Page 173 of Hellbound

What.

“—as if you’d be fast enough.” Her laugh was sharper than intended. Unconvincing.

He clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

With a single arm, he brought them upright, sitting back on his knees and whirling her to face the mirror. He pinned her back against his muscled chest, his hard length sliding against her already slick core.

Ksenia’s mussed reflection stared back, blood prickling her cheeks. Her eyes widened.

His filled with half-lidded amusement.

“You made a mess in here. But, you know what was worse?” His voice dropped as he dug his fingers into the meat of her thighs, spreading her legs over his, achingly slow, laying her bare for him to see.

Her breath hitched as he licked the shell of her ear, his eyes burning hers in the gilded mirror.

She didn’t like that look.

“That you didn’t invite me into yours when you made a mess of yourself afterward.” His hand closed around her neck, his other forearm threading through her elbows and drawing them behind her back.

Her eyes ringed with white.

Gods. No.

Heat branded itself into her stomach before it flashed through her, familiar like that cornered, wild animal. Her searing golden eyes held his gaze unwaveringly, chin tipped defiantly.

“What’s wrong? No witty retort?” He hummed, and the rest of her skin flushed red. “That’s our little game, right? I bite, you bite back.”

A bead of sweat dripped down her sternum. Her jaw clenched.

“Did you enjoy my scent?” She swallowed, and he felt it.

Her nerves felt white hot, unable to hide from scrutiny, and despite it all, she couldn’t look away.

“You called my name after all.” Bohdan twisted the knife deeper.

Say something.

Anything.

Anything to keep him from—

He broke the stalemate, dropping his gaze. She was dripping all over his length like a dark plum split to its syrupy core, her knees splayed wide around him.

He clicked his tongue, disappointed. Then he dragged the head of his cock tortuously against her sensitive bundle of nerves, through the mess she had made.

Two could play.

Ksenia snagged her bottom lip in her teeth. Her toes curled, and she rolled her hips against him.

“You think of that night often?” She snaked a delicate hand around the nape of his neck with a wicked smile.

“Hardly.” There was that irritating hum again.

His mouth was at her jaw.

“You wish you had let yourself in?” She traced the column of his neck, dragging her hand down her shoulder, over her breast.

His hand tightened on her throat.