Primal Pursuit - Page 157

“I can read you, Rabbit. And you’re vibing murder real fucking hard right now.”

Looking out the window, it’s obvious we’ve left the suburbs behind and we’re in what I swear is rural Illinois. A shiver passes through me. One that’s distinctly tinged with dread.

“Tobias said you don’t tell anyone about your family.” I stare at the empty land with the occasional house pass by my window. There are towns, and we’re not that far from Chicago, but nighttime and the highway make me feel like it’s the middle of nowhere. “Why me?”

“He’s a bored priest. Ignore him.”

I reach out to touch him. “Davian?—”

“Don’t,” he snaps.

That’s when something hits me. Hard.

Since I told him about my uncle, he’s been…nice. Solicitous.

Not the salacious, cut and tattoo me, chase me down and have wild, unhinged sex with the man I covet, but the one who doesn’t want me to touch him. Who doesn’t wantto touch me, because I’m…I’m the tainted girl who let a pedophile do things to her.

I place my hands on my lap and gaze out the window. “I shouldn’t have told you.”

He swerves to a stop off the road. The headlights cut beams in the night, and a lone car drives by.

Davian turns to me. “Told me what?”

“About…what happened. You don’t?—”

“You’re going to get fucking boring on me now, Rabbit?”

“You’re the one acting all strange now that you know. Like you don’t want to touch me. I don’t blame you. I’m secondhand goods.”

He reaches out and grabs my chin, fingers biting into my jaw as he leans close. “I don’t give a shit about your past beyond the pain he inflicted. I’m not touching you because I’ve got a job to do. Got it? Fuck.” He considers me, and there’s something vicious and cold in his eyes. Something I haven’t seen before. It both scares and thrills me.

“You want to play, Rabbit?” He lets go of my face with a jerk. “Get out of the fucking car now.”

Davian gets out, slams the door, and stands in the beams from the headlights. He didn’t pull off entirely, and he’s on the road.

My heart thumps hard as I get out. Thrill after thrill tumbles through my blood, the anticipation of what he’s about to do licking my skin.

“On your knees, Rabbit.”

I go down in front of him.

“What—”

“You think I feel sorry for you? I don’t. Now take my cock, suck me until I’m hard. And then? I’m going to ruin you.” He grabs my face, puckering my lips. “Because that fucker doesn’t get to be the one who ruins you, Rabbit. That honor is mine, and mine alone.”

He lets go, and my hand shakes. Anyone can see us if they come along. Anyone. This isn’t a chase, but he’s definitely got the rabbit caught in the headlights. The excitement pounding hot through my blood kills the residue of lousy filth clinging to me.

The stickiness of being something less. Or someone to be suddenly handled delicately or not at all because they can’t take anything. Because they’re tainted.

I get it. What he wants.

Maybe to someone else this would be wrong, disgusting.

To me, it’s a gift.

Davian’s telling me nothing’s changed in his need and lust for me. And he’s also giving me the choice. I could say no to this, the scenario, the meaning.

I always have a choice, safe word or not. Always.