Page 149 of Hellbound

Bohdan shifted them both closer, settling into pillows and bolsters at the head of the bed, and she found herself staring at their intertwined reflection, her eyes half-lidded and hazy, chest thrust forward.

The serial killer, precariously poised to fuck the man hunting her. The king’s to-be-assassin, about to ruin or be ruined by his bastard son.

He traced lazy circles against her clit, and she bit back her gasp as he slipped, one, two, three digits into her cunt.

She ground against his fingers, her clit meeting his palm, her exhale sharp. He pursed his lips, as if assessing whether she’d broken rule number two, but mercifully continued.

Her hips made filthy circles against his hand, indulging in her pleasure at his expense.

“You’re right. I haven’t been sleeping well, and it’s not because of the killer…”

She wondered how he would feel if he knew they were one and the same.

His palm worked against her clit with a slow but consistent tempo. “It’s because I had to know how you would sound when I did this to you…”

Watching herself get finger fucked was sending her over the edge, her breasts heaving with every shallow pant. Her skin glowed in the firelight, and his free hand reached up to palm her waist before tugging down the cup of her corset and rolling her nipple in his fingers.

“And I have to say, it’s better than I imagined.”

Her canine broke into her soft bottom lip to stifle her moans as he increased his pace, cruelly giving her a fourth finger. She bounced up and down on his hand, the squelching noises from her cunt echoing in the room as her essence dripped down his fingers.

She was lightheaded. Moisture was gathering at the edges of the mirror. Seeing Bohdan beneath her was too much, the way he leaned up and kissed her skin, sucked on her nipples, and left bruising imprints on her skin.

She was about to come.

She tore her eyes from their reflection for a split second, futilely trying to contain her impending orgasm, her breath stuttering and toes curling in the sheets as she felt it cresting.

He tsked and pulled his hand away, leaving her hot and wanting.

“Practice makes perfect, don’t worry.” His sardonic words contradicted the soothing way he spoke them.

“You’re the fucking scum of the earth,” she snarled.

“Is that so?” He ran his hand up her thigh before looping his finger into the front metal ring of her leather collar, jerking her toward him until their mouths scraped, his cock grinding against her clit.

She tried to chase what she needed, but he was merciless, stilling his hips and hers.

“Fuck you,” she gritted as she buried her face into his neck so she didn’t have to look at his shit-eating grin.

“I’d love to see you try.” His laugh was breathless in her hair. He yanked on the chain running down her spine, and her head snapped back with a low groan as she sat back into her arched position, poised over his cock.

“Do you want me to make you come?” His fingers ghosted between her thighs; the warmth emanating from them made her shiver with anticipation.

Ksenia swallowed her pride but glowered at him as she nodded her head.

Bohdan looped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer over him before driving his fingers into her, circling painfully hot and fast against her clit while stroking her deeply.

It was anything but gentle against her oversensitive bundle of nerves, but it melted down into a vicious pleasure she couldn’t get enough of.

She watched his long fingers disappear into her needy cunt, over and over again. Honey dripped down the walls of her mind as she struggled to keep herself from breaking to pieces.

Her thighs shook as she barreled toward her peak, alarmingly fast—there was no way she could hold it.

It was so sweet and agonizingly painful.

Her breath stuttered.

He pulled away again, and she slumped forward onto his chest, muffling her scream against him before biting his skin.