Primal Pursuit

Who the fuck gave me gin? I don’t drink it. Probably Tobias. He likes to try different things, and often brings booze. The Elite are the only people who come here. Sometimes it’s a good place to strategize away from the…distractions of the club.

“You cook?” she remarks with a half-smile.

“And press flowers.” I say this so deadpan she isn’t sure I’m not an actual maniac. “Yes, I cook. It helps stop me starving to death. This is some of the best beef you’ll find. Ethically sourced. The Italian butcher I get it from supplies the best places in the city.”

She starts laughing. Hysterically.

I turn to her, knife in one hand, tomato in the other. “What is so funny?”

“You.” Poppy wipes the tears from her eyes. “You murder people like it’s no big deal and you’re into ethically sourced beef?”

I put down the knife and tomato, grab her and pick her up, dumping her ass on the marble island. There’s tomato juice on my fingers, and I wipe it over her lips, then slowly lick it off.

“I kill people ethically. Free range. Not sure if they’re organic, but they definitely get to run free. And they deserve it, Rabbit.”

“Do they?”

She’s thinking of her parents, and I’m a completely sadistic fuck because I slide my hand up her thigh and push two fingers into her cunt. They slide in easily.

I thrust slowly, running my thumb over that hot little clit of hers as I do so and wait until her breathing changes, her features twisting and softening into desire.

“Yes…Rabbit. They do.”

I bite and suck her nipple through the shirt, wetting the fabric with my saliva until it’s see-through.

Her nipples are hard.

Her cunt is tight. Wet. And sucks at my fingers.

I pull out my hand and bring it up to her hip bone as I feast a little on her throat. “You know, I’m thinking you might look even better with another tattoo. Plus, I need to get a host of them. Small ones.” And I know exactly what three of them will be.

Poppies. Three black poppies.

For the men I’ve killed for her. Maybe they’ll be red. I haven’t decided yet. Plus, I need to get something for the hits I conducted in Europe.

“Right here on your hip bone I can put ‘fuck bunny,’ or ‘fuck, bunny.’ Or just carve my initials into you. What do you say?”

“That you’re a sick asshole.”

“What does that make you? Begging me to fuck you with that hunting knife handle. And you loved every second, didn’t you?”

“Yes…” The whisper is needy, half-broken. Perfection.

I straighten and put my hands to each side of her. “Why the fuck aren’t you scared of me, Rabbit? I killedtwo men in front of you. Fucked you in front of the second one, and then tortured him. You shouldn’t want to be here. Alone. With me.”

“I’m not like other women, Davian. I’m fucked up, too, remember.”

I nod, both believing her and not. She’s certainly completely fucked in the head like me, but there’s whatever little plan she has in there, too. And I don’t understand her end game.

She came here with me.

She wanted me to fuck her in that dangerous way.

Rabbit’s so perfect that I’m really trying to work out her angle.

But until then, until this ends, I’m going to enjoy her.

I cook the steaks and serve them rare with the salad, and she eats up. I watch, observing her as I eat.