Page 151 of Hellbound

The evidence was damning; she was wrapped around his pinkie with no desire to let go.

“Let’s try again then, shall we?” He rocked his hips into her with a tortuously slow pace, and she growled.

Ksenia’s reflection was filthy: collared, hands bound, bruises blossoming on her hips, waist, and breasts as she impaled herself on his cock like an addict. His fingers rubbed her wetness in a steady, devastating pattern against her clit.

She set a merciless pace, the pleasure roiling in her core, threatening to overwhelm her before he gave the word. Blood beaded on her lip from her teeth. She held herself over this agonizing knife’s edge, her climax right on the other side.

Suddenly, his thumb hooked into the corner of her mouth, and she released a raw, keening moan into the room.

“That’s—it.” Bohdan’s voice was low and cruel. “Do you want to come?” Her spit coated his finger, dripping down. “Beg. Me,” he growled, teeth scraping her flesh.

“Please, please let me come, you irritating fucking bastard,” she scathed.

“Well, when you put it like that…” He stroked her hair.

And then he snapped his hips into hers, angling into her sweetest spots.

She shattered with a scream, gushing around his cock.

He continued thrusting with a curse, forcing her to ride out her orgasm, winding her tighter again with his fingers, taking advantage of the ebb and flow of pleasure rolling through her body.

“I think you could take another.”

Her second orgasm was halting, forcing her back up the peak she’d begun to drift from and splintering her mind. His fingers worked against her clit as he rocked her through the aftershocks.

Fuck these restraints. Her fingers numbly fumbled with the key, clicking the cuffs open. She slammed her hands forward against his chest, gathering her breath as the ache in her back subsided.

She fixed him with a glare as he brought his fingers to his mouth, darkly amused.

He had developed an immunity to her poison.

She melded their bodies together as he rocked in and out of her. It was a gnash of teeth, lips, and tongue as they fought for dominance, his hands splayed against the small of her back as he bounced her ass against his hips.

Ksenia tore into his flesh, viciously biting at his exposed skin, the thick muscle of his shoulder, and his defined bicep. She moaned at the metallic tang of blood on her tongue. Her fingers were white-knuckled around the headboard for leverage as she met his hips with her own, bringing her to a punishing fullness she’d previously thought was impossible.

“I hate your smug fucking smile.” She gritted her teeth, skewering him with a glare.

He fucked into her, stealing her breath. “You think of me a lot, don’t you?”

No. It was the other way around. It had to be.

“You fucking saunter—” She hissed as his mouth closed on her nipple. “Saunter…into every room—like you own it.”

Her voice trailed off at the end as she watched his tongue flick against her hot skin.

“Do I not?” he rasped against her flesh.

She pried herself off, pushing him back into the pillows as she ground her hips against his, her breath hot in his ear as she bit his lobe, earning a groan.

“That irritating way you hum.”

He dragged her close, till their mouths scraped: “Someone’s obsessed.”

No. No. She was supposed to be the one to bring him to ruin, not the other way around.

Her pulse jumped in her throat, her mouth open for a retort, but her mind was unnervingly blank as he returned his fingers to her clit.

She stilled for a beat.