Contractually Yours Alpha (Riley) novel Chapter 142

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Two 

It felt like months since I’ve been to the room Thane and I shared; Strangely, everything remained exactly where I left them. I could almost believe that Thane hadn’t been sleeping 

here. 

“Welcome back; you know we should celebrate your return,” Thane said with a smirk. 

“Oh, we would celebrate; Hope you haven’t forgotten our deal?” I said, with empasis on the 

last word. 

“How could I forget?” He says with a cocky smile 

I walked towards him. 

“I need to ask you a question.” 

“Well, I am all ears.” 

“You never told me about your mother’s little hobby.” 

‘She had many hobbies, so which in particular?” 

“Writing? I mean, she is the author of my ‘favorite‘ book; how could you not tell me that?” I asked 

“I think I preferred leaving you in the dark.” 

“Didn’t it feel weird to you?” I asked him 

“Why would it?” he asked, turning the question back to me. 

“I don’t know, maybe because she is, uhm, your mother?” 

Thane chuckled. “You don’t need to worry, I’m sure she would be glad she at least made a contribution in ‘that‘ part of my life; Now are you going to take the clothes off or would you rather I do it myself?” 

Thane helped me out of my clothes. We were both nude now. 

And then he took the cuff that had been in the drawer. 

“What is that for?” I asked, remembering the last time I had been cuffed, I was being punished for trying to escape. How things had changed. 

“I think you would like this better,” Thane said, cuffing himself to the bedpost. I couldn’t deny that the sight of him was sexier than anything I had ever seen. 

What to do next? 

The deal was that I would take over, but I never realized how difficult that could be. “Thane, I don’t know if I could do this.” I said my voice sounded shaky. He was one hell of an 

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Intimidating man. 

“Oh, you can, Riley, Just don’t think too much,” 

He was right; I shouldn’t think too much. 

I joined him on the bed. 

I let my lips graze his chest, and I knew more than anything he wanted to pass his hands. through my hair, but he remained still. I kissed his neck and then his lips, I pulled away, my hands trailing across every part of his body. Those abs–I wish I could lick them–it was a weird thing to think about, but that was all I could think about right now. I lowered my head, kissing his abs before letting my tongue get a taste.