Primal Pursuit

“Are you a trapped rabbit? Is that it? Got more than you can chew?” He leans in, the knife between my breasts now, and I gasp at the sudden sting.

He cut me. The bastard’s cut me.

I should be shocked and appalled, but the warm dribble of blood ignites a flame inside me.

“Or maybe you’re just too damned scared to take it where you want this to go.” He leans in, his mouth touching my ear. “Then again, maybe you’re trying to play? Are you, Rabbit? Because, I have to fucking tell you, I can fucking play.”

His other hand grabs my hair, and he pulls my head back, hair tight in his fist, and he leans in and licks one nipple as he slices with the knife, the point deliberately nicking my skin on its way down my front.

I try to suppress the moan threatening to escape my lips, but there’s too much sensation. The throbbing need in my clit. The tiny cuts on my torso that sting just enough to make me sing. And my nipple? Oh, fuck. I want to shove my breast into his face and make him suck and bite harder.

It all clashes together, and like a brutal tidal wave itbrings my legs crashing, my body hyperaware of every little thing.

Davian holds me up by my hair, and I’ve never felt more alive—so fucking alive I can taste the pain, the hate, the lust and need. It’s thick on my tongue, and I wish I could spit it out, be rid of it. But it tastes too damn good.

Davian’s masked face is a twist of erotic pleasure, bathed in a sadist’s euphoria.

I’ve got him. I know it.

He’s hooked, and now’s the time I need to get out of here. I need to leave him wanting, leave him ravenous for more. He won’t be able to help himself. He’ll have to have more.

He slides his fingers between my breasts and lifts them and leans in, licking the fresh cut clean.

“I thought you said you won’t run,” he says against my skin.

“I’m not running,” I whisper.

“But you’re thinking of it…aren’t you?” My body erupts with heat and chills at the same time as he circles my nipple with his expert tongue. “I’m sorry, Rabbit, but you had your chance. You’re trapped now.”

Davian now trails fire by fingertip down my torso, over my stomach, and down between my pussy lips. He locks eyes with me, and I’m aching, throbbing, needing to be filled in a way I can’t control. When he pushes a finger into me, I clamp down on him and shudder as ripples of desire flow outward—hot and exquisite in their pleasurable burn.

And he knows. He fucking knows.

Pulling his finger free, he waves the tip beneath mynose, letting me smell the musk of my unwanted arousal, and as he steps up, pushing his body against mine, I can feel his erection as I watch him suck my juices from his fingers.

It’s the single most erotic moment of my life, and I hate him for it. It makes me want to hurt him even more, here and now. But I can’t.

Not here.

Not yet.

There’s a beat that throbs in the air, thickening it as he looks at the girl still being tongue fucked on the table.

She moans loudly, and then Davian gazes at me again like he’s viewing a meal, and says, “Time to perform, Rabbit. If you dare.”

He doesn’t give me a chance, just spins me and drags me up to the table next to theirs. He pushes me down, ass up, and kicks my legs apart. I grab at the edge of the table to stop myself from crashing down onto it, and I try to push back and throw him off me, but he doesn’t budge. He’s too strong.

Davian doesn’t acknowledge my struggle, and all I can hear is my breathing. Music is playing in the background with a pulsing bass line and sultry lyrics, but it slowly fades out. There’s him and me. No one and nothing else. Just the slam of my heart and staccato of my pulse and the heat of his touch, the roughness of his grip.

I flinch and swallow when he brings the knife up and under my chin, blade against my throat.

“If you don’t want me slicing you open ear to ear and letting you bleed the fuck out, you’ll keep your hands onthe edge of the table and you won’t move. Not unless I tell you to.”

There’s no asking if I understand, and he releases my hair, the knife steady, the pressure measured. One wrong move, and he’ll do it. I know he will. It should scare me to death, but it doesn’t. It’s like the risk, the danger, I’m feeding off it, and it’s giving me a high I’ve never experienced before.

He skims his fingers lightly down my spine, sending shivers cascading through me. All the way down to my ass, then lower, along my pussy that’s so wet his fingers glide all the way to my clit, and when he touches there…oh, God.

My pussy clenches hard as that touch sets off everything in me and I fucking start to throb with a bright, tingling need that demands more.