Page 34 of White Rabbit

Unbuttoning her skirt, I need to make sure she knows who she belongs to, to claim her. Sinking my teeth into her skin, I suck. She lets out a groan, and I quickly cover her mouth with my hand. Beneath my lips, I can feel the way her body trembles as she lets me mark her, over and over again.

Moving along her collarbone, I stake my claim with a trail of blooming purple marks. There are some areas where you can see the clear indents of my teeth. When I finally pull back, the skin just above and below the collar of her shirt is tender and covered in my marks. My woman. My Rabbit.

“More, I need more,” she demands in a hissed whisper, and I’m only too happy to oblige.

Turning her, I place her hands against the shelf in front of her face. Pushing her skirt up to her waist, I peel down her cotton thong and wrap it around my wrist.

“What’re you doing?”

“Giving you more.” Positing myself against her back, I press my cock against her ass and make a few lazy thrusts, letting her feel me. “But not everything.”

Reaching down between her legs while I kiss her neck, I let my fingers slide between her folds. She soaked, her cunt slick and swollen as I brushed the tips of my fingers lightly over her clit.

My other hand comes up under her arm and between her breasts to grab her throat. I don’t squeeze too hard, knowing that her neck is already tender from the love bites I’ve left there.

“The first reason I’m not going to fuck you in this closet—yet— is because we don’t have enough time. Foxx-face is going to come looking for you any minute. Fucker can’t keep his eyes off what’s mine.” With that, I bite down on her shoulder while I slide two fingers inside her, stuffing her full with me so that she knows exactly who she belongs to.

She bites down on the back of her hand, muffling her little mewling noises as I fuck into her, driving her wild while I gradually cut off some of her air supply. Angling my hand right, so that I’m still paying her clit attention, I work quicker, knowing that time isn’t on our side.

While exhibitionism appealed to me in theory, in reality, I refused to share her, especially not with the starving cunts waiting outside this closet.

“I’m going to need you to come for me, Rabbit.” I growl, rolling my hips against her while she keeps riding my fingers. “Before we get spectators.”

With a final squeeze of her neck, I hold it for a few seconds, before letting go and allowing oxygen to flood her system. The head rush, combined with the steady pressure I was applying to her clit, sends her over the edge, and as her body clamps down on me, I cover her mouth with mine and swallow her moan. As soon as her breathing slows back to normal and her body stops trying to pull my fingers back in, I withdraw and shove my pants just below my balls. Using the wetness on my hand, I wrap my fist around my cock and jack off. It’s sloppy and fast as I chase my orgasm.

With a protracted hiss, I come, covering her exposed ass in my hot jizz. It isn’t enough, the feral part of my brain whines. And without pause, I rub my fingers through the mess, pushing it into her skin so that she smells like me. Slick and hot, I move down her crease and push against her asshole while she makes a soft whimpering noise. My little rabbit was a filthy monster beneath it all.

Pulling down her skirt while she fastens her buttons back up, I admire the mess I’ve made of her pale skin. If anyone else got too close, they’d know she belonged to me.

“The second reason I haven’t fucked you yet is because I don’t know if I can trust you and while I’m dying to be inside you, I don’t stick my cock in dangerous places.” I make a show of tucking myself back into my pants, and offer her a smirk.

She turns and arches an eyebrow at my words. I’m calling her a risk and she can barely believe it. I’m questioning her, me, the criminal with a reputation that they use to scare adults into behaving. It’s like reading a book as everything flits across her face before finally her features settle in determination.

She wants to prove herself to daddy, but she wants me more.

Chapter Eighteen

AVA

He doesn’t trust me? He doesn’t trust me?

I’m a federal prison officer crammed into an art supply closet with a criminal practically begging him to have sex with me. I’m risking everything, my career, my reputation, and that still isn’t enough for him. Who the heck does he think he is?

“And just how am I supposed to prove myself to you?” I ask, folding my arms across my chest. The post-orgasm bliss was fading fast as he puts me on the back foot, desperate to please him.

He tilts his head, a smile creeping at the corners of his mouth, and I resist the urge to either punch his smug face or just throw myself at him. It’s like my baser instincts take over when he’s near me and I have to stop myself from throwing caution to the wind. Sanity takes a backseat and clearly, I needed to work on that.

“Hmmmmm, you could bring me something from outside.” He taps his lips as he leans against the shelves opposite me.

“You want me to smuggle something in for you?” Alarm bells are ringing so loudly in my ears, vibrating through my entire body so that I feel it all the way down to my toes. I told myself I was all in, but the doubts creep in like tendrils of smoke, weaving their way into my thoughts until my mind is a hazy mess.

I’m already compromising myself by being in this closet with him. And no matter how much I tell myself it’s to get dirt on him, to learn more about him, I know deep down it’s because I can’t resist the gravitational pull between us.

Like he can see my second guessing, he closes the gap between us, brushing his lips softly against mine. Let me in, he seems to say. Trust me.

He deepens the kiss, and I feel myself melt into him. It’s never felt like this with anyone else, not Chad, and not any of the relationships I had before him. This is an all-consuming fire, and I know I’m going to be left as nothing more than a pile of ash and yet, I can’t stop it. It’s almost like we’re made from the same thing, and we’re trying to meld back together in the blaze.

If I had to do this, then I would. Earning his trust meant he’d let me inside his walls, and I’d get a glimpse of what makes him a ruthless savage. It’s not rational, and I can’t even explain it properly, but it’s like a compulsion. I need to do this. I need to see the point where monster and man coexist, and what that means for me. If there's space for me somewhere in the tangled web of Elijah Creed.

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