Chapter 40 #3
“You wish you had let yourself in?” She traced the column of his neck, dragging her hand down her shoulder, over her breast.
His hand tightened on her throat.
“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.
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.