Primal Pursuit

He gives me a filthy smile. “Because you’re delicious prey.”

“I’m not prey.”

“Of course you are. You’re in my trap, Rabbit. Look at you.”

Davian continues to work his fingers in and out of me, and my breath starts to come in short, sharp, hitching pants. He has me right on the edge of coming, and I smack his arm with my other hand. And the fucker stops, and I can’t stop the whimper of disappointment.

He cocks a brow, his lips curling at the edges. “See?”

“Why do you call me rabbit?”

He brings his mouth to my ear, his breath teasing across my skin. “A pet rabbit can be taught to sit on your lap and do simple tricks.”

“You think I’m simple?” My voice is low and deadly.

“No. But I can teach you tricks.” He frowns as he pulls his finger from me, bringing it to his mouth, sucking it once before sliding it between my lips, his gaze fixed on it. “Did you know a rabbit can’t vomit? If I can teach you that?—”

I bite down on his finger, and he hisses as he yanks my hair back. Then he slowly pulls his finger out, running down my chin to my neck, to my cleavage.

“You’re an asshole,” I spit out while trying to hide the way my body quivers beneath his touch.

“True.” He twists one of my nipples, and it runs a high octane current to my clit, leaving my insides coiled tight. “What about I shove my cock down your throat real deep and see if you really are a rabbit?”

“How about you go fuck yourself?”

“You with a mouthful of cum for me to play with?”

“I’ll get you a dildo, you can stick it up your ass.”

“Tempting,” he says, “but I had a different game in mind.”

Davian steps back a little, and I blink. The music is still pounding around us, and under the lights to my right, a little way from us, people are fucked up on drugs or booze and dancing up a storm. I don’t think anyone has noticed us. While Davian fingered me, I didn’t even think about the fact that we’re not alone.

Maybe he really is the devil.

“Wanna play, Rabbit?”

“No.”

“Here.” He puts something in my hand.

It’s a knife. It’s short and looks like it can do damage.

“What’s the catch?” I ask. “What do I do with this?”

“If you don’t fucking know, then I can’t help you and you’re one hell of a disappointment.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“You can try. But if you don’t, I’m fucking you right here. Against that wall.”

I stare at him. “Here and now?”

“Why not?” He shrugs. “Still remember your safe word?”

“Yes, why?”

He winks. “To the victor goes the spoils.”