Primal Pursuit

“I need to eat you, Rabbit.” I come in close and start to suck and bite her clit.

Fuck, she tastes so good.

Her juices are soaking into my tie wrapped around the blade as I fuck her harder and faster with the knife. I’m so desperate for more of her taste, I lean in even closer, the tip of the blade slashing through my shirt, and I don’t care one bit. She’s getting close, and I’m fucking her harder, sucking her with a more brutal bite, and it’s fucking beyond glorious.

Rabbit starts to shake now, and her clit starts to swell and grow in my mouth. It begins to throb against my tongue, and Rabbit convulses, coming so hard the blade slices into my thumb. But I don’t feel the pain. I just keep the knife inside her, letting her come down on her own time. Letting her enjoy every last goddamn second of euphoria.

When she slows, I ease back and pull it out, straightening and sucking her juices from the handle. “Sweet, sweet rabbit cum,” I murmur.

I place my bleeding thumb against her lips, offering her my blood, and like the twisted little prey she is, she takes it. She sucks it into her mouth, lips tight on it as her tongue laps my flesh.

Our gazes are locked, her eyes hooded and languid. Her pretty pink lips parted and cheeks flushed.

I stand and push my thumb into her mouth then pull it out, trailing it down over her.

I’m never fucking making it to the car.

Dropping my hand, I pull my cock free from my pants, the knife clattering to the ground. It fucking aches, and my fingers wrapping around the shaft are both an aggravation and salvation. But I start to pump, moving savagely over my prick, rubbing my thumb up over my cock’s head to get the precum.

“Shove your fingers in me and make them wet,” she says.

I do—her words making my cock twitch in my palm—and I pump her hard, much harder than I need to, twisting my fingers in to gather as much of her cum as I can. Just when I feel her clenching down in another orgasm, I rip my hand away and put it back around my prick, the glide better, more erotic as she just comes, all trussed up and exposed. Just like a rabbit should be.

It doesn’t take long for my entire body to shoot every piece of pleasure and need into my balls. They tighten, and I come, jacking my jizz all the fuck over her. Her stomach, her pussy, her thighs.

I let out a roar of release and almost stagger back from the violent pleasure of it.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. You nasty, filthy, gorgeous little rabbit.”

I grab her hair and haul her into me, slamming her against me, pulling the rope taut, her feet still caught, and I kiss her hard and deep, fucking mauling her tongue, biting it, biting her lips, kissing her so long that I can’t even breathe. And I rub my cock on her as I do, spreading my seed even further, painting her with my cum.

When I release her from the kiss, I lean my foreheadagainst her, panting. My body is still buzzing, my blood simmering.

“You’re dangerous, Rabbit,” I murmur. “So. Fucking. Dangerous.”

Pushing back, I put my dick away and take more photos of her. I should have gotten some with the knife handle buried in her cunt. But she’s covered in my cum, and it suits her.

“I think,” I say as I slowly, reverently release her and pull her into my arms. “I think we should go the fuck home.”

I don’t take her to her place. I take her to mine.

On the drive, I don’t speak to her. The only talking I do is on the phone. Not the clean-up crew. That’ll be handled. But I’m thinking if the guy has something to do with Fowler, then Dark Sovereign might want this body.

But I also can’t just let her go off. Not now. Not after all that.

It isn’t safe.

For both her and me. She’s linked to Fowler, linked to all this. I don’t know what she knows, and that poses a risk for me. Apart from that, she’s seen me kill. Twice.

Four times if you count her parents, and that’s four times too many. Leaving witnesses—especially those as dangerous and unreadable as Rabbit—isn’t something I do. Not in my line of work.

Once inside my place, I turn to her and slowly start tostrip her naked.

“Is getting stripped as soon as you walk in here an unspoken rule of yours?”

I shrug. “It’s certainly one I’m happy to explore. I don’t bring women home.”

“Just rabbits?” There’s a slight breathy quality to her voice that does things to me.