Primal Pursuit

“Clearly you want to play…for real. This is it. No holds.”

“Bring it.”

And Davian smiles. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Chapter

Fourteen

DAVIAN

Oh,fuck, I needed that.

Alexius sent me to Canada the night I planned to meet Poppy. He got word the ones he wanted taken out here were on their way there, so it seemed like a good time to make a move.

To kill.

And a good time for me.

I know I’m one fucked up asshole. I like killing. The thrill of squeezing the trigger. The close combat when it comes to that. Life to death. The power it gives.

After a successful hit, I celebrated. Now, I have a few new tattoos. Small ones because those pieces of shit don’t deserve anything more. But I like ink after I kill. It’s my way of keeping count. Of knowing I now own that life force. Their motherfucking souls.

Not literally.

I’m not an actual psychotic.

But there’s something about it, having that kind of power. It makes a man feel invincible.

It was a complicated hit. We needed to make it so fucking clean I had to shut down everything. Communication with Rabbit. Even with the other Elites, including the king himself. Alexius. Not even one team member or clean-up crew was involved until after I was done.

And now…

I need to play, and by God, Rabbit does not disappoint.

She’s fucking phenomenal and knows how to fight, make me break a sweat. I got her easily enough at the start, but I had to pay attention when she fucking nicked me. Keeping her in her place, trying to work out her moves, and not hurting her wasn’t easy, and that’s what made it a hell of a lot of fun, right up until the end when I twisted her arm. Shit got real. She would have slashed my throat. Whether she meant to or not, she doesn’t have the control to handle the pressure needed for her moves. It’s all or nothing, and that’s risky.

Fuck, I’m getting hard again, just thinking about how dangerous she is now, how lethal I could make her given the time and patience. Not that I’m planning on getting in much deeper.

She hates me and lusts for me and might even start to like my company. I’d feel sorry for Rabbit with all those conflicting emotions if it wasn’t so joyous to see her fight herself.

She’s walking next to me, her heels clicking, people looking at our slightly disheveled states. But they can go fuck themselves. They probably think we did what we did. The fucking part, not the fighting.

“Where are we going?”

I stop at my car and turn to her. “You can go the fuck home if you want to, Rabbit.”

“Really?”

“Really. No one’s holding you here.”

She suddenly comes in, hands on my tie as she straightens it and that feminine scent of hers slips over me. “We could go to that room you took me to.”

With that little statement, I’m insanely suspicious and very curious. So curious, I’m almost willing to go along and see what she’s planning in that devious mind. After all, she brought a knife with her, tried to really hurt me, and she has her loaded gun.

But I’ve got other plans.

Sex. Debauchment. Advanced humiliation for rabbits. And a trip to the Looking Glass.