Chapter 36
Bohdan reciprocated her kiss, hard and demanding.
Ksenia bit down on his lip, the taste of his blood mixing on their tongues as his hands roamed her body and she palmed his hard length through his breeches.
She gave in to the debauchery, too strung out to fight the feelings stirring within her—a delicious mix of hatred and desire.
She unraveled beneath his mouth’s wicked ministrations on her neck.
He laced his fingers with hers, breaking the kiss so he could lead them briskly to his quarters.
The wood rattled on the hinges when Ksenia slammed him against the door outside his bedroom, crushing her mouth to his.
Bohdan unlocked the door and they tumbled through, biting and tearing at each other. He unfastened the laces of her trousers as she pushed the leather vest from his shoulders and sliced his tunic clean off with her dagger.
The buttons popped off her chemise, clattering to the floor.
He hummed appreciatively, his eyes skimming the curves of her body from her toned legs, the dip of her waist, and her pert breasts.
His hand captured her gloved one and he kept their eyes locked as he slipped his finger under the lining and removed it.
He pressed a searing kiss against her palm, and a hungry darkness pooled in her core.
Beg me.
Her hand splayed flat against his chest as she roughly shoved him back against the edge of the bed. His legs spread open as she sauntered closer in her undergarments.
She wanted to ruin him. Leave her name on his lips. Bury her knife in his throat.
Coquettishly, Ksenia sat back on her heels, hands braced on her knees as she peered at him through dark lashes.
Bohdan’s large hand stroked her hair affectionately before tightening as she dragged his underwear past his hips, his hardened length springing out.
She stifled her surprise. Feeling it was one thing, but seeing how girthy and generous it was was entirely different. She refused to give him any pleasure in her reaction.
“Do I keep you up at night?” She wrapped her hand around him and pumped slowly, his mouth falling open slightly as he watched.
Wetness collected in a slick line against the fabric between her thighs as her knees splayed out against the rug.
“You are going to be the end of me.” Bohdan bit his lip as he ran the tip of his cock over her lips.
She licked the gathering pre-cum off his tip, inserting the head shallowly into her mouth before making an audible pop and removing her lips.
Bohdan was losing control, fighting the urge to fuck her into submission, but he had more patience than she.
She winked, inserting him into her mouth and raking her teeth against his silky skin, drawing a hiss from his chest.
Her tongue snaked up and down his length as she hollowed her cheeks, pumping him slowly and deeply.
She moaned as he timed the rhythm of her movements with the grind of his hips.
Her nails gripped behind his toned, muscled thighs, using a good deal of her strength to tug him closer. Angry red scratches rose on his skin, and he slid even further down her throat.
Bohdan’s body clenched, and Ksenia sensed he was prolonging the high as long as he could before—
She released him from her mouth, his cock shining with her spit, as an innocent smile played on her mouth.
“You wicked little thing.” His words were strained as his hands found her waist, his fingertips digging into her skin.
He slid her soaked underwear off before settling her legs on either side of his hips, dragging her closer by the backs of her knees.
She slid her wetness against his throbbing length with a sharp intake of her breath, chasing her own pleasure as if he were a mere toy.
He tsked, fingers bruising her hips as he controlled her pace.
“You’ve been thinking about this a long time, admit it.” She chuckled darkly.
He silenced her as he pressed open her mouth with his thumb, and she took the wandering digit into her mouth, laving her tongue against it before setting her teeth against his skin, never breaking eye contact.
His other hand dug around the unmade bedcovers, producing a surprising clink of metal.
In his hand, a silvered curb chain connected a leather collar to matching cuffs.
Ksenia’s heart clenched, a pang of jealousy flooding her system at the thought of Bohdan having been with anyone else so intimately, but she shoved the idea aside.
“I had these made for you.” Her body clenched, her pussy dripping in anticipation.
There it was. Bohdan was a man obsessed with her.
She eyed the collar with equal parts excitement and anxiety.
He cocked an eyebrow at her, an amused smile growing on his face.
“You’re not stringing me up.” She wanted to rip out his throat with her teeth.
“Have the key then. It’s easy enough to reach with your own hands, even when locked.” A skeleton key appeared, and he demonstrated the mechanism on himself, locking and unlocking it with his hands bound in the cuffs.
Her eye flitted to Caromir, discarded in a heap of clothes in front of the bed. “Do your worst.” She smiled darkly at him.
