Bound by Leah Wilde

She’s bound and bared and mine to touch as I please.
She should’ve said yes in the very beginning.
This could have been avoided – all of this…
Unpleasantness.
But she chose to defy me, and I am not a man who takes kindly to defiance.
That explains why she is bound and gagged and bent over my desk.
It explains why she’s moaning.
It explains why I won’t release her until she begs for my body.
This began as a business deal, but it has become so much more.
Sasha Norton was just an innocent woman, the owner of a shop that happened to contain something I needed.
Me? I’m the farthest thing from innocent.
I’m the king of this town, and the mastermind behind a drug trafficking ring that makes the cartels look like low-level chumps on the street corner.

All I needed was a temporary place to store my stash.
How hard was that? I even offered to pay her for her trouble.
And yet, she denied me.
I tried to reason with her, but when it became clear that reason was not sufficient,
I was forced to resort to this.
Out came the handcuffs.
Out came the chains.
And out came the beast that was slumbering inside me.