Primal Pursuit

He laughs. Picks me up and tosses me off him. He’s on his feet, cock away, pants undone, with my knife swept up and folded down, sliding it into his pocket before I can even push up from the ground.

Davian offers me a hand.

I glare.

He smirks. “That’s what I fucking love about you, Rabbit. The soft sweetness that just radiates from you after sex. Come on. Fix your dress,” he says, doing up his pants and belt.

“Can I have my knife?”

He eyes me, studies me with those sparkling emerald eyes, then hands it to me.

I flick the blade so fast it’s a blur and I lunge at him. Right for his throat. But this time Davian isn’t playing, moving fast and with deadly power. He blocks the knife, knocks it free, and has my arm twisted up painfully behind my back as he holds me to him, my chest against his front.

“Let go of me,” I bite out.

“Say your fucking safe word, Poppy, or you’ll understand real pain.”

The deadly flatness of his voice scrapes down my spine.

“Fuck you.”

“There are some games you want to play and others you don’t. This, darling, is one game you do not want to play. Not with me.”

His hand snakes under my dress, two fingers sliding easily into me as his cum coats my thighs.

“Say your fucking word, or I swear to God, I’ll grab your gun and fuck you with it.”

“No.”

“Fucking say it, Poppy.”

“I hope you die,” I say slowly, looking him in the eye while his fingers turn me on even as my stomach turns.

“It’s on the tip of your tongue, Rabbit. Say it.”

“Burn in hell.”

He pulls a finger out, then slips one easily into my ass, causing me to gasp, my eyes rolling closed as my legs shake.

My lips part as he leans down, kissing my throat, running his tongue slowly and deliberately against my flesh while finger fucking both my holes. A small orgasm, one I resent, takes me. I know he feels it, the throb and clench of my body.

He laughs.

I pull free, or he lets me go—I can’t tell. His fingers tear out of me, and I round on him before kicking him hard in the shins.

He grabs me and backs me up into a tree, pushing me hard into the rough, cold bark.

Davian takes my mouth in a dreamy, feathery kiss. When he’s done, I can barely breathe or think because everything floats.

“Say it, Rabbit. Tap out before I really hurt you.”

“N-no.”

He releases me and strides away, throwing his coat on. I watch breathlessly as he retrieves my coat and grabs my bag. He peers inside but doesn’t take the gun before handing it to me.

“Come on, Rabbit.”

I stare at him. “Where?”