ankles, freeing her legs with slow, deliberate care. She’s pliant under my hands, trusting, even as her wrists remain bound to the headboard.
I guide her up, steadying her as she shifts onto her knees. The ropes at her wrists stretch her posture, her back arching, body open for me. I slide behind her, my hands firm at her hips as I push into her again-slow at first, savoring the moment.
“Ready, angel?” I growl, voice thick with promise. “Because I’m not stopping until you soak my cock.”
She doesn’t hesitate, breathless and hungry. “Yes. Please.”
I draw out, then slam back in, setting a ruthless rhythm. Each thrust lands hard, relentless, and the room fills with the sharp soundtrack of flesh meeting flesh. Sweat drips from my brow, sliding down her skin as I lean in, kneading it into the curve of her ass, marking her with every touch.
The tension coils tighter with every stroke. Her cries echo off the walls, raw and desperate.
“Killian!!!” She screams my name as her body shudders, coming undone, her release gushing hot around me. Her orgasm tears through her, and I can feel her clenching, milking every inch of me.
“Fuck, Valentina-yes! That’s it, baby. Show me how much you missed me.” My voice is a rough roar as I lose myself in her, coming hard, pumping into her until every last shudder fades.
Spent and shaking, I reach up and quickly free her wrists, tearing away the blindfold. I collapse beside her, pulling her into my arms. Our breathing is ragged, hearts pounding in sync.
I press a kiss to the damp crown of her hair. “You never have to tell me the details of your missions, Valentina. I just worry. I love you. If I ever lost you…”
She shifts, turning to face me, her lips brushing mine with a gentle promise. “Killian, you’re my man. I should’ve told you we were planning something. Not the specifics, but at least the truth. Gia and I didn’t want to distract you and Slate while you were away. We planned it down to the last detail, over
and over.”
I brush my thumb across her cheek, searching her eyes. “How did you pull it off?”
She grins, a spark of pride in her voice. “Do you want the story now, or should I wait until everyone’s together?”
Suddenly, a heavy knock rattles the door. A voice booms from the hall, urgent and unyielding. “Church
in ten. Both of you-front and center.”
I sigh, a reluctant smile on my lips. “Guess I’ll hear it with the rest of them. Come on, let’s clean up
