Primal Pursuit - Page 144

“About as fucked up as you, I guess.”

He undoes my feet but leaves me hanging by my arms, and he drops his pants. His erection is huge, and he slides his hand on it, jacking himself, as he looks at me. Considers me.

I want that cock. I need it.

He’s fucking right.

I want to kill him, but I want him even more.

“Look at all that blood on you, pretty rabbit. Primed for me. Does it get you hot that I carved my initials into you? That I cut you? Could kill you if I chose?”

“You want me more than you want to kill me.”

“Yes.” I swing out with my legs and catch him around the ass. Or he lets me. I don’t know. I don’t care, but he continues to masturbate, pulling his dick, as he steps in toward me. “But it goes both ways. You want me more than you want to kill me.”

He smears my blood over his mouth. It’s filthy, sordid. Hot. And he rubs his cock head against my pussy’s opening.

“I never said I wanted to kill you, Rabbit.” He thrusts into me, and painful pleasure rocks up my spine. “I only said I could.”

He takes me brutally, a fucking that slams me back into the wall each time he pounds into me.

He flexes, moves, pulling out and sinking back in. This time harder. More determined to fuck. To use. To wreck.

His breaths come out in spurts of heat, his eyes focusedon me, his lips hovering yet not touching mine. The sex is wild, primal, and it borders on something momentous. He doesn’t kiss me, he devours me, and I can taste my blood as he ravishes my mouth. He bites, and I bite back. It’s a thing that has life, teeth, and I draw some of his blood, the taste feeding the animal I become whenever I’m with him.

The kiss grows, moves, from my mouth to my throat, and I’m frenzied. I need more.

His teeth sink into my throat, and the blood pounds and throbs in that spot, and I’m moaning, growling, trying to get more of him.

But Davian has other ideas.

He pulls out of me, and his cock glistens with wetness; he rips off his shirt, and he looks like a pagan god as he takes some of the blood and smears it on his chest. It’s twisted and depraved. But to psychopaths like us…it’s foreplay.

He grabs the chains and uses them to drag me across the floor, securing me against a cage. The long chains stretch out above my head, and I’m on my front in the middle of the cold, hard floor.

He’s on me, his heat, his weight sublime, and his cock pushes into me from behind. I’m a moaning, crying mess as he takes me in long, brutal strokes, and new pressure starts to build inside my core.

Davian fists my hair, pulling my head back, and wraps a hand around my throat as he pins me to the spot to fuck into me so hard it resounds in those dull, pain-pleasure beats.

I offer him my ass, raising my hips so he can get as deep into me as possible.

I’m shaking. Quivering.

“You thought you could be the hunter, didn’t you, Rabbit?” he rasps, voice thick. “But you can’t be. You’re my prey. Delicious and fucked in the head, and mine.”

He lets go and turns me on my back, straddles me, facing my feet, and shoves his cock into my mouth. My eyes start to water as he goes deep, staying at the back of my throat.

I cry out when he presses down over me and shoves his face between my thighs, licking and sucking. There’s nothing gentle about it. It’s pure, undiluted primal need that’s taken control—that always takes control when we’re together.

My hips rock, and his fingers are inside me again. Only this time he uses his tongue, lips, and teeth to bite and suck and chew my clit.

The world’s filthiest, dirtiest, most savage sixty-nine.

If I could, I’d scream.

I buck up. I need to get away from him, but I can’t. I need to get closer, but I can’t.

Our bodies slide against each other, Davian’s hips working his cock into my mouth while his fingers fuck me, and his mouth eats me.