Page 3 of Primal

I dig my fingers into her hips and push her down on my dick until she’s grinding on me instinctively, trying to suppress her moan of pleasure. Her eyes dart behind me to where the old lady is sleeping peacefully.

I wind a strand of her curly hair around a finger and plant small, tender kisses to her jawline, making her shiver.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t hurt her.”

She furrows her brows. “You stay away from my grandmother,” she warns fiercely.

“I don’t want anything to do with her,” I assure her. “So, it looks like you’re stuck with me.”

God, I can’t stop licking her sweet skin.

“Like hell I am.”

I chuckle again and continue kissing her jaw, her neck, the shell of her ear. I grind my hips into hers, the friction of our bodies almost too much for me to bear. The thought of breaking in here and stealing shit was enough to get me off, but her…

She was unexpected, and I can’t seem to get enough of her. Gavin and I didn’t know Esther had a grandchild, let alone one that lives here with her, otherwise we wouldn’t have made her our next target. But I’m glad this happened, because now I have her sweet pussy to warm my aching cock.

This friction between us is driving me insane. All I want to do is take my pants off and bury myself deep inside her, but there’s no time for that right now.

My butterfly moans into my mouth as we grind together, our tongues clashing, breaths colliding. The heat and passion I’m feeling for her is something I’ve never experienced before. This won’t just be a one-time thing. I need to see her again after I leave. I’m sure she’ll fight me, but she won’t have a choice.

I’m going to make her mine. I’m going to ruin her until there’s nothing left of her and then put her back together again. She’ll be my every last breath, my every waking hour.

She’ll be mine.

CHAPTER 4

KIARA

Has it really been so long since I’ve last had sex that I’m perfectly fine with humping an intruder in my grandmother’s bedroom? I should be fighting him harder. I should be screaming and biting and kicking him in the balls to try to get away from him, and yet…

His kisses are intoxicating, and his hands caress my body like he’s not a complete stranger. Even though he’s wearing leather gloves and covered from head to toe, I feel like I can feel his skin on mine. I’ve never felt so desired in my life; I feel lightheaded and weak, like I could just melt right into him.

My eyes fall closed as I inhale his scent. It’s something subtle and sexy, hidden underneath the pungent stench of cigarette smoke.

I can’t remember exactly when I realized being robbed was my biggest fantasy. I think it started when I was sixteen. Ryder Thomas, my school’s bully, had stolen my iPod out of the side pocket of my backpack—terrible place to put it, I know. Instead of feeling the fury of someone taking something that was gifted to me, I found myself squeezing my legs together to keep from getting my panties all wet.

It was my sexual awakening, if you will. I’d never touched myself before then, but every time I thought about someone stealing from me, I couldn’t keep my hands off my clit.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

Something hard rubs against the inside of my knee, and when I reach down to see what it is, my hand wraps around the handle of a gun.

“You wanna shoot me, baby?” the man breathes into my hair. He almost sounds hopeful that I will. He stops grinding for one moment and takes the gun out of the waistband of his pants, pointing it at my face. “Go ahead. Do your worst.”

My mouth dries at the sight of it. When I don’t move, he holds it to my temple and starts kissing me again. Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I bite down on his lower lip so hard I taste his blood on my tongue. A part of me had hoped he would let me fall to the floor, and then I could make my escape.

Of course, nothing in life is easy. Instead, he groans into my mouth and lets his tongue slip in. His blood mixes with our saliva, and I know I should be grossed out, but I’m so fucking aroused it’s ridiculous.

The intruder drops his head into the crook of my neck and groans, the rhythm of his hips speeding up as we both near our climaxes. His nails lightly scratch my scalp as he grips my hair, tugging so hard my head flies back into the wall. I cry out from both the pain and pleasure I’m feeling, and the fear that at any moment, he could blow a hole through my head.

“Fuck,” he whimpers, the sound making me weak.

Sharp pain shoots through the side of my neck as he bites down. I scream as my orgasm crashes into me, the force of it taking my breath away and the pain from the bite tipping me over the edge. For a moment, the two of us aren’t strangers, but lovers in the throes of passion. We grind against each other fast and hard, like animals in heat, chasing that inevitable high. He bites me everywhere, leaving the imprints of his teeth on my body.

Our moans echo off the walls as we come together. If we were a couple, it would be beautiful.

After his orgasm passes, he holds me against him, the two of us breathing heavily. I cry out in alarm when someone starts pounding on the door.

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