BOUND TO THERON BLACKMOOR:REVENGE BEST SERVED WITH COLD WINE

Laurie's point of view.

“Speak, who am I to you?” He demanded as he thrust harder into my tight punny. I gasped, as I tried hard to free my hands. They were secured and tied each against the bedside stand on both sides.

I could do nothing, I wanted to hold something, to touch those damn fucking sweaty abs! But all I could do was grasp the end rope tightly as purrs and moans escaped my lips.

He kept on hitting my prostate mercilessly, his huge cock making me feel so full and the sounds of skin slapping together were so obscene.

He grabbed my hips so hard that it almost left bruises as he continued on thrusting hard and deep, I was seeing stars as I cried in pleasure.

He let go of one of my legs and used it to untie the other, freeing my right leg. The sudden change in angle made him hit that sweet bundle of nerves even harder, I cried in pure ecstasy. I felt like a slut, a whore for his cock.

I was a mess of mewls, purrs, and cries. It was too much, the heat in the pit of my stomach was too much.

He leaned closer, his hot breath fanning against my ears. “Speak, Laurie, who am I to you?”

Fuck! He spoke in a slow rhythm that contrasted with the hard strokes I was getting down there!! I could feel my orgasm coming.

I opened my mouth but no words came out.

“Don't even think of cumming before answering me, cookie!!”

Oh… ooh shit~

“You're…” I gasped as his hips snapped forward again, making my vision blur. “You're Theron… my Sir!!”

A dark chuckle rumbled against my neck as he bit down, not hard enough to break skin but enough to send shivers cascading through my body. My toes curled as I fought against the building pressure threatening to explode.

“And what else?” he growled, slowing his pace to torturous, shallow thrusts that barely gave me what I needed.

I whimpered, pulling against the ropes that kept my arms stretched wide. The rough fibers bit into my wrists, a delicious counterpoint to the pleasure building between my thighs.

“My everything,” I panted, arching my back to try to take him deeper. “Please, I need…”

His hand suddenly covered my mouth, pressing me back into the mattress as he thrusts. My nails dug into my palm as I neared the edge of release, but his grip on my mouth prevented me from crying out. His eyes burned into mine, dark and merciless, and yet... tender?

“I'm not finished with you yet, cookie,” he purred, keeping his gaze locked with mine. Slowly, he removed his hand from my mouth and trailed his fingers down my cheek, sending chills down my spine.

“I want to hear you beg me for more, baby, to beg me to let you cum with my cock inside you.”

Torture... this man is sheer torture, I thought, but I couldn't deny the thrill his words sent coursing through my veins. His fingers found their way to my swollen clit, stroking it in lazy circles that made me moan and writhe.

“Please… let me, cumm~”

“More,” he murmured.

“I want to hear more than that.”

I whimpered as he increased the pace of his strokes, his fingers slick with my wetness. Pleasure built between my thighs, and I arched into his touch, desperate for release.

“Yes, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

“Come for me.”

I cried out, my vision going white as waves of ecstasy washed over me.

He rode out my climax, his cock pulsing inside me as he spilled his own release. I clung to him, panting and trembling, unable to believe how good it had felt. How good it felt to be ridden by the feared Theron Blackmoor.

He lay on top of me, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

"Good night, Laurie," he whispered.

My eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion pulling me into sleep. I didn't know how long we stayed like that, but eventually, he rolled off of me and pulled me into his arms.

The last thing I remembered was his lips brushing against my hair as he murmured something softly in my ear.

“I love you.”

***A week ago…***

“Pack out!” That isn't a typical word a man, oh, no, not a man, a husband should be saying to his wife on their anniversary, right?

However, this unfortunately has to be the word Laurie heard the moment she woke up on the day she'd be celebrating her third year of being married to Zane Voss.

With her arms stretched to the sides, Laurie reached out to tug her husband's tie. Wondering what surprise he had prepared for her.

He did not let her hands get to him before he slapped them away. Speaking coldly, Zane expressionlessly stared at the woman who seemed reluctant to get up from the bed. He was annoyed.

“I want you to pack out instantly. Thalia is back and is currently on her way from the airport. I don't want her coming here and getting any misunderstandings.”

Laurie was instantly awakened. Like a bucket of cold water was splashed on her. She should pack out of her matrimonial room just because a certain person called Thalia is on her way. Who asks that of his wife?

“I don't understand you, Zane. It's barely seven in the morning. Why can't you just let me sleep a little? Besides, whoever is coming can stay in the guest room.”

“Impossible! This room belongs to Thalia and me. It's time for you to pack out. I've asked Colton to clean up the Attic for you.”

Laurie sat on the bed, staring at the man who was gazing back at her. His eyes commanded her to get up and begin to pack her things. He looked so anxious and nervous as if he couldn't wait to drive her off.

“Hubby…”

“No, Laurie, don't call me that! Don't you get my indifference towards you these past years? Well, it meant; Don't get too attached. Well, it's time to move away. Good, now get up.”

He didn't wait for her again and directly headed to her closet as he began packing her things into her luggage. Laurie watched him. Her body quivered. So it was true. It wasn't just a rumour that her husband had a lady whom he had loved.

Laurie has heard rumours about Zane and a woman, described as a beauty goddess, Thalia Thornton, the only daughter of the superstar couple, Geraldine Thornton and Aurelia Thornton.

The people who spoke described them to be a match made in heaven. Thalia is a fashion icon and a popular Internet influencer whereas Zane Voss is a renowned billionaire CEO of the Voss Conglomerate, one of the top leading companies in the country.

Laurie was nothing like Thalia and perhaps that was why… she's never been able to win over the hearts of the Voss Family members despite her hard work as a housewife and dedication to care for her marriage.

Three years into her marriage, Zane never spoke a single word about Thalia Thornton and the moment he did, it was a word that was meant to break her heart a million times. Just like the surname, it was a thorn in her heart.