Page 28 of Run From Me

I wanted more, and yet what the fuck? This had backfired.

“That’s not fair. I wanted you to come.” My words were broken and breathy, but it didn’t matter. He just chuckled as he seemed to curve those fingers against my still needy body, and I groaned as another wave of pleasure rolled through me, catching me by surprise.

“Perhaps you can still make me come, but I rather like torturing you.”

I was afraid to glance up, but I did anyway.

“Sweet little bunny, you shouldn’t play with the wolf if you aren’t prepared to be devoured.”

And the way he watched me, he wasn’t wrong. Those lips should have been illegal with the way he used them. The simple act of what might be a smirk on anyone else ignited my soul.

“What if I’m not the bunny, wolf? What if I’m the hunter?”

The hand that had been on the steering wheel was now on my chin, pulling me up to him. Neither of us breaking our gaze. He gave my needy core one last stroke before he pulled his fingers away, and I instantly felt empty.

“I don’t think you can be the hunter. But, little bunny, let’s see how sharp those teeth can be.”

The car was stopped, and I didn’t know when that had happened. I knew there were no streetlights to illuminate me asI let him grip my hips and guide me where he wanted me. He shifted toward me, pulling me to straddle him.

My dress was already around my waist, and he’d already dispatched my poor panties earlier.

I squealed as something cold surprised me. The light glinted off something metal as he set it aside. A knife?

“That was getting in my way,” he mumbled against my neck.

I held my breath at what the sight of him like this did to me. Him with a sharp object over my body? There was something a lot wrong with me.

He chuckled, and the heat of the head of his cock rose close to my entrance.

“Do you like knives, little bunny?”

Fuck, did I?

“I- I…” I stuttered as that cool metal seemed to slide over my hip, sending a chill along my body and not at all in a bad way. “Xander, I want you,” I said as his hand ran the blade over the bare skin of my collarbone, while the other kept me from sinking onto him.

“Calliope,” he said against my shoulder as he nipped at the skin. “Enigma, I couldn’t do what I wanted to do with you around all those Spectors. Brothers or not, I want your screams to only be mine. Will you scream for me and only for me?”

Those words seemed so silly and depraved, but the way he said them had a tingle running down my spine.

“I’ll let you ride my cock, but you have to promise to me that no one but me will ever hear what you sound like when you come.”

I was nodding like a damn fool as the words seemed to catch in my throat against the need to moan just at his words.

“Yes, now fuck me,” I said with a breathy voice.

I couldn’t stifle my pleasure as he slowly lowered me onto him, stretching my sore entrance around his nearly too thick cock.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said and claimed my lips like he already owned them, and maybe he did.

I moaned and cried out against that mouth that claimed mine, not willing to let me go as he pulled me down on him slowly just to pull me back up and back down. Inch by inch, I felt like I was being stretched to my limit all over again. Inch by inch, I wondered if I could take more of him. Wondered if my sore pussy wasn’t going to protest, except the pain he brought teetered on that pleasure ledge.

I should have wondered if this was a mistake and thought there was no way I could fit all of him again. My nails dug in the fabric of his shirt, giving his skin no chance at escaping my grip.

His hands moved to my ass, giving him more control. I was torn between wanting to just let myself go and feel every inch of him against my already sensitive core all over again, but this time he was in control.

He moaned and then pulled me down in one quick and demanding motion, surprising me as I cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck,” was all I could get out on a breath.

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