Primal Pursuit

She’s a fucking gorgeous sight, bent over in the dark, especially when she’s riding this high from her punishment.

Rabbit stays like that, almost reverently, with her head bowed down. Not moving a muscle, and I’m still inside her.

When I’m done and her spasms finish, I ease out of her and straighten.

She pulls off her mask, and I almost offer her a hand. But I want her fury. I want her resentment. Her hate.

I want it as mine.

So I just turn and start to walk, leaving her there. “If you’re coming, Rabbit, hurry up.”

“Fucking asshole.”

And there it is. Perfection.

I direct her across town, and I take her to one of the Dark Sovereign places, one that has all the comforts, security, and anonymity. We use it from time to time to house a guest. Some of them willing, some hostile.

Point is, there’s a doorman and the security is tight.

After introducing her to the doorman, I stand quietly beside her in the elevator. I can almost feel the stretch of her nerves. It’s worse in the elevator. I don’t think she knows what to do with a courteous, mannered, polite Davian. It’s enough to make me want to laugh.

When we get there, I show her the key code for the apartment.

Again, she eyes me with confusion. And bless my fucking black heart, there’s also a drop of resentment. It’s all around her. Around me. This bubble of hate and lust. It’s so fucking glorious, and I’m so hard I could fucking bust one, right now. Without her even touching me.

The second we’re inside and the door shuts, I grab her hair and drag her backward. Our little chase earlier was just anamuse-bouche. The meal is yet to come.

I drag her up against the wall and ravage her throat, biting and sucking until she’s squealing and moaning and writhing against me. I come up and kiss her deep and hard. She tastes like me, like wine, like the sweetness mixedwith dark. She’s so fucking addictive I start to lose myself in her mouth, but I want everything.

A greedy man with a banquet. I want it all. Now.

I pull up her top and yank her bra to the side, biting and pulling at her nipples. And she gasps and moans, her body squirming, demanding, the noises she makes spurring me on.

I go lower, licking, kissing, biting. I crouch in front of her, rip down her shorts, panties, and her already ruined stockings then force her thighs apart so I can finger her with hard strokes. She’s wet and tight and slick around my fingers, and I take her clit into my mouth, sucking like I’m trying to consume her.

She comes hard, and it gets my cock standing at attention all over again.

“Davian—”

“Hands on the wall, ass out.” I flip her around, free my cock, and drag it through her wetness before pumping it a few times, driving myself mad.

There’s lube in my pocket. I put it there this morning for reasons I don’t want to examine. Just a small, slim bottle, and I pull it out, pop the top, and squirt it on her.

“I could fuck you forever and a day, Rabbit.” I plunge balls deep into her tight, hot pussy. With my hands on her hips, thumb at her asshole, I pound into her.

Rabbit is screaming and moaning and shuddering and clenching me as her cunt spasms on my cock. I ram into her, pull out, and line up with her ass.

I push into her, and she starts to cry words. “Oh, God, oh, God. Davian. Fuck. Stop, stop, stop.”

I ignore her. None of those are her safe word, and herass is pushing into me for more. I go deeper, harder, rougher.

“No…yes…yes. Yes!”

She screams and quivers, coming again, and this time, I let go and come, too. It’s euphoric, a blinding pleasure I never want to end. I want to pull out and paint her back, all over the covered tattoo—mark her again. But that baptism can wait until she’s healed.

My phone starts to ring, and I pull out of her, flinching, sliding my hand up along her back and into her hair to fist it and bring her mouth to mine. I kiss her softly, then bite hard on her lip.

“Gotta get that.”