Primal Pursuit

“Give me your knife and I’ll give you your reward.”

His sensuous mouth turns up at the corners. “That demand distinctly sounds like me handing you a gift. Since you lost, I think that’s hardly fair.”

He leans farther in and bites my neck, his eyes still on our reflection, and this moment, this image, it burns itself deep into my sense memory. He sucks my flesh, then releases with a sigh. “You are so fucking hot, Rabbit. But you have to pay the price. Down on your knees.”

He steps back and turns me as he moves to the side. When I don’t move, he puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me to the bathroom floor on my knees.

It’s depraved. It’s a filthy place to be. I love it.

And I’m eye level with his crotch. He looks down, then at the full-length mirror. “Take me out and let’s see if you’re really a rabbit…Rabbit.”

“You wanna see if I can vomit?”

“I wanna see you choke on my cock.”

It’s a moment of clarity that hits me as I stare up at his face like he’s a god. My god. I’m here, on my knees in a bathroom, about to service a killer—one I’ve dreamed of killing. But he caught me off-guard; he came at me and dragged me down into his depraved world—a world that’s starting to feel more and more like my own.

I didn’t expect this game tonight. I didn’t plan on seeing him, on getting an opportunity to kill him. I had that opportunity back at the club, and I screwed it up. I came out the weaker opponent—I’m still the weaker opponent, because right now, I want this twisted game more than I want him dead.

He pulls my head up by my hair and glares down at me. “Want to use your safe word?”

“Not on your fucking life.” I undo his jeans, pull out his cock.

“Now, that’s the rabbit I lust for.”

His dick is heavy, hot, and the silky skin and spongy head make my brain melt. I lean closer, gliding my fingers gently to the base, running my nose along his girth as I breathe him in, savoring it before gliding my tongue all the way from his balls to the very tip.

He hisses and his fingers tighten in my hair. He’s thick, big, perfect. And he makes my mouth water.

“I despise you,” I whisper, wrapping my hand around him as I start to pull. “I fucking can’t stand you.” I wrap my mouth around the head, lapping up under that ridge.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he mutters, pulling me farther into him, and I open wider, taking more. “I don’t need you to like me, Rabbit. Just admit you fucking want me.”

He pushes me farther down on him until I start to gag, then pulls me all the way off until his cock pops out of my mouth. I’m panting as he forces my head up so I can look him in the eye.

“You’re addicted to me, and you hate it more than you hate me. Admit it.”

I lick the spit in the corners of my mouth.

“Admit it, Rabbit, or so help me God, I will?—”

“Fine,” I snap. “Yes, damn you!”

“Good. Now get to fucking work because I’m going to come in your mouth. Not your throat. Your pretty red mouth. And then you’re going to hold it. Do not swallow, and do not test me. You don’t want to make me mad,because, darling rabbit, I love to torture. I can make it good, I can make it bad, so let’s not test which way I’ll go.”

A dark sear of electric thrills goes through me at his threat. His eyes glitter a hot, vivid green, with such hardness at their centers it steals my breath.

He means every word, and it makes me want to do it. Suck him deep, choke on him. After all, I don’t have a gun or a knife, and there’s no plan. No plot for revenge. At least, not tonight.

“Just your mouth, Rabbit. No cheating with your hand.”

His words are calm, threatening, gorgeous, and make me drop my hand to my thighs, and a satisfied smile turns his lips.

I suck him in, and I have to stretch to take it all. Do rabbits unhinge jaws? The thought makes me giggle on his cock, and it twitches.

“Damn that fucking feels good.”

His hand is still in my hair, and I’m moving now, all the way down until I’m buried against him, his cock pressing at the back of my throat, trying not to gag. I pull up, swirling my tongue over his dick’s head, then suck it all the way down again.