Page 53 of The Hunt

His lips brushed against my ear as he spoke, sending a shiver down my spine. "If you'd told me to go, I would've walked out that door. But the longer you keep me here, the more I'll want to stay, and when I want something, I take it.” He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his gaze dark and intense. "And right now, all I can think about is how much I want you."

I swallowed hard, knowing my next words were a mistake but unable to stop them from slipping out. “Take what you want, then.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Everly,” Rhett said, voice low and gravelly, like a warning and a promise all in one. “Not really.”

Before I could get another word out, he grabbed my hair and pulled me close again, slamming his mouth back down on mine, tongue snaking between my lips.

There was no romance to this kiss, just him ravaging my mouth like a starved man while his fingers damn near yanked my hair out.

I let out a moan, half-pained and half-needy, and dragged my nails down his side. In response, he hissed into my mouth and moved one hand down to grab my leg and hike it up, letting me wrap it partway around him so I could start grinding against him.

I knew I shouldn’t do it.

I should hate him. Should stop this in its tracks right now. But I was already sinking under his spell, letting the wonderful heat rush through me as he devoured my mouth, nipping and sucking on my tongue.

His hand moved up my lifted leg, palming my ass. I let out a hum of pleasure and slipped my own hand between us, sliding under his waistband. A little gasp of shock escaped my mouth as I delved into his boxers and wrapped my hand around his hard cock.

He was big… and pierced.

Heart pounding, I traced my fingers up the tiny metal bars on the underside, wondering how the ridges would feel if he fucked me.Whenhe fucked me.

“Will it hurt?” I whispered, pulling back to stare up at him.

“Only if you want it to,” he said in a low voice.

I didn’t know what he meant, but I wanted to find out. Now.

I withdrew my hand and worked at the front of his pants, and his cock finally sprang free in front of me. My mouth began to water, as if I were having a Pavlovian response to the sight of it, and like an automaton working on previously-programmed commands, I sank to my knees, lips parting.

Rhett yanked his shirt off and tossed it aside before reaching down to fist my hair again. My eyes instantly stung with tears as pain raced across my scalp, and I blinked rapidly, noticing the tattoos covering his arms and chest—dark, twisted forms of skeletal hands, thorned vines, and shadowy figures that seemed to writhe with the movement of his muscles.

When I tilted my chin up slightly, focusing on the biggest tattoo, I noticed it seemed to have been inked over an old scar. The more I looked, the more scars I noticed, thin and jagged lines crisscrossing beneath the ink.

I barely had time to wonder what caused the scars before he thrust into my mouth, gagging me as the piercings slid over my tongue and hit the back of my throat.

I moaned as Rhett’s grip on my head tightened. The sting across my scalp was almost unbearable, but somehow, I wanted it anyway. I loved the way he towered over me, exuding power and control, as if I was nothing more than an object for his pleasure, completely at the mercy of his whims.

He kept hammering at my throat, fucking my mouth until it felt raw, and then he finally pulled out, staring down at the thin, silvery string of saliva connecting my lips to the head of his cock.

“Take it off,” he ordered, eyes moving to my white robe. “Then bend over the table.”

I got up on shaky legs, heart racing as I dropped the robe and turned to face the table. I planted my hands on it, arched my back, and waited.

A beat passed. Then another. By the time Rhett finally stepped up to me, one hand palming my ass, I was practically dripping all over the floor, aching with anticipation.

As soon as I felt his cock grazing my pussy, I whimpered, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip to stop that sound from turning into an all-out cry of desperation.

Rhett slapped my ass, making me jolt, and then he lined up the tip with my entrance. At the same time, one of his hands slid up my ribs and between my breasts to wrap around my throat and prevent me from moving.

I hesitated for a split second, a shiver of exhilaration running through me at the possibility of having my air cut off. Or worse.

Rhett was so much bigger than me. So much stronger. If he wanted to, he could seriously hurt me. Knowing that and feeling his hand squeezing my throat made me feel so vulnerable and yet so fuckingaliveat the same time.

Without warning, he thrust inside, eliciting a choked scream from my mouth. He was thick, too thick, and my body could barely accommodate him even though I was dripping wet. It felt like he was splitting me open.

“Does it hurt, baby?” he ground out against my ear as he leaned forward, burying himself inside me to the hilt.

My head was swimming, my nerve endings sizzling. “Yes,” I gasped. “And… no. It—”

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