'No!' Isadora thought, desperate to say that out loud, but the words choked in her throat as a moan broke free instead.
Kraven had picked the pace, and he was anything but gentle; the snapping of his waist against hers made her bones ache.
Her nails dug into his skin, gliding and leaving behind a trail of red marks.
"Kraven!" She begged for a halt or an ease, but the only response she got was his cruelty.
"Maybe this will stop you from meddling with my head."
He was angry.
Isadora gasped when he picked her up, locking them tightly until he was deep within her.
"You saw it yourself, didn't you? Never toy with that part of me, do you understand?"
"No!" Isadora countered. "And I'm not toying I—" She didn't get to finish before her back met the bed, knocking the air out of her.
He rammed into her until she screamed, called his name, and wriggled but she was locked tight as passionate bittersweet bliss consumed her.
