BOUND: A Dark Bad Boy Romance
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Epilogue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
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Table of Contents
BOUND: A Dark Bad Boy Romance
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Epilogue
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
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BOUND: A Dark Bad Boy Romance
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.
Chapter One
The sun had only been up for about thirty minutes when I went into my six-year-old’s bedroom to wake him. Beams of light fell across the floor which was just shy of clean, mostly because I’d threatened no bedtime story if he didn’t pick up his toy dump trucks and Hot Wheels. Now I only had to sidestep a stuffed bear that had fallen off his bed and the pajama shirt he must have stripped off sometime in the night.
Nick always hated covering his shoulders while he slept. He’d been weird about it since forever.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I reached for his blanket bundled body and gave him a gentle shake. “Nick, baby, time to get up. We’ve got to get you ready for school.”
He groaned, trying to shake me off and roll over at the same time. I smiled a little at him, knowing that he wasn’t a huge fan of mornings, but I wouldn
’t let him get away with sleeping in. He’d be at school on time. Period. Especially since I had work and couldn’t afford to miss even a little bit of time in the morning.
“C’mon sleepyhead. It’s rise and shine or no pancakes for you.”
That got his attention. As much as he hated getting up in the morning, he loved food. Like, to the point where I had to put stuff up on the highest shelves to make sure he didn’t get into it and devour everything right after I bought it. Feeding a growing boy was like having a pet dinosaur—there would never be enough food.
“Do they have blueberries?” came his muffled voice from beneath the covers.
I grinned. “Only if you get up now and wash your hands and face.”
There was a short pause, then he threw back the covers with a flourish. He sat up, his blonde hair—just like mine, but a little lighter—sticking up at every imaginable angle. Rubbing at his eyes, he let out a yawn before getting out of bed. He paused for half a second, eyeing me, then leaned over and gave my leg a quick hug. Then he headed down the hall towards the bathroom.
Shaking my head a little, I went to make breakfast as quickly as possible.
I was pretty good at this by now. My routine was steady, stable, and it worked. Maybe it wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but it kept my little two-person household running. I moved the skillet to the stove, turned on the burner, then reached for the fridge where I’d had the forethought to prepare my bribery the night before. A bowl of pre-mixed pancake batter sat on the middle shelf. I grabbed it and poured two small dollops into the slightly heated pan. As those began to cook, I poured some milk and grabbed a brown paper bag that would hold Nick’s lunch.
He came running down as I was halfway through the second batch of pancakes and was using black magic marker to write his name across his lunch sack—and a special heart, because I was all about those extra good mom brownie points.
I stacked two little pancakes on a plate and let him have some syrup, even though I knew it would make him sticky. I checked the clock as I flipped the second batch of pancakes. We didn’t have a lot of time.
“Eat fast, little man,” I ordered him. “Momma’s got a tight schedule.”
He grinned and proceeded to wolf down the short stack, using his hands and not even pretending to care about the syrup he was getting everywhere. I groaned. This was why I had him eat breakfast before he got dressed.
“Not exactly what I meant,” I told him.
Nick shrugged his little shoulders, then downed half a glass of milk. Finished, he didn’t even bother to say thanks as he ran back to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I was hoping his school stuff was already together, but I knew I’d better double check anyway.
I glanced ruefully at the dishes. “A battle for another day,” I muttered to them, promising myself I’d do them that night. Right now, I was a mom with a mission: Get my kid to school and get to work on time.
# # #
I made one pit stop on the way to Nick’s school to pick up Steph, one of my few remaining friends and my coworker. Her apartment was on the way and it saved time in the long run to just pick her up before rather than doubling back.
Still, it meant that I was rushing Nick out of the car and up the school’s steps before that first bell. I got him halfway down the sidewalk before he waved me off, shooing me before his cool friends saw him with his mom.
Jeez, I’m already too old to be considered cool, I thought with an eye roll. I folded my arms across my chest, watching him head towards the front doors. It was the little pause he did before going inside that made my day though, because he actually turned and waved at me.
I smiled. Good to know he hasn’t completely outgrown me yet.
I headed back to the car where Steph was waiting. She was leaning against the poor old Camry, watching Nick like I’d just been. “Is it just me or was it like two days ago that you were carrying him like a football tucked under your shirt?”
Laughing, I shook my head. “I know. I was just thinking that I’m already too old to be cool now. He doesn’t want his friends to see him with me.”
Steph actually rolled her eyes. “Kids these days.”
We fell silent, both watching the school. The kids had virtually all headed inside and the parents were pulling out of the school parking lot to make a hell of a traffic jam, so I wasn’t too worried about getting out of there right that moment.
“You ever feel like you’re just not getting it right sometimes?”
Steph glanced away from the school to stare at me. She had a cute bob that was black streaked with a line of blue on the left side. She got away with it only because I ran a hair salon and it was important to show that I did trendy stuff as well as the more traditional styles.
“Are you kidding me?” she asked, raising a delicate brow. She used that time I had to get Nick ready for school to do her makeup, so she always looked pretty if a little too done up. “You’re an awesome mother. Nick’s lucky to have you.”
I sighed and shook my head. “I just mean that this is hardly a life, you know? This town, this place…. Let’s face it, it’s not exactly the safest place in the country.”
Steph lifted her shoulders in a shrug. “Yeah, but what can you do? Nowhere’s as safe as it used to be. It’s all drugs this and crime that. At least our murder rate is relatively low.”
I fixed her with a stare.
“What? I mean, this isn’t New York City or Chicago. At least here we’ve got a chance to live mostly safe lives.”
“Yeah, I guess,” I said, but I wasn’t very convinced. This place was run by dirty cops and the people who paid them.
Just keep your nose clean, I thought to myself. All you’ve got to do is keep plugging away.
It was hard to believe that was true when I was barely making rent and had to ask for Steph’s help for some of the school supplies this semester for Nick, but I tried to. Mostly it was because it was the only thing I could do.
# # #
Steph and I arrived at The Beehive with twenty minutes to spare. Enough time to get both the salon and the convenience store attached opened up and ready for business. I unlocked the door, heading inside. Holding the door open for Steph, I made sure the door closed behind her and locked before getting started. The neighborhood wasn’t necessarily the worst, but it definitely wasn’t the best.
“I’ll set up,” Steph offered.
I was very grateful. Technically, I’d hired Steph as a cashier only. She was twenty-three and didn’t have a lot of job experience thanks to a pricey degree in philosophy. She still quoted it as the worst decision she’d ever made, though I could tell she didn’t regret the experience as much as she claimed.
But despite Steph’s inexperience, she was a hard worker and more help than the last three people I’d hired. She went above and beyond her job descriptions, plus Nick loved her. She was great with kids.
“If you were any more perfect, I’d seriously consider being a lesbian.”
She laughed. “Like you have a say in that.”
I shrugged. “No, but sometimes I wish I did.”
Shaking her head, she pulled out the merchandise that we put in the back of the store for safe keeping at night. As she was putting it up, she said, “Face it. You may want a woman for a partner, but in the end you can’t help but love a good co—”
“Steph!”
She grinned at me, then did her best innocent expression. Which had zero effect in convincing me. “What? I was just going to say a good cook. Where did your mind go?”
We bantered like that for the rest of the morning, though I delicately steered it away from men, relationships, and cocks that I was craving. Which, okay, I was, but it wasn’t exactly something that I had a lot of time for. Finding a good man in these parts was already difficult. Add in one that was okay with a six-year-old kid and an independent, business-owning woman? That basically knocks my choices down to zero.
So until Mr. Right came along, I would
have to satisfy my needs with my vibrator and whatever kinky dreams my mind decided to supply me with.
At eight o’clock, I unlocked the door and flipped the Open sign. Steph went next door to the convenience store to cashier, which meant she was standing at the counter that straddled the salon and the store.
It was an odd little setup—the salon and the store separated by only a step down into the convenience store side, but I’d never had any issues with it. Sometimes I would pull the curtain I’d had installed when I got the place across the store for a little privacy, but mostly I just left it open. The business was pretty small, but we made a decent living. We didn’t do great by any stretch, as evidenced by the way Steph occasionally donated money towards Nick’s school supplies, but we got by.
I double checked my appointment book to confirm that I didn’t have anyone in until eight-thirty that morning. As I was checking it over—Doris was at eight-thirty and Maureen at nine-ten—I was surprised to hear the little bell over the door ring. We took walk-ins, but it was unusual to get one first thing.
Putting on my friendly customer service smile, I said, “Hi, welcome to The Beehive. What can I—?” I broke off abruptly when I saw who it was.
Mason Marsh the original tall, dark, and dangerously handsome. Also the last person I wanted in my shop. He smiled at me, his mouth smooth and sensuous, moving like it was making promises before he even had a chance to say anything. “Good morning,” he greeted, his dark eyes lighting on me instantly. “Are you Sasha Norton or does The Beehive cater to models now?”
It was a feat, but my body simultaneously bristled at the cheesy line and melted at the smooth deepness of his voice.