Page 68 of Hunting Pretty

Fuck you, asshole.

He smiled all pleasant, a dark dangerous twinkle in his eyes. “Ava, either you open your mouth and suck or I find another hole to shove this in.”

My eyes widened when I realized what he was threatening, my butt cheeks clenching together at the thought of being violated.

I let out a whimper but I slowly parted my lips.

He slid the handle into my mouth, the musky taste of leather mixed withmecoating my tongue.

He began to thrust the handle, coated in my saliva, in and out of my mouth as if it were his cock.

My traitorous body responded by aching for more and wetness trickled from my pussy. My mind warred against it, but my body wantedmore.

He pushed the handle so far that it hit the back of my throat, making me gag with a loud retch.

“Good girl.”

This was so fucked up.

“One day,” he promised as he fucked my mouth with his knife handle. “I’m going to claim all your holes with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock.”

Yes.

No.

He withdrew the handle from my mouth with a pop. A line of saliva snapped as I watched the glistening black leather move down my body and toward my hips.

Everything leading up to that moment had been my warning.

“Last chance,” he said as he shifted his weight off my right leg, placing his left knee between my thighs, his eyes on my exposed pussy. “Obey me. Stop investigating.”

One of my legs was free. This was my chance.

I kicked my heel out at him, trying to aim for his head.

It was no use, though. He was too quick, too strong. He dodged my kick and grabbed my leg with his free hand, pinning it down.

“Shhh…” he whispered, his voice soft, a total juxtaposition against the hardness and strength of his grip on my thigh. “If you fight me, I could cut you. You wouldn’t want me to cut such a sensitive area, would you?”

I froze. Fuck.

He pushed my thighs apart.

I didn’t want to, but they fell open, cold air hitting my wet pussy and making me shiver.

“Such a good girl. So wet. So ready.”

My gaze locked on the handle as he lowered it to my pussy, his hand pressing my thighs down and open for him.

For some stupid reason, an ache began to form in my lower belly.

“No. D-don’t…” I let out a sob, tears spilling out over my lashes, causing his brutally handsome face to blur.

I couldn’t want this, could I? I couldn’t wanthim.

He lowered his face to mine and growled, “I like it when you’re scared. Go on, cry louder. Beg for God to save you. I’m telling you now, when I’m done with you, the only thing you’ll be praying to… isme.”

“Fuck you,” I spat out.

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