Page 137 of Hellbound

“Interesting.”

His head tilted with curiosity, making her sit in silence with evidence of her arousal.

Cheeks flushed, Ksenia’s hand darted to the dagger at his hip, unsheathing it.

He spun before she could pull it free.

He won the dagger, and it skimmed her head as she slid under the desk and came up on the other side.

A crazed smile broke out on her face. She spread her fingers wide against the tabletop.

He was upon her in an instant, his hand reaching across and catching her waist before she could vault back over.

She leaned and bent with his grip, dropping low into his arms and shifting her weight backward—using his momentum against him.

His body shifted, and his boots skidded across the floor.

She pushed him further, her elbow digging hard into his ribs in an attempt to throw him over her shoulder.

His smile faltered for a split second.

Her momentum was short-lived. He planted his weight, solid and immovable, and twisted into her force instead of fighting it, flipping the leverage back.

Her balance was out from under her before she could recover, slamming her down and dragging her roughly against the desk until it skidded.

The screech echoed through the library.

The documents and journals blossomed with black ink from an overturned well.

“Now look what you’ve done,” she admonished, her left palm drenched in ink.

Her palm-heel strike missed his well-defined jaw as he trapped her wrist against the desk.

Pinned.

His breath was warm at her temple, making every hair stand on end.

He crushed his hips to hers, rendering her lower body useless as her legs dangled over the table edge.

“You’ll clean it up after I’m done with you,” he promised.

A laugh racked her body at the idea that she’d follow any orders.

“You can put an end to this anytime you like, Senka.”

Defiance flashed in her eyes as she twisted against him, and he captured her remaining free hand.

His fingers twined and locked with hers, a blackened handprint staining her skin.

He looked at her pityingly, like a hunter performing a mercy kill. “Last chance.”

She readied to spit in his face, but he released her hand and clamped his over her mouth instead.

His jaw set.

Succumb.

She rolled her hips against him, feeling that delicious hardness against her, and her smile stretched wide.