Primal Pursuit

The bastard laughs and pushes his thumb into my ass, his fingers working both holes, turning my moans into whimpers of ecstasy.

I start really thrusting back. Like I can’t get enough. Like I need more.

There’s a war raging inside me. I want to kill this motherfucker and coat my hands with his blood, but I know if I try to do it now, there’s a slim chance of succeeding. And even if I manage to slit his throat and cut out his heart, I’ll be dead by morning, too. So, for now, all I can do…is just go with it, and it’s hard to say whether it’s against my will or not because, right now, I know nothing—not while his hands and mouth are on me, feeding the darkness with his touch.

I’m trembling as his fingers continue to fuck me. I’m just one big ache that’s so tinged with pleasure I could come with one touch on my clit. But he avoids my clitnow, just thrusts his fingers deep and hard into my holes, the knife at my throat.

“Do you want to come, Rabbit?”

I do. Desperately.

Fuck!

This is the moment of truth.

I take a breath…

Chapter

Four

DAVIAN

“Do you want to come, Rabbit?”

“Not with you.” She spits the words even as I keep her on the edge with deep, rough thrusts with my fingers, my cock ready to shoot in my pants if I do more than rub on her thigh.

“Most definitely with me. While everyone looks at this blushing pink, wet, swollen cunt of yours, you’ll fucking come.”

I stretch the two fingers I have in her pussy, and she shudders, moans, yet refuses to give in. God, I love her fight.

“Come on. You know you want to.”

“No.”

Before I know what she’s doing, she pushes down on the knife at her throat.

Holy fuck.

I pull it straight back, but she’s managed to nick herself, her blood clinging to the blade.

I slip my fingers out of her, and my cock is sofucking hard it hurts as it twitches in my trousers. I don’t know what the fuck this game she’s playing is, but it’s a little more than sex play, and I’m so here for it.

Plus, she’s familiar in a way I can’t quite place, almost like she was made to fit…something. I’ve never been so fucking intrigued in my life. This woman has my heart racing with anticipation, and that’s not easily done. At all.

I lick her coppery, salty blood from the blade and step back to see what she’ll do.

Will she run? Will she stay? Will she beg for my cock?

Fuck, her body is lit like a goddamn circuit board, and if I were any other man, I’d shove my cock in her here and now, put her out of her misery. But I’m not just any man. My thoughts are twisted, and my mind is a dangerous, devious, wickedly ingenious place. And this woman—by God, the things I could do to her. The games we could play. But for now, I wait.

She heaves deep, jagged breaths, her thighs shaking. But she pushes herself up and turns—naked, a trickle of blood on her throat like rubies, and she raises her chin, eyes glittering with want and hate and lust. It’s the hate part that intrigues me the most.

With her shoulders squared, she owns her nakedness with confident perfection, her desire flushed across her cheeks. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Not as much as I could be. I have a suite.”

“Not interested.”