Page 112 of Hate Me

Not happening.

I sprinted across the distance and she shot a look over her shoulder, the combination of excitement and fear in her wide eyes a hell of an aphrodisiac.

A scream ripped from her throat in the next second as I snagged a fistful of her hair and wrenched her back.

“Caspian!” she shrieked as I pulled painfully at her roots.

I banded my free arm around her waist and yanked her ass against my rock-hard cock.

She squirmed in my hold as I ground into the crack of her ass, the denim of my jeans abrading her cheeks bare in her thong, and pushing the slip of fabric deeper between them.

I reached up and pinched her nipples, the cherry tips already hardened to stiff points of arousal from the hunt. She squealed and bucked against me as I twisted harshly.

It only made me exert more pressure, the animal yearning for her responsiveness, to feed me her pain and fear—a hell of an exhilarating cocktail.

I abruptly released her waist, then used my hold on her hair to roughly shove her down to her knees.

“You’re caught, love. Ours to do with as we please.”

She glanced over her shoulder at me, excitement gleaming in her eyes.

Delicious.

She looked so fucking wanton on her knees in nothing but a thong, her breasts bare, her hair a wild mess now thanks to me.

A snarl escaped me, and then I was pouncing on her and driving her down onto her front.

She thrashed and fought beneath me, her limbs flailing, playing the game.

Dark need thrummed through me.

I fisted my hand in the back of her hair, and used it to push her face into the dirt, delighting in her sputters as she tasted it.

I kneed her legs apart then growled at her ear. “Wider. Spread for me.”

She didn’t even hesitate, spreading her thighs wide.

I slid my hand inside her thong, finding her dripping and so needy.

“Ah!” she cried at the unapologetic roughness of my touch on her bare cunt.

“Mmm, so hot and slick. So eager to be used and debased by us.”

I shoved two fingers inside her, forcing her cunt to open to me, and she screamed into the dirt. She squirmed again and tried to push up on her hands, but I shoved her back down with my hold in her hair.

“Fight all you like, it only makes me harder. You’re gonna come with your face buried in the dirt, my fingers fucking deep into your tight cunt, while you grind yourself all over the forest floor.”

“Fuck, yes,” she uttered on a strangled gasp.

I grinned. This was looking several levels beyond promising.

Perhaps she could hold her own against my fully unleashed animal.

As soon as I’d slammed her to the ground, that warning had sparked urging me to hold off a little, to summon necessary restraint. Because it was her.

She wasn’t just anybody. She was ours. One of us now.

But her reactions… they were gnawing at my self-imposed leash determinedly.

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