Primal Pursuit

Shit.

“You remember your safe word?” he murmurs close to me.

“I remember it,” I say, voice trembling. And I swear I almost feel him fucking smile. It’s like a sweet thing in the air, and full of knives.

“Good. Because you better use it if you need to.” His mouth comes to mine, so close that when he speaks his lips almost kiss me. “I’m going to fuck you, Rabbit. And it’s not gonna be pretty. Do you want pretty? Do you want to be told how beautiful you are while my cock gently strokes against your pussy walls?”

My heart contracts and my pussy throbs and aches. God, I fucking hate him, so much.

“Or do you want to hear what a dirty slut you are while getting your cunt wrecked and left with an ache between your thighs after coming so hard you lost your goddamn mind?”

Jesus.

He steps back and is so still, I’m plunged into a world of darkness that’s deprived of everything. I swallow,forcing myself to calm just a little, and when I do, I latch on to the electromagnetic current that’s Davian.

“I want you completely naked this time.”

His hands are on me, and he slides something cold and metallic between my breasts. A snip whispers sharp in the air, and my lips part as I let out a breath.

He brings the scissors to my pants and cuts them too, down one side and then the other.

He rips the clothes from me and helps me out of my sneakers and socks, and then I’m shivering. Naked. In front of him.

Again.

But this time I can’t see him.

Taking my hands, he ties them together, and I know I should say the word. I know I should stop whatever this is. But I don’t. I can’t.

Gently, he lifts my arms above my head, tying them on something…and then he’s gone.

“Davian,” I say into the stillness, and a sharp sound slices through the air followed by unbelievable pain searing my skin.

“Ow!”

“Use your safe word, Rabbit.”

I bite my bottom lip, and another lash cuts across my flesh.

“Safe word.”

I shake my head, steeling myself against the pain. Over and over and over again, he brings the whip down on me and the pain swells to something I can’t bear. He hits my back, my thighs, stomach, breasts. My ass.

His breathing is the only sound other than me and thewhip, and I force myself to focus on him and not the pain. Focus on how his breathing changes with every lash, his sharp intake of breath right after he strikes, and I imagine it’s the sight of my flesh blushing from his whip that has him sucking in air.

The pain soon morphs into a pleasure so strong that I can scarcely believe it. My clit pulses in time with my racing heart, and the sweet ache radiates from it until I am drowning in desire. Oceans of slickness flood down my thighs and mix with the heat emanating from my core. I can hardly control my need as I wait desperately for his touch.

“Are you wet, Rabbit?” he murmurs wickedly, tantalizing me further with his husky voice.

I let out a moan when he slides a finger through my slit—back and forth before pushing two fingers into me.

And I come. Hard.

Shaking. Shivering. Not caring that it’s him. The man I’ve dreamed about killing.

I’m swallowing my whimpers when Davian unties my hands, letting me tumble to the ground.

He grabs my head, and his cock is there, at my lips. The scent of him is musky, clean, the hint of salt and that damn aroma of him that coils in my senses—roses and honey, rum and cigarettes.