Primal Pursuit

This is dangerous. Even if I succeed, there’s no way I can get away with it and?—

The air goes out of my lungs as he grabs me hard about the waist and whirls me around, throwing me against the wall.

I’m right there, so it doesn’t hurt. It just shocks me, throws me off-balance.

“Come at me, rabbit, show me what you’ve got,” he challenges.

I flip the knife so the blade is down, move in fast, and swipe. He grabs my wrist, twists, and pulls me up against him, his mouth on my throat, and he bites—the sting and fire amping up the adrenaline.

He lets go of me, and I breathe out before I dance around him, feinting left and swipe the back of his leg.

Davian staggers, and I go to stab him in the gut, but heblocks me, latches on to my forearm, and forces it up, knife and all. He steps into me, right up, and he’s so fucking hard I forget to breathe.

He stares down at me, his eyes glittering emeralds in the dark, and we’re both getting off on this. We’re both consumed by whatever the fuck this is.

In an attempt to regain control, I bring my knee up, but he clamps it between his thighs.

“You can do better than that, Rabbit. Hurt me. Make me fucking bleed.”

He lets me go, and I spin the knife out, trying to get him in the balls, but he closes his hands on the blade—on the fucking blade—and stops me.

“Nice move,” he taunts. “You got some fight in you.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

He suddenly releases the knife, and before I can move, he squeezes my wrist so I let it go, and he catches it then puts his hand around my throat and backs me into the wall. My throat’s wet, and then I smell that coppery scent.

A shocked beat hits me. His hand is bleeding. I cut him.

He flips my skirt and, using the knife, cuts my panties on either side and pulls them off. “I know it’s a been-there-done-that moment with the knife and your clothes, but we’ll call it variations on a theme.”

He lets go of my throat as he pockets the knife and panties then undoes his jeans, freeing his cock, and my mouth actually starts watering.

I might despise him, he might be a monster, but he has a beautiful cock, and I covet it.

“I’m claiming my prize, Rabbit. Legs around my waist.”

“Go to hell,” I seethe, but I do it anyway, wrapping my legs around him as he pulls me up, spearing his cock into me with one wild, hard thrust.

“Oh, God,” I moan as he plunges deeper with rough strokes. I bang against the wall, winding my arms around him, loving every second as his shaft stretches me, as the head of his cock hits home every time, bringing that good, dull pleasure-pain of going so damn deep. I’ve never felt something like this—a boiling anger fused with a burning desire that spreads and clings like a flame that won’t stop until there’s nothing left. It consumes me to a point where I start banging my fists against his shoulders, and he takes my rage, using it to drive him in farther until I stop fighting and start screaming, the pleasure too much.

“That’s it, Rabbit. Give me your anger,” he growls into my ear. “Let me fuck it right out of you.”

“Give me your hand,” I say, panting.

He steadies himself with one hand against the wall. I hold him by my legs, sliding down on him harder with each thrust of his, and I let go of his neck, taking his other hand in mine.

I don’t pause. I don’t think. I’m too possessed with the madness that floods me.

I lift his palm to my mouth and drag my tongue across, licking his blood.

“Jesus. Fuck!” he grits out, burying his face in my neck.

And he comes. Hard.

He shudders, his whole body quivering as pleasure ripples through him, and I’m not far behind.

His orgasm sets his cock twitching as he comes, and the thought of his cum inside amplifies the climax that binds and breaks, rips and explodes, my entire body clenching down on him.