Page 84 of Hunting Pretty

I bit back a moan as his fingers found my clit.

“You are soaking, rabbit.”

“No,” I cried out.

On some fucked-up level, I wanted this. Him.

Like this was all just some kind of twisted game we’d started playing in childhood and it had evolved into something very dark andveryadult.

His fingers bunched into my panties and before I could cry out, he tore them off me, my skin smarting as the sides of my panties snapped.

He pocketed those torn panties too. Fucking sicko.

Disgust coiled in me at the thought of him stroking his cock later as he held my wet panties to his nose. Even as a twisted, fucked-up part of me reveled in it.

His hand returned under my skirt and I squirmed.

He growled in the back of the back of his throat as he ran his fingers along my slit. My lower stomach burned with such heat as I felt my juices coating my upper thighs.

I couldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want him.

He was doing this to me. This. Whatever this was. This was his fault.

Rage flooded in over the fear and I bucked and kicked. But he was too big. Too strong. Too fucking overwhelming.

“Yes, Ava, fight me,” he said, his voice thick.

That wasn’t fair. He knew my name and I didn’t know his.

He grabbed his cock and flipped up my skirt. “You know it makes me even harder when you fight back.”

“You fucking psycho—”

He thrust into me, spearing me open, filling me to bursting.

I gagged as the pain flared through me.

He held me firm against the shelf even as I struggled.

He let out a long curse. “Fuck, you feel…”

“No. Please,” I moaned, unsure of what I was really asking for.

He pulled out of me and the absence of him covered my feverish flesh in goosebumps.

He drove back into me with such vehemence that I cried out, my fingers clenching into useless fists above my head, my hips slammed back against the row of books.

His eyes bored into mine, furious. “The more you disobey me, the more I’ll hurt you.”

“Fuck you,” I spat out, trying to slip my hands out from his grasp.

He nipped at my jaw as he slammed my wrists even more brutally against the shelves. “Go on. Keep disobeying me, Ava. I do enjoy punishing you.”

He grabbed my thigh with his free hand and held it up so he could thrust in and out of my pussy.

The angle hit all the right places and my back arched like I’d been electrocuted. I whimpered, my eyes filling with tears that threatened to spill over.

I hated that I was helpless. That I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop him from fucking me.

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