Primal Pursuit

“So?” she challenges. “Are you going to kill me?”

“You wanted to stab me, darling Rabbit. I’ll be stupid if I don’t.”

She swallows hard, the delicate contour of her throat visible for a second as she does.

“But since you’re looking at me like that, I might not kill you…today.”

“And how, exactly, am I looking at you?”

“Like you hate me, yet you want me to fuck you all over again.” I skim up to her ear. “I humiliate you. Hurt you, call you names. Whip the living shit out of you and draw blood, and you come like you crave more.”

“Or maybe I want you close enough so I can kill you.” Her voice shakes when she says that.

And I don’t think I’ve been this excited in years, maybe ever. “You can try.”

“I think I’d like to leave.”

Yeah, she probably does, but she also doesn’t move, and she doesn’t use her word. She’s as fucking addicted to this as I am, and I think I want to spin this out to the very end. It’s going to make it all the more delicious when I snap my jaws down and crack those bones that cage her soul.

I pop the lid from the red lipstick and roll it up. “You have to use your word first.”

But she doesn’t say it. She just looks at me, but I notice there’s something a little lost at the center of the anger and hate and the lust. She might suspect I’m the assassin from her childhood. Maybe this is her fucked up game she’s playing, a game of chase and revenge.

It should make me cautious. Make me want to bury her rather than fuck her.

But all it does is amplify the fucking excitement.

I’ll take it as a game for now. Really, it makes no difference, except perhaps how this ends.

I might have to kill her.

Besides, even if her plan is to kill me, I doubt she’d be able to finish the job. She hates, yes, but there’s a shimmerof something in her eyes that speaks of good. Then again, maybe not.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I like razor-sharp edges. Risk.

This adds to the chase.

“No word, Rabbit?”

“Not tonight.”

I smirk, my gaze sweeping over her naked body still sprawled on the floor, and I start to write on her with the blood-red lipstick.

Nasty things.

Vile things.

Slut. Whore. Cunt. Fuck bunny. That’s my favorite.

I should make her have that tattooed on her pelvic bone, just for my pleasure.

I toss the lipstick away and admire the art on her flesh. “It’s not that you’re only these things, Rabbit.”

She looks down and half moans as I slip my hand between her legs and start to finger her with slow strokes. “It’s that I want to break you apart. You wanted me to find you, so here I am. And you better be ready to fucking play. Because I’m going to fuck you over.” I sink my finger deeper into her, causing her back to arch. “I’m going to rip you into shreds and consume you. I’ll make sure you’re so fucking lost in me there will be no way out for you.”

I’m telling her the truth because it’s more delicious that way. Salt to bring out the sweetness, to cover the bitterness of the moment when it comes, and when it all hits her, it’ll be too late. She’ll be mine, and then I’ll decide her fate.

So, I tell her that, too.