A smirk graced his handsome face as he detached the collared portion from the chain and cuffs.
“You want to stop, we stop.” Bohdan’s thumb traced the column of her neck, fitting the leather collar securely. The restraint was foreign but exhilarating, bobbing up and down as she swallowed.
“Nervous?”
Ksenia huffed a dry laugh. “Hardly.”
But her pulse raced, and her fingernails left half-moon indentations into the tops of her thighs.
He hummed.
She rolled her eyes and offered both hands forward for him to fasten the cuffs. He placed the silver key in her hand and chuckled.
“Hands behind your back…” A tremor raced up her body then.
She obliged and he slid a hand around her waist, pulling her onto his lap. She fought a moan as her pussy slid against his cock, the head nudging against her clit. She couldn’t wait for him to fill her completely, and she ground herself in his lap.
He bit her shoulder admonishingly, the flat of his tongue lapping at the blood that sprang to the surface, and she stilled enough for him to clasp both wrists.
The silvered chain tingled against her spine, the cold metal meeting her feverish skin as he connected it from a metal ring at the back of her neck down to the central ring between her handcuffs.
The length was shorter than she had expected, and she arched her back to keep herself from choking, her hands grasping either wrist against her back to make the strain more tolerable.
“I’ve always thought you look better cuffed,” he whispered against her chest, inhaling deeply.
Ksenia thought she heard him mumble something about how she smelled like stone fruit and snow, but she was too dazed to be sure.
He continued in a low voice. “Though it wouldn’t have been exactly appropriate to fuck you in that prison cell. ”
“As if you had the balls to try.” She quivered against him, her teeth clenched, refusing to give him the satisfaction of making her moan by his touch alone.
He licked his lips.
“You enjoy my cock so much, you can have it. But I have some rules.”
Her eyes snapped to his, irritation spiking. A wide grin split his handsome face.
“Keep your eyes open.” His hand reached over for a tasseled rope at the side of the bed, and with a pull, the tapestry fell away, revealing a vast, gilded mirror.
Gods…What was she getting herself into?
A gush of wetness was her only response, and apparently the only one he needed as he dragged his long fingers against her slit.
“Keep quiet.” He slipped two fingers inside, thumbing her clit in slow circles. A sheen of sweat coated her skin, and she paced her breath.
“And you only come when I allow you to.”
Fuck. Ksenia’s eyes clenched.
This would be torture, that much she knew now.
Bohdan made a disapproving noise, removing his fingers. “Rule number one, remember? Do you need some practice rounds?”
“Don’t patronize me,” she hissed, her pussy shamefully dripping onto his cock and fingers.
“I think you do…”
A scream threatened to break from her mouth as she fought the urge to remove the cuffs and tear his head off.
Bohdan shifted them both closer, settling into pillows and bolsters at the head of the bed, and she found herself staring at their intertwined reflection, her eyes half-lidded and hazy, chest thrust forward.
The serial killer, precariously poised to fuck the man hunting her. The king’s to-be-assassin, about to ruin or be ruined by his bastard son.
He traced lazy circles against her clit, and she bit back her gasp as he slipped, one, two, three digits into her cunt.
She ground against his fingers, her clit meeting his palm, her exhale sharp. He pursed his lips, as if assessing whether she’d broken rule number two, but mercifully continued.
Her hips made filthy circles against his hand, indulging in her pleasure at his expense.
“You’re right. I haven’t been sleeping well, and it’s not because of the killer…”
She wondered how he would feel if he knew they were one and the same.
His palm worked against her clit with a slow but consistent tempo. “It’s because I had to know how you would sound when I did this to you…”
Watching herself get finger fucked was sending her over the edge, her breasts heaving with every shallow pant. Her skin glowed in the firelight, and his free hand reached up to palm her waist before tugging down the cup of her corset and rolling her nipple in his fingers.
“And I have to say, it’s better than I imagined.”
Her canine broke into her soft bottom lip to stifle her moans as he increased his pace, cruelly giving her a fourth finger. She bounced up and down on his hand, the squelching noises from her cunt echoing in the room as her essence dripped down his fingers.
She was lightheaded. Moisture was gathering at the edges of the mirror. Seeing Bohdan beneath her was too much, the way he leaned up and kissed her skin, sucked on her nipples, and left bruising imprints on her skin.
She was about to come.