Bound To Don Navarro

CHAPTER 5

BELLA

Guards rushed in behind him, guns drawn, shouting.

“Everybody out,” Zoren said, voice sharp and loud. “Now. Leave us. All of you.”

The guards hesitated, staring at the body. One of them pointed. “Boss, she just—”

“I said out!” Zoren barked. “Close the door behind you. No one comes in until I say so. Move!”

They backed out fast. The door slammed shut. The room went quiet except for my heavy breathing.

Zoren stepped closer. His eyes moved over me slowly, dark and hungry. “Bella… look at you. Covered in blood. Holding that gun like you own the whole damn world.”

I didn’t move. My heart still raced from the kill. The power felt so good it made my legs weak. “He came in here to slit my throat,” I said, voice steady. “I stopped him. I liked it, Zoren. I liked ending him.”

Zoren’s lips curved into a dangerous smile. He closed the distance in two steps and grabbed my face with both hands. “You’re f*****g beautiful like this,” he growled. Then he kissed me hard.

His mouth crashed into mine. No softness. Just heat and hunger. His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming me. I gasped against him, but I didn’t pull away. The taste of him mixed with the metallic smell of blood on my skin. My body lit up like fire.

He broke the kiss just enough to speak. “You killed a man,” he said against my mouth. “My fierce little captive. So strong. So f*****g sexy.”

Zoren groaned deep in his throat and kissed me again, harder this time. His hands slid down my bloody arms. He tilted my head and bit the side of my neck. Sharp teeth sank into my skin. I moaned loud. The pain mixed with pleasure and shot straight between my legs.

“f**k, Bella,” he groaned, mouth still on my neck. “You taste like blood and fire. I want to eat you alive.”

He pressed his body against mine. I felt how hard he was through his pants. He started humping me right there, grinding his hips slow and rough against my shorts. The towel from earlier was long gone; he must have thrown on clothes fast when he heard the shots. Now his thick bulge rubbed right against my p***y through the thin fabric.

I didn’t push him away. I couldn’t. The rush from killing that man still burned in my veins, and Zoren’s body felt too good. Too right. My panties were already soaked.

“You’re so wet already,” he said, voice rough. He humped me harder, pinning me to the wall. “I can feel it through your shorts, darling. Killing him made you this horny? Or is it me?”

“Both,” I admitted, breathing shaky. “I feel powerful. And you… you’re making it worse.”

Zoren laughed low and dirty. “Good girl. Tell me how much you want this.” He kept grinding, slow circles that made my c**t throb. “Say it, Bella. Say you like my c**k rubbing on you while you’re covered in another man’s blood.”

I moaned and grabbed his shoulders. “I like it. God, I like it so much. Don’t stop.”

He kissed me again, biting my bottom lip. “That’s my girl. So f*****g wet for your kidnapper.” His hand slid down my stomach and into my shorts. He pushed my panties to the side with two fingers. No warning. He just slid them inside me.

I cried out. “Zoren!”

“Shh,” he said, pumping his fingers slow and deep. “So tight. So slippery. You’re dripping down my hand, darling. All that power and blood got you this ready for me?”

“Yes,” I gasped. My hips moved on their own, riding his fingers. “Deeper. Please.”

He groaned again, louder this time. “f**k, listen to you begging. My beautiful, bloody queen.” His thumb found my c**t and rubbed circles while his fingers curled inside me. “You killed for me. Now I’m going to make you come for me. Right here. Say my name while I finger this pretty pussy.”

“Zoren,” I moaned. The blood on my skin felt warm and slick. Everything felt electric. “Zoren, don’t stop. I’m so close already.”

He kissed my neck again, biting harder. “Good. Come on my fingers, Bella. Show me how much you love this."

I was shaking. My legs felt weak. The way he talked, the way he touched me, the adrenaline from the kill — it all mixed together and pushed me right to the edge.

Then a loud knock sounded on the door.

“Boss!” a guard shouted from the hallway. “Elena’s downstairs. She heard the shots. She’s demanding to see the body right now. She says if the witness is dead, she wants proof. If not, she’s coming up here herself.”