Primal Pursuit

“You like that, Rabbit?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

Davian strokes me, and it’s so glorious, so unwanted, so much like the need to breathe that I don’t know what to do. I want him shoved in me. I need him to stretch me wide as he fucks me.

I gasp when I feel his mouth on me—featherlight—kissing along my lower back, setting my flesh on fire. His tongue slides against my skin, his lips warm and delicious, his mouth a sensual river of lust as he moves down, my body anticipating the feel of his warm mouth where I need it most.

Down…down…

He bites. Hard.

I squeal as his teeth sink into my flesh, then he releases me and continues to stroke my clit as he covers my back with his hard form, his hard cock rubbing against me.

“What? You think I’m going to lick your cunt? I told you, if you want my tongue on your pussy, you better be worth it, Rabbit.”

I breathe out, and it grates in the air as so many vibrations hit me. The throb of pain, the sweetness of the sudden blood flow, the soft stroke on my clit that isn’t enough, and the heat that spreads through my veins. I’m torn in a million directions at once.

“Why are you here, little treat?”

I clench my teeth. “To audit.”

“Yeah? I’m going to audit the absolute fuck out of your ass. I’m going to ream it raw, take you here and now and leave you a screaming, shuddering mess.”

“T-that’s rape.”

“Is it? Yet you’re lifting that ass to me like you really want it. Badly.”

I moan. Oh, God, I do.

I’m rubbing against him because whatever this fucked-up game is, right now it’s not enough. My body wants more while my head struggles to form a single coherent thought.

“Was that a moan, Rabbit?”

“More like a sneer,” I bite back. “Of disgust.”

He starts to rub me, coating his fingers, painting my sex, and another moan slips free.

“Why the fuck are you here?” he demands.

“I told you.”

I start to move, to fight him, but he shifts the knife soit’s in a tighter position. It should scare me knowing my life is beating against his blade. But it doesn’t. Instead, it’s amplifying everything. The lust. The hate. The adrenaline.

“You wanna play, Rabbit?”

“No.” My voice trembles with the lie.

He plunges in with three fingers, then pulls out and paints my asshole with my arousal.

Nerves and fear ignite, and I try to push back. “No.”

“Yes. You can lie, but you can’t hide the truth, Rabbit. You’re still pushing this sweet ass up to me. You want it. All of it.”

“Fuck you.”

“Only if you’re lucky.” And he laughs.