Bound by Fire

Episode 8: Surrender and Sin

Seraphina had spent her entire life resisting.

Resisting men who thought they could control her.

Resisting enemies who underestimated her.

Resisting the pull of anything she couldn’t dominate.

But Kieran Blackwell? He was not something she could resist.

He was inevitable.

Her wrists were bound behind her with his silk tie, her bare skin pressing against the cold glass of the penthouse window.

The city sprawled beneath them. Lights twinkling. Cars moving. Life continuing, oblivious.

And here she was. Completely at his mercy.

His breath was warm against her neck, his hands firm on her hips. Every touch, every whisper of contact, sent hot, reckless fire curling deep inside her.

“You’re so still,” Kieran murmured, lips brushing the sensitive skin behind her ear. “Are you waiting for me to ruin you, sweetheart?”

Her fingers curled into fists. She hated that his words sent heat pooling between her thighs.

“I’m waiting for you to try.”

His low chuckle vibrated through her. “Still playing games?” His fingers skimmed along the curve of her waist, teasing, slow. Too slow.

Seraphina clenched her jaw. She wouldn’t beg.

Wouldn’t break.

But when Kieran’s hand slid between her thighs, fingers grazing exactly where she needed them, she inhaled sharply.

Bastard.

He heard it. Felt it. Knew.

His smirk was against her skin as he pressed his lips just below her jaw. “I felt that.”

Seraphina bit back a curse. She hated him. She hated him.

She hated how much she wanted more.

“You’re wet for me,” he murmured, dragging his fingers through her slick heat, torturously slow, teasing.

Seraphina’s eyes fluttered shut, her thighs tightening, but he didn’t let her close them.

Kieran pressed against her, his grip firm, his fingers moving with expert precision.

She let out a soft gasp as he circled her c**t, just once, just enough to make her shudder. Just enough to drive her insane.

He exhaled sharply, as if restraining himself, his voice lower now, rougher. Hungrier.

“I want to hear you,” he said. “I want the city to hear you.”

Seraphina’s teeth sank into her lower lip, fighting the sounds clawing up her throat. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

Kieran smirked. “Still holding back?”

His fingers slid inside her.

Her breath stuttered. God.

He curled them just right, finding that spot, that unbearable, torturous spot, and Seraphina’s control snapped.

A soft, desperate sound escaped her lips.

Kieran hummed in approval. “That’s better.”

He didn’t stop. Didn’t ease up.

His other hand found her throat, tilting her head back against his shoulder, forcing her to watch herself in the reflection.

“Look at you,” he murmured against her skin. “So defiant. So proud. And now?”

His fingers pushed deeper. Harder.

Seraphina let out a strangled moan, her knees threatening to buckle.

Kieran caught her effortlessly, one arm banding around her waist, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

His breath was ragged now, his body tense behind her.

She felt all of him.

Hard. Unyielding. Ready.

And when he whispered, “You should see how beautiful you look when you come undone,”

Seraphina shattered.

Her release ripped through her, fast and sharp, pleasure wracking her body as she gasped his name.

Too loud. Too desperate.

Kieran groaned, pressing a kiss against the side of her neck, his grip tightening as he rode out her pleasure with slow, devastating movements.

Seraphina hated how utterly destroyed she felt.

Her heart pounded, her body weak, her knees barely holding her up.

And Kieran?

Completely in control.

She panted, catching her breath, eyes locking onto his in the reflection.

Kieran smirked, fingers still between her thighs, teasing her overstimulated body.

“I think,” he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to her shoulder, “you’re starting to enjoy losing to me.”

Seraphina gritted her teeth.

She wasn’t done with him. Not even close.

If Kieran thought he’d won, he was about to learn something very, very important.

Seraphina Sinclair never loses.