Bound by Bliss (Bound and Determined #2)(11)

She waited for the woman to scream at the hard pinch, but there was only a deep moan, and the woman’s behind pushed more urgently into Lord Banks’s pelvis.

He pulled again.

Another moan.

Didn’t it hurt? Bliss’s hands moved over her own breasts, feeling her own hard nipples; they strained against the pressure, the delicate linen of her chemise grating against them as her fingers withdrew. Almost without thought she squeezed herself, feeling a bolt of heat flash down between her legs.

She gasped, her eyes still glued to Lord Banks’s fingers, which were pulling with greater urgency.

“Damn. You like that, Julianna. I can feel how wet you are through your skirts,” he said. And then he pulled away from the nipple, which stood rosy and distended, the peak glistening in the moonlight.

“Don’t stop,” the woman, Julianna, gasped. “More, I want more.”

“I’ll give you more.” With a sudden jerk, Banks pulled up her skirts revealing her bare behind. His hands went to his waist then, and before Bliss could blink his trousers fell to his knees, and…Now Bliss blinked and blinked again.



She’d seen baby boys. She’d even peeked at Greek and Roman statues, but—but this was something else.

The man’s male member was…She didn’t even know any words to use, perhaps frightening—yes, that was true, but incomplete. Glorious? Horrible? Incredible? Beautiful? Hideous?

Could they all be true?

Even as her brain was trying to solve that riddle, Banks moved forward, his hands separating the cheeks of the woman’s behind and thrusting his member between them.

Bliss slammed her eyes shut, and then opened them quickly.

Her fingers kept moving over her own nipples, more and more shocks of pleasure moving down to between her legs. She should stop, she should not be doing such a thing, but her fingers kept moving, kept drawing, kept pulling.

And she definitely shouldn’t be watching what was happening before her, but how could she not?

His hips pulled back and then pushed forward, burying him deep within the woman. She moaned again, soft little gasps with each movement. His hands were on her hips holding her tight as he began to thrust harder and harder, the slap of flesh spreading through the small chamber.

Bliss closed her eyes again, her mind moving to another time, another place. She’d seen this all before, but without her current understanding—and without the detail she was seeing now. Then it had been hurried…No. She wouldn’t think of it. She tried never to think of it, never to imagine herself…



This time she was free to imagine. She opened her eyes again, watched the pounding of flesh, the gasp of breaths. She pushed her legs tighter together, unable to relieve the growing pressure. Her fingers pinched her nipple again, sensation coursing through her.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Banks was gasping now with each movement, pushing forward and then pulling almost all the way out, his member wet and glistening.

Suddenly the woman’s body shuddered, her mouth opened and she let out a short scream—but there was no terror in the sound, only emotion, deep and raw.

Bliss knew she moaned herself, but the woman’s scream drowned it out.

And then Banks slammed forward, his hips ramming the woman hard into the desk. “Fuucckkk.” His cry filled the room as his buttocks spasmed and he fell forward across the woman, his mouth open, teeth digging into her bare shoulder above the lace edging of the gown.

Feeling light-headed, Bliss let herself fall back against the wall. How long had it been since she’d last drawn a breath? Her heart raced and pounded, filling her entire being. Her breasts were tight and tingling within her bodice and lower, between her legs, she couldn’t even identify what was happening. She pulled her hand free and bit down hard on her lip, trying to gain control.

“God, you’re good,” the woman said, turning to look up at Banks. He began to rise.



Bliss started. She had to get out of there. They might have been too busy to notice her huddled in the shadows, but how much longer could that hold true? Should she hide or flee?

Banks straightened completely, pulling his trousers up and tucking himself behind the flap before reaching for the buttons.

Flee. Definitely flee.

The French doors to the garden were on the other side of the couple, which meant she’d have to go back the way she came.

Sidestepping carefully, Bliss eased herself toward the door, praying that no floorboard would creak. Her legs shook as she moved and she was not sure if it was from the fear of discovery or the other strange feelings that still swept through her body.

Hand on the door handle, she eased it open, her eyes on the couple who were slowly recovering, but still seemed lost in their own world. Even as she eased the door open and a sliver of light from the hallway sliced in, they did not look around.

She slid through the door, her eyes blinking rapidly as they adjusted to the seemingly bright light. Pulling the door closed behind her, she let her back slide against it. Her eyes dropped to her slippers as she tried to regain her emotional balance.

She’d never seen anything like that, never imagined it. Well, perhaps she had tried to imagine it, but she’d never even in her deepest fantasies come anywhere close to the intensity of what she’d just seen. Even after…No. She wasn’t going to think of that.