Page 34 of Bound to the EMT

CHAPTER 13

EMMELINE

My breath stills in my throat as he looms above me, looking every inch a dark god set to devour me. Is this what I signed up for? Is this what I agreed to?

Though the fear niggles its way into my brain, I can’t deny the arousal flooding my system. It’s unlike anything I’ve felt before. When I tried the butt plug, I thought that was the height of my desire. But oh no. I’m dead wrong.

Now everything makes sense. Now I understand why Mother didn’t want me messing around with Alphas outside of her presence and interference. There’s no way I could contain myself around them. Not like this.

Granted, the stiff shirts at the dinner never exuded this type of ferocity. They were restrained, but not in a way that denoted anything else under the surface. There was no heated passion wafting from them. They were cold, statuesque, and just as unfeeling.

Perhaps if I had married one of them, he would have changed, turning from a calm, collected businessman into this inferno blazing out above me. But then, I don’t really think that’s possible. Not like him. Not like Branson.

“Your thoughts seem far away, Princess. What’s so deeply on your mind?”

“I- Nothing you’d want to know.”

“Try me.” He lifts the rope into the air as he gives me a lop-sided grin. “I’d like to think I’m open minded.”

“I was just thinking how different this moment would be if I was married to someone my mother approved of.”

The deep frown he gives me makes my stomach flip and my heart race. “I know you’re very new to all of this, but it’s not considered polite to think of another man when your husband is about to tie you up and have his way with you.”

“No!” I cry out, worried I’ve actually upset him. “It’s not like that. I’m not... That is... It’s not sexual. Not really. And I promise, the thoughts were in your favor.”

“Easy, Princess. I was just giving you a bit of a hard time. What differences do you think there are? Other than my lack of finances.”

Heat fans over my face for a moment. “In all honesty, I didn’t even think about the money part of it. More like the feelings they gave me when Mother brought them over compared to how you make me feel.”

“Oh?” The purr in his voice is feral, predatory, as he looms back over me. “And how did they make you feel?”

“Bored, cold...” I pause as I search my brain, trying to figure out exactly what I feel. “Apathetic?”

“And how do I make you feel, Princess?”

“Desirable,” I blurt out. “On fire. Trembling from head to toe. Exhilarated. Safe?”

“Safe?” he laughs. “I make you feel safe?”

“Yes. Very much so.”

“Ahh. Well then, I suppose it’s time I disabuse you of that notion. The last thing I want is for you to feel safe. And deep down, you know it too. You want to be swept up into a whirlwind, to be out of control, to have me be in control instead of you.”

“H- how do you know that?”

With a dark smirk, he runs his fingers down my breastbone, completely ignoring my aching nipples. Somehow, that action makes me throb all the more. “You asked me to hunt you down and devour you. Maybe not in those exact words, but the gist is there. You want me to ravage you, to give you an excuse to tell your mother why you fucked the poor Alpha who dares to sully her daughter?”

“Oh no. When you put it like that, I-”

“Don’t you worry, Princess. I have no problem being your villain. I don’t mind shredding your innocence with my cock while you scream for me to stop. I’ll be your plausible deniability, and you’ll be my virginal sacrifice.”

My heart slams into my chest as my breath stills in my lungs. This. This is exactly what I want and need. I just couldn’t put it into such graphic, yet succinct, words.

Tears well up in my eyes. Hopefully, they’re the last I’ll cry over this whole ordeal. Besides, once he takes my virginity, there’s nothing left to cry about. It will be done. My mother won’t be able to say a thing. Again, that stab of fear slices through my gut, causing me to tense.

As if he can read my ever-shifting moods, Branson takes his hand and splays it over my breastbone. “Shhhh, Princess. I got you. Just lie back and let me make you feel good. No one is going to touch you ever again. Not your mother, not your father, no one. I don’t plan on giving you back.”

“But you don’t know me. How will you know if you’ll still want me, desire me, after you sleep with me?”