Primal Pursuit

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My body is alive with pure energy, my veins lit up with a raging fire that ignites an orgasmic explosion. I feel like I’m suffocating from the pleasure, unable to breathe until I receive one last wave of euphoria that radiates through every part of me.

It’s electrifying, a never-ending current running through my veins, and it only intensifies as I give in to the madness.

I almost black out, but her damn shaking legs make me grab and hold her, gripping tight as I push into her again and again, giving her every last drop of my cum.

I’m halfway down from the high when I hear the most delicate, most broken fucking sound I’ve ever heard.

It’s like a single, clear note of glass shattering on the pavement.

My rabbit is sobbing.

And it’s fucking beautiful.

I lie against her back, the fur of her jacket and my shirt stopping us from being flesh to flesh, and there’ssomething about us connected in one place and nowhere else that gives me a rolling aftershock.

She’s heaving. Her entire body moves as she takes giant breaths, and I wrap a hand around her throat, forcing her chin up, and twist her head toward me over her shoulder.

I draw her face up so our mouths almost touch, but they don’t. “You came, Rabbit,” I rasp against her sweet lips, causing her to tremble against me. “You came for me.”

I ease out of her, bringing my mouth up to her ear, and I bite and suck her lobe once more. “You owe me your number.”

She pushes me off her and whirls around to face me, rage flashing with dangerous beams from her blue irises. Delicious.

“I hate you.”

“And I believe you.” I grin as I tuck myself away and do up my pants. “Number, Rabbit?”

She straightens her coat, tightening the belt, her agitation evident in every move.

“You know the area code. Number, 3825,” she says, taking a breath. “968.”

She sweeps up the handbag from the ground, turns her back, and walks off like nothing happened. She doesn’t even turn to look at me when she rounds the corner.

Even though I just came, her dramatic exit just made me hard all over again. But there’s a prickle of suspicion in the back of my skull. She gave up her number a little too easy.

What was it? 382-5968?

No. That fucking pause she made was deliberate. 3825 then 968. I convert the numbers to the letters on the keypad of my phone and it takes me a moment, but I have it.

And then I start fucking laughing.

‘Fuck You.’

She spelled fuck you.

Oh, yeah, I like this little rabbit. And it’s going to be fun hunting her, taunting her and tearing her down to bone and blood.

So. Much. Fun.

Chapter

Five

POPPY

The secondI close my apartment door, I start stripping, jerking my coat off my shoulders and kicking my shoes across the room.

I’m dirty.


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