Page 97 of The Hunt

True to his word, he shut them, tilting his head slightly, exposing his neck as though daring me to aim there again.

My heart pounded, adrenaline coursing through me. I could do it. Ishoulddo it. My hands were itching to lash out, to strike him while I had the chance. But when I tried to lift them… they wouldn’t move.

If I actually hit him, or even dared to try, I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to make good on his promise. And I couldn’t do that. Couldn’t give him the satisfaction, even if I was dripping with desire for it.

“You’re sick,” I whispered.

His eyes snapped open. “Maybe. But you are too, because you didn’t run,” he said. “You could’ve done it at any point in the last minute, couldn’t you?”

Once more, he was right. He’d taken a few steps back. Lifted his hands. Instead of standing here considering whether or not to hit him, I could’ve bolted away to the safe zone. But something had held me back, held me with him, and it wasn’t just fear.

Rhett took a step closer. “Tell me what you want to do, Everly,” he said, echoing his words from earlier. He was looking at me so intensely now that I couldn't tell if he wanted to kiss me or kill me. Perhaps it was both.

I sucked in a deep breath. “What doyouwant?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.

There was a flash of something in his eyes. Something unreadable. Then he dropped the knife with a clatter and closed the space between us, his hands bracing on either side of my head as he pushed me up against the cabin wall.

My breath caught as his lips crashed into mine, rough and demanding, stealing the air from my lungs and any coherent thought from my mind. He was kissing me like he owned me,rough and commanding, claiming what was his, and I was willingly giving myself to him, wanting to be used in whatever way he wanted.

I tried to tell myself it was just about survival. That as long as he was kissing me or fucking me, he wasn't killing me. But that wasn't true. Iwantedhim to fuck me, and the only thing killing me right now was the overwhelming desire to have him everywhere. My mouth, my hands, my pussy, my ass. Everywhere.Everything.

Rhett grunted into my mouth as one hand moved to grip the back of my neck. He was so strong, so possessive, so powerful. It was making me melt. Making me pant and drip with need as pleasure curled inside me. My thighs squeezed together, trying to soothe the desperate ache between them, but it only grew deeper, forcing a whimper from my lips.

Rhett let out another throaty grunt in response, and I started grinding against him, wanting to elicit more of those tantalizing sounds from him. His cock was rock-hard. I could feel it pressing up against me, teasing me, driving me wild.

Suddenly he pulled back, gazing down at me as he drew in a ragged breath. His pupils were dilated, eyes darker than ever. In them I saw a strange mix of lust, confusion, and shame. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Fuck.”

He stooped to pick up the knife again