Primal Pursuit

“Make it count, Rabbit. You might never get this chance again. Do it.”

He thrusts up into me, and I tremble, my pussy walls clenching with pleasure.

He grabs my wrist again, and he pulls down so the scissors’ point pierces his skin, a drop of blood trickling down.

Pleasure takes control of me. Rolling. Crashing. Exploding.

Fire erupts in my bones as I ride him, his cock thick and hard, stretching me over and over, turning me into amindless heap of lust that won’t stop until I’m ruined and wrecked. Until there’s nothing but madness and pleasure. I come hard and loud, screaming as I finally let go of the scissors and they clatter to the floor.

I drop down, my face on his chest, desperately trying to catch my breath while my thoughts burn with affliction.

“No, Rabbit. I’m not done yet.” He pulls out of me, spinning us around and throwing me onto all fours. His hands grip my waist firmly, his fingers digging into my skin until I gasp. Then he takes me forcefully from behind, thrusting deep into me with each movement.

He strokes into me deep, not caring about anything but his own pleasure, and I revel in it as he shoves me down onto the floor to hammer me as hard as he can.

It’s pain. It’s pleasure.

I need it. I hate it.

It’s overwhelming and intoxicating, turning me into this person I don’t know.

The last thing I want is to be fucked by him and be turned on by it. I never expected him to affect me in this way, and it’s making me sloppy. It makes me veer off my plan.

He slams into me one more time, and his fingers bite into me as he holds himself there, shuddering and groaning, cock twitching as he comes inside me.

We’re both panting, spent, our bodies trembling in the aftermath. “You hate it, don’t you?”

“Hate what?”

He’s still inside me when he pulls me up by my hair, painfully craning my neck as he whispers into my ear, “You hate that my cock makes you feel good.”

“Fuck you, Davian.”

He pulls out and rolls me onto my back, and I’m frozen solid staring up at him.

My gun’s in his hand, and it’s pointed at my face. “You’re fucking weak, Rabbit. You couldn’t even kill me.”

“I do things on my time.”

He cocks a brow. “So, it’s only a matter of time before you kill me?”

“Most likely.”

“Then tell me why I shouldn’t kill you right now.”

And he cocks the gun.

Chapter

Six

DAVIAN

I look down at her.

She’s not scared; she’s furious. I’ve got a fucking gun—unloaded, but she doesn’t know that—pointed at her pretty face, and she’s about to spit fire at me.

This one really fucking hates me. It boils all the way from her marrow, poisoning her, but it’s entertaining the shit out of me.