Primal Pursuit - Page 145

I come hard, a violent, dark pleasure like a nuclear bomb going nova inside me. I’m nowhere and everywhere; I’m made of nothing but that wild sensation and him.

Davian slams down, my head hitting the floor, and he’s so deep that I don’t taste him when he comes, just feel the twitch and jerk and swell of his cock, the warmth of his cum as it fills my throat and I automatically swallow him down.

“Oh, fuck, that’s phenomenal. Jesus, Rabbit.”

He stays there and sucks my clit to beyond pain and back into sweet pleasure as he rocks his hips on my head, his cock moving in my throat, like he’s trying to rub another out.

Davian shudders and rolls off me.

I lie there, gasping as the primal, sordid, savage passion of coming together slowly ebbs away until…I’m empty. So empty.

Still chained, I curl and pull my legs up and start to cry.

“Rabbit…don’t…ah, fuck, please don’t cry.”

The softness to his tone utterly undoes me and I start to sob—giant, ugly, boneshaking sobs.

From somewhere comes the rattle of chains, and then I’m in warm arms, a thud-thud of a heart under my ear as I sob.

For him. For me.

For my parents.

For their senseless deaths.

It’s so fucked up yet somehow right that I’m being comforted by the man who did it. The man who took my life and gave me another one in one fell swoop. It’s like I’m crying out the pain that’s festered somewhere inside behind locked doors for years.

He strokes his fingers over my hair, and I’m vaguely aware we’re both naked, with shoes on, and I give a small sob-laugh.

I pull away from him and wipe my eyes, and stare at him. I’m marked as his, front and back, the art and the crude stamp of property. Tattoo and his initials.

He’s covered with smears of blood. I’m sure I am, too. And like that…he’s the hottest thing I’ve seen.

“I really am fucked up.” I try to stand, but my legs won’t work, and he reaches for me, but I pull away.

With a sigh, he gets up and dresses, and as I look around, through the blur and burn of tears, the tight, hot pain from crying in my throat, my mouth wanting more of him, even now, I can see the scatter of weapons in my reach.

Isn’t that Davian, though? He either doesn’t care if I try to kill him, or he’s confident enough I won’t. Or maybe that’s just his fucked-up ways.

“Look, Rabbit?—”

“Are you going to tell me you might have been the gun used to kill my parents, but you didn’t technically pull the trigger? That if it wasn’t you, it would have been someone else?”

“It would have been, Poppy.”

“So, you’re just blaming the people who hired you? I want to know who they are, by the way.”

He comes back down and pulls me against him, brushing my mouth with his, his tongue moving over my lips. “No, I’m not going to tell you any such bullshit. I’m saying that yes, if they hadn’t hired me, they’d have hired someone else, and your parents would still be dead. You, too, probably.”

“So, you’re innocent.”

“Let me fucking finish, Rabbit.” He cups my face as he speaks. “I’m saying if not me then someone else, but I very much pulled that fucking trigger. As to who hiredme? Why the fuck does that matter? End of the story is I did it.”

“I want those people dead, too.”

He lifts my chin, his eyes searching mine. “Is that why you haven’t killed me yet? That, and you got confused rabbit feelings about the big, bad wolf?” He narrows his eyes. “You thought you could take me down and make me tell you? My darling, fucked-up rabbit, that’s a place you couldn’t have gone.”

“I could take you.”