Page 92 of Hellbound

“What do you think I should do, Senka?”

The way he said her name, like he was tasting every syllable before it lifted off his tongue, untethered her.

Her smile pressed wider.

“Put me in my place.” Her voice dropped and she met his eyes. “If you think you can.”

“You wouldn’t survive it.”

Heat flashed through her, and suddenly she felt feral. Indignant.

She was meant to be the one to push him off the edge. To break his immaculate mask and shred him to pieces.

That dangerous glint was back as he tilted his head, a slow smile crawling on his face.

“What’s wrong? You were so brave just a moment ago.”

Fuck. Him.

Ksenia dragged him close, fitting their mouths together.

And it was perfect.

Every reasonable, fear-driven thought shattered in her mind, until all she could do was give in to the hedonism threatening to break the dam of her sanity.

He tasted like pomegranate. Fine liquor.

Snaking against the bottom of her skull, he wound his fingers through her wet hair, dragging her closer.

There was nothing pretty nor chaste about it; their lips scraped against each other, wrestling for control.

The rain spilled down in sheets over the eaves, shielding the pair from prying eyes.

Bohdan melded her body to his. It drove her insane. Feeling the hardness of him against her softness, with only thin layers of clothing as their barrier.

The storm drowned out all other noise except for them.

His insistent fingers dragged and bruised at her waist, and he gave a rumbling approval of her nipping at his lip, drawing blood.

A moan threatened to slip out between Ksenia’s clenched teeth as he wrenched her head to the side to lave his tongue, hot and wet, against her jawline then down the smooth column of her throat.

The murderer kissing the detective.

The criminal kissing the executioner.

The to-be-assassin of the king kissing his bastard son.

It was delicious. Wrong. And everything she had to have from here on out.

Her hands fisted in the collared opening of his tunic, drawing him closer as her head lolled back, inviting him further.

More, more.

His breath was hot against her wet skin as he ground against the sweet spot between her legs.

Just a little more…

Ksenia drove her blade upward, seeking purchase within his neck, her eyes gleaming as lightning split the sky.