Page 175 of Hellbound

He forced her to watch his cock disappear into her repeatedly, stroking her clit in quick, tight circles.

She was barreling toward her climax, and holding back the waves of pleasure was becoming impossible, cresting over every dam she tried to build.

Dark lashes, glossy golden eyes, bloody lips. And right behind her, challenging her, was a mesmerizing set of emerald orbs paired with a cruel smile.

“Already?” Bohdan’s voice was light, admonishing.

Pleasure was bordering on pain. And the pain was becoming so sweet.

“Have some self-control, Lady Sevrant.” He sank his teeth into the curve of her neck.

He fucking dared scold her.

Her body arched to the point of breaking, and she fought to keep her mind from splintering.

His fingers left red prints in their wake, on the dip of her waist and her thighs as he forced her down ever harder, willing her to spiral out of control.

Every muscle snapped taut, a thin sheen of sweat coating her skin as she fought her impending climax.

Her breath stilled.

She couldn’t.

She couldn’t afford to lose.

“I love how easy it is to get under your skin.” Bohdan’s grin curved at her shoulder. “You’ll take any opportunity to prove me wrong, even at your detriment.”

How—

Everything in her seized.

He kept making her play his game.

“And you know the best way I’ve found to ruin you?” Bohdan’s words untethered her. “Shattering you when I decide.” And then, he did just that.

He forced her over the edge into sweet, incandescent pleasure, burning her from the inside out, and she welcomed the destruction he had brought.

He knew exactly how to unmake her. And he had no intention of putting her back the same way.

He crushed their mouths together, swallowing his name. Her walls convulsed around him, pumping every drop of cum out of him with her orgasm.

Gods. Bohdan. Yes. More.

Ksenia’s heart hammered in her chest, skin aglow in the firelight, every muscle shuddering as she struggled to find herself. She looked like a woman reborn. Bohdan wrapped his arms around her body till the harsh edges of her bled into his perfect ones.

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Asharp rap at the door interrupted them.

Ksenia’s eyes darted to Bohdan.

She leaped to her feet and tucked herself into the standing wardrobe, surrounded by his clothes, their cum sliding down her thighs.

Bohdan pulled his trousers back on and slipped into the tunic he had ripped off Ksenia.

The knocks became more insistent.

He swung open the door to see a red-faced Envorsen.