Primal Pursuit

That’s it.

There’s no skill needed. No special training.

Press down and slice.

Easy.

I start shaking, and I can’t stop. No, I can do this. I can.

But I can’t move. I can’t press down or draw it across his throat, and I can’t lift it away.

Then suddenly, without moving, Davian’s eyes snap open and my breath catches in my throat.

Dread hits every part of me with a terrible, clanging coldness.

I think he’s been awake the entire time.

He’s too alert, too still. Too fucking calm.

We stare at each other for the longest time, and I can feel my heart digging its way out of my back.

Slowly, he reaches up, placing his hand on top of mine that’s holding the knife to his throat, and he pushes down.

“Don’t be fucking boring, Rabbit,” he grits out. “If you’re going to do it, you better fucking do it. Now. Because if you don’t…I’ll be the one killing you instead.”

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

DAVIAN

Fuck.She’s shaking. Rabbit’s shaking.

That’s dangerous.

I might be getting hard. I might be turned on, but I’m also fucking furious. I woke the moment she did and pretended to be asleep because I wanted to see what she’d do.

The little flower did not disappoint. Or…maybe she did.

I find it boring that she got a knife.

“There are other ways to do it, if you want to kill me, Poppy.”

She starts shaking more, and while I could take the knife from her, I don’t.

The knife is the dangerous part I don’t particularly care about. She’s strong, but not that fucking strong, or that fast.

Chances are she’d cut me, yes, but she’s not going to be able to take me down.

“Do it, Rabbit,” I snarl at her.

“I want to, Davian. I really do.” A small sob breaks free, and she pulls the knife away. “But I just. Fucking. Can’t.”

“That’s disappointing.” I snatch the knife from her, grab her hips, and flip us so I’m on top, my hard-on between her thighs, pushing at her entrance that’s already wet. I bring the knife to her throat and flex my hips, thrusting into her.

Her back arches, and she throws her head back, craning her neck, pushing her delicate throat harder against the blade.

Fuck me, she’s beautiful.