Primal Pursuit

My fucking body knows because I slow melt against him. And it’s not until he carries me to a dark corner that I start to struggle. “Let go of me.”

“Stop,” he demands, pushing my front to the wall. “Security will be up your ass, and I’ll give you to them.”

“Rather security than you.”

He laughs. “Sweet rabbit, I missed your dulcet ways.” His mouth is at my ear, and tiny shivers of electricity ripple through me. “If you try to do what you did to that guy, I’ll fucking rip you to shreds and suck your bones clean. Got it?”

I push my ass into his groin, hatefully pleased he’s getting big and hard.

He sets me down, and I turn, shoving against his chest, but he doesn’t move.

Christ, he’s gorgeous.

His mouth is turned up very slightly, and there’s a hungry glint that’s on the perfect side of carnal in his green eyes. He’s lean, broad, and beyond hot in a black sweater and black jeans.

My pussy throbs hard, sending a wave of need through me that makes me glad of the sneakers on my feet. Anything even approaching a heel and I’d probably fall over.

I cross my arms. “Do you have my phone bugged?”

“Do I need to, Rabbit? It seems a little boring to do something like that. Kind of makes the chase toothless. I don’t like toothless or safe.”

“Neither do I.”

He reaches out and coils a hand in my hair, pulling my head up so we’re almost mouth to mouth. He’s never kissed me.

Ever.

“Do you always wear black?” I murmur.

“Disappointed, Rabbit?” He comes in so close his breath paints my lips and the scent of him, the tobacco and rum and roses and filthy, dirty nights winds around me, making me dizzy. “I thoughtyouthought I’m the devil.”

“I don’t think of you at all.”

“Bad things happen to bad girls who lie.”

Davian walks me backward until I hit the wall, pushing a jean-clad thigh between my legs, and slips his free hand up to my pussy, palming my sex, and I close my eyes.

“Bad things also happen to bad girls who disobey.”

He digs a finger in against my clit, and I jump as heat and fire and a violent sweetness hit me. But he doesn’t stroke or rub me, he pokes that finger through the delicate lace of my panties and pulls, ripping a giant hole right down the middle.

I flinch as the sides dig in a moment. And it’s not because I don’t like it, but because it feels so fucking good. I like that bite.

He pushes a finger into me, eliciting a moan from my lips. Davian begins to finger fuck me with a roughness thatjust begins to touch the edge in me, just starting to ease the need.

“So fucking wet for me. My good little rabbit.” He starts to bring his finger forward to rub my G-spot. “Tell me again you don’t think of me at all.”

“Fuck. You.”

“We’ll get to that soon.”

I moan and start to slip down into the pleasure he’s stirring, but I latch on to the coldness of my hate and clench my fist, swinging it up to hit him. Davian lets go of my hair and grabs my arm, forcing it back down as he finger fucks me harder. Reward? Punishment? I don’t know. I just don’t want it to feel so good.

He holds my wrist by my side a moment and laughs, before coming up to put his hand around my throat. “Come now, rabbit, you gotta do better than that.”

I’m trying to stop myself from liking this too much, and it’s a losing battle. I want to give over to it, drown in his touch. But I keep my eyes locked on him.

“Why do you call me rabbit?”