Chapter 36 #3
She set a merciless pace, the pleasure roiling in her core, threatening to overwhelm her before he gave the word. Blood beaded on her lip from her teeth. She held herself over this agonizing knife’s edge, her climax right on the other side.
Suddenly, his thumb hooked into the corner of her mouth, and she released a raw, keening moan into the room.
“That’s—it.” Bohdan’s voice was low and cruel. “Do you want to come?” Her spit coated his finger, dripping down. “Beg. Me,” he growled, teeth scraping her flesh.
“Please, please let me come, you irritating fucking bastard,” she scathed.
“Well, when you put it like that…” He stroked her hair.
And then he snapped his hips into hers, angling into her sweetest spots.
She shattered with a scream, gushing around his cock.
He continued thrusting with a curse, forcing her to ride out her orgasm, winding her tighter again with his fingers, taking advantage of the ebb and flow of pleasure rolling through her body.
“I think you could take another.”
Her second orgasm was halting, forcing her back up the peak she’d begun to drift from and splintering her mind. His fingers worked against her clit as he rocked her through the aftershocks.
Fuck these restraints. Her fingers numbly fumbled with the key, clicking the cuffs open. She slammed her hands forward against his chest, gathering her breath as the ache in her back subsided.
She fixed him with a glare as he brought his fingers to his mouth, darkly amused.
He had developed an immunity to her poison.
She melded their bodies together as he rocked in and out of her. It was a gnash of teeth, lips, and tongue as they fought for dominance, his hands splayed against the small of her back as he bounced her ass against his hips.
Ksenia tore into his flesh, viciously biting at his exposed skin, the thick muscle of his shoulder, and his defined bicep.
She moaned at the metallic tang of blood on her tongue.
Her fingers were white-knuckled around the headboard for leverage as she met his hips with her own, bringing her to a punishing fullness she’d previously thought was impossible.
“I hate your smug fucking smile.” She gritted her teeth, skewering him with a glare.
He fucked into her, stealing her breath. “You think of me a lot, don’t you?”
No. It was the other way around. It had to be.
“You fucking saunter—” She hissed as his mouth closed on her nipple. “Saunter…into every room—like you own it.”
Her voice trailed off at the end as she watched his tongue flick against her hot skin.
“Do I not?” he rasped against her flesh.
She pried herself off, pushing him back into the pillows as she ground her hips against his, her breath hot in his ear as she bit his lobe, earning a groan.
“That irritating way you hum.”
He dragged her close, till their mouths scraped: “Someone’s obsessed.”
No. No. She was supposed to be the one to bring him to ruin, not the other way around.
Her pulse jumped in her throat, her mouth open for a retort, but her mind was unnervingly blank as he returned his fingers to her clit.
She stilled for a beat.
A beat longer.
She wished with every fiber of her being that she could fill the silence with a scalding response—anything.
He filled it for her.
“You are a force I cannot fight.” The words were low and reverent on his lips.
And they unraveled something deep in her.
Her golden eyes snapped to his pure green ones and found no trace of a lie.
His mask fell away.
All pretenses of his rules went out the window as their hips rolled in unison, his fingers working against her, pushing her over the edge until she came, his name breaking through her lips as if he was keeping her anchored through the powerful waves rolling through her now.
Bohdan never slowed his hips, and she was helpless to do anything but take him. It was carnal the way he fucked her to pieces, lacing one hand in hers and forcing her other arm behind her back as she held on to him for dear life.
Finally, he tumbled over the edge himself, his hips falling out of rhythm as he filled her to the brim. Her name was a strangled whisper against her heaving chest.
She was plastered against him as they struggled to regain their breath.
She had gotten too close.
She’d wanted to weaponize his desire for her, and somehow, she had become entangled in him.
Her reverie broke when he traced lazy circles against her damp skin, up and down her spine, and she let slip a soft moan.
She could practically hear the stretch of his smirk on his face, and it renewed her sick desire for him.
With effort, she pushed herself up off the hard, toned planes of his chest, forcing down her whimper as she unsheathed his cock from her and reminded herself to ignore the urge to slam herself against his hips again.
She’d gone far enough.
“This—was a one-time thing.”
He tilted his head, eyes trained on hers as he knit his hands behind his neck. Every muscle was stretched and taut before her as he tore apart her lie with his gaze alone.
She flushed a deeper red.
“Of course, it won’t happen again unless you ask.”
“As if I would.” Her gaze daggered at him.
He hummed.