Page 41 of White Rabbit

“I will always fuck you bare, Bunny.” Creed growls as he finally impales me on top of him, the roughness of his action making me moan as I grab his shoulders to steady myself. “You are mine. Mine to fuck. To own. To breed.”

His hand wraps around my throat as he pulls me down into a punishing kiss, all teeth and tongue.

“Yes,” I breathe, my pussy clenching around him as he squeezes, cutting off my air.

He slams into me from underneath with no mercy, at the same time he pulls me down. “I’ll tell you every dirty little sin I've ever committed if that’s what you’re after.”

“Eli...yes...yes…” I cry out as he uses one hand to undo my bra and nudge it out of the way with his face as he rubs his stubble against my already overstimulated skin. “Fuck. You’re going to ruin me.”

“That’s the plan,” he chuckles darkly as he bites down on the hardened nub. The hand on my back moves to my other breast and he tweaks my nipple, twisting and pulling without mercy between his expert fingers as he keeps using me like a cock sleeve.

“I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll be seeing stars. Then I’m going to pump you full of my cum, breed the fuck outta you. But first you gotta earn it, Rabbit.”

His thrusts slow as the hand around my neck relaxes.

“Tell me a secret first Bishop. A truth you hide from everyone else,” he commands, sucking another love bite onto my breast as he grabs my ass.

“I hate my brother. He’s spoiled.” I admit with a whisper as my hips roll slowly and I fuck myself on his cock. “Everything he touches falls apart. He’s gone through so many businesses but he’s still always the favorite. Can’t do anything wrong. Called me a selfish cunt for wanting my own life.”

Throwing my head back, I let out a long moan, blushing when I hear someone cough in a room nearby.

“More…” Elijah demands, fingers sliding down my crease to press against my asshole.

“My father despises you.” My voice trembles as my orgasm builds and the tip of his finger works its way inside me. “Wants me to quit. He thinks I’ll be…ugh…safer.”

“Oh,” he chuckles. “Little Rabbit, you’re never going to be safe. Not now.”

With his finger in my ass, his dick hard inside me, his cum drying on my pussy and thighs, my skin a mottled mess, I realize I don’t want to be. Elijah is right. This is the most alive I have felt in a long time. The most me I had been in years.

“Come for me, Officer,” he says, his words a plea as his other hand drops between us to torture my clit once again. “Ava. My White Rabbit. Mine. Come for me.”

I’m overwhelmed by sensations and revelations, knowing that no matter what happens next, I’ll be leaving this art room a different person.

“Let me breed you,” he snarls as he thrusts harder. Hips pistoning, fingers biting into my skin. “Breed this perfect cunt.”

This time when I come, a strangled cry is torn from my throat. My body arches, my nails biting into Eli’s shoulders as he pulls his finger out of my hole and grabs my ass, fucking into me brutally. Invading every part of me as he lays claim to what’s his.

He lets out a shout before clutching me to his chest, a wet heat filling my pussy as he pumps into me slowly, eking out the last of his orgasm. Collapsing into him, I rest our foreheads together, breathing heavily and for a few moments we say nothing.

“I owe you a truth,” he says quietly, his voice vulnerable.

“You do.”

“I hated my father.”

“I’ve read your file...” I admit, blushing, as I sounded like some sort of crazy stalker

“And I may have also looked you up online.”

“Of course you did.” He smirks, pressing a tender kiss to my lips. “So, you know what kind of person he was.”

I nod. What I’d found had let me form an idea of the type of man Augustine Creed was, how he lived his life and how he treated his family. I’d even stumbled upon a few old prison records still stored in the system.

“What happened to him?”

“He’s dead.” Creed says simply, his face blank as he avoids my gaze.

“You?” I ask quietly, pretty sure of the answer already. Elijah Creed was a fixer for the mafia. He was used to making problems go away and getting his hands bloody. A man like Augustine, ruling with his fists, wouldn’t be allowed to dominate him for long.

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