Page 174 of Hellbound

“You wish you had punished me—” She touched herself.

“Is that what you want?” The pressure increased.

“So do it.” Her laugh was lilting, dark. “All your empty threats—”

He sank his teeth deep into her shoulder as he ripped her head back and slotted himself fully into her soaking wet cunt without warning. She shuddered as her mind went blank.

A raw, keening moan climbed up her throat as pre-cum slicked her thighs from the sheer force. He dragged her mouth to his, fingers death-gripped in her locks. His other hand traced lazy circles across her damp skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. A heady mix of pain and pleasure.

The split on her lip had reopened, blood mixing on their tongues as he forced her into a slow kiss, prying open her defenses one by one like petals on a rose.

He held her head still, depriving her of all air, until she scraped his skin and his blood was beneath her fingernails.

She didn’t want this.

She fucking needed this.

She sucked in greedily as he let her come up for air.

“Still remember my rules?” His voice was unnervingly calm.

Her cunt convulsed.

He forced her into a torturous pace as her fingernails dug into his thighs, hips, whatever she could grab to better impale herself on his cock.

“Look at yourself while I ruin you.” He snaked a forearm up between the valley of her breasts to lock his hand across her shoulder.

He gave her a brief moment of respite, admiring. Her chest heaved with every shallow pant, her defiant gold eyes a touch softer, lips swollen.

Then the moment ended.

Her resolve broke with a scream as he mercilessly slammed her needy cunt down onto his thick cock.

“That’s all right—I don’t want you quiet.”

A cruel smile twisted his lips as he dragged his fingers through their combined wetness, and she twitched at his light touch.

“Go—fuck yourself,” Ksenia gritted as he rocked into her even deeper, his fingers rubbing in that steady, relentless pattern without fail.

“I already have you for that.” He clicked his tongue.

“I—hate you.” Her retort stuttered.

Their hips rolled in unison, deeper with every stroke. From tip to base, she bounced on him as he licked and sucked on everything within his reach until she was trembling.

“You don’t fuck like you do.” His mouth was hot at her ear.

The sound of their slick flesh grew louder in the room, rivaled only by the rain outside.

The mirror fogged, sweat gathering at the back of her thighs and neck. A tremor racked her body, and she knew she was failing the game miserably.

Ksenia had no control.

Her hand left its defensive post, clawing through his hair, but he didn’t need the encouragement to begin with.

Her moans grew higher in pitch, her body taut as a bowstring, and he leaned into her, her lip bruised from biting.

Her legs shook from her building orgasm, and she rode him viciously.