Page 70 of Bound By Thorns
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The past four days just vanished into a flurry of non-stop drills and planning sessions, all simulated through Sebastian’s high-tech VR setup. We were rehearsing to storm Garret Tyson’s fortress, targeting his high-rise office, where we figured he kept all his nasty secrets stashed away. It felt like we were gearing up for war, and in many ways, we were.
Blackthorn Security was beefing up fast. We’d brought on board a bunch of new faces—ex-CIA, former military hotshots, each one as tough as nails.
Team 1, consisting of Zarek, Sebastian, and Delara, were the point of the spear, with Zane on the bird. Their job was to hit the ground first, secure the top floors, and make sure they stayed that way until everyone else could do their part.
Then there was Team 2—Ronan, Dylan, Jeremy, and Kandala. They were the cavalry, tasked with digging out any prisoners Garret had holed up somewhere in that building, if any. The exact location was still up in the air, but that’s what they were trained to handle.
Team 3 was where I slotted in, along with Kabir, Kaylan, and Leora. We had one hell of a tricky job—shut down Garret, swipe whatever damning intel we could from his setup, and if that fell through, snag Garret himself for a cozy little chat. Leora was our trump card there. If it came down to words over weapons, she’d take the lead. Knowing her skills, she was likely our best shot if things took a turn.
Amelia took on the role of our drone support. Stationed in the skyscraper adjacent to Belfrost, she would serve as our eyes and ears, remotely coordinating our movements from her perch in the nearby building.
As the mission drew closer, the intensity ramped up. This wasn’t just another op. It was personal, and none of us would back down until we’d taken Garret down or died trying.
My mind drifted to Kaylan. Sebastian had deliberately paired us for the mission, knowing full well that I’d want to keep her safe. The thought of anything going wrong terrified me. I needed her. I needed her for the rest of my life. Even if she wasn’t sure about us, even if she quietly wondered if all this was a trauma bond, I didn’t care. I just needed her to be alive.
“What are you thinking about?” Kaylan’s voice snapped me back to reality. I had been tasked with loading the dishwasher, but there I was, lost in thought, just staring blankly at the wall after placing a few spoons inside.
“Just the mission,” I mumbled, my gaze still fixed on the distance. But when I turned to look at her, I lost my breath for a moment. Fresh from the shower, she moved around in just a towel, her wet hair cascading in waves along her jawline, beckoning my touch.
Her legs, creamy and exposed, drew my eyes irresistibly. My body reacted instinctively, desire flaring within me. Her knowing smirk told me she was aware of the effect she had on me.
Then, with a playful flick, she let the towel fall to the ground, pooling at her feet. I stood there, mouth agape, taking in every inch of her. I had seen her like this before, only briefly, yet this moment felt profoundly different; she was taking charge.
The joy that swelled in my chest quickly morphed into a primal, untamed hunger. My eyes locked onto her perfect breasts, her body’s curves sharply etching themselves into my vision. I was painfully aware of my own cock, pressing against my boxers.
She had been cleared for sex, and I had resolved not to initiate until she was ready. But I hadn’t anticipated her taking the lead so boldly.
Fuck me!
She stood there, confident and inviting, and all thoughts of restraint melted away, overwhelmed by the fierce urge to close the distance between us.
And so I did.
Without hesitation, I strode towards her, a smirk forming on my lips.
“What are you trying to do, Chaos?” I couldn’t recognize the hoarse whisper that escaped me.
“Oh, were you busy with the dishes?” Kaylan cooed, her eyes darting to the massive tent in my sweatpants.
“I think I want to be busy doing something else,” I growled, my arms scooping her up effortlessly as I carried her towards the bedroom.
As I gently set her down on the bed, she raised a hand, signaling me to stop. I halted instantly.
Shit! Did I misread the situation?
“You’ll do what I say, deal?” She said, a mirth in her voice.
Oh good god, she wants to dominate?
And in that moment, I knew she can do whatever she wanted. I chuckled and nodded, instantly rewarding me with one of the most stunningly triumphant smiles I had ever seen grace her features.
“I’m yours, Chaos. This body will heed to your commands,” I smiled back.
“Lie down on the bed, hands up,” she instructed, a slight quiver betraying her confidence.
My excitement growing, I obeyed, licking my lips as I positioned myself on the bed. She made room for me then stood, striding over to the closet. She rummaged through the garment bags that Blackthorn provided for fancy dinners, returning with two silk ties in hand.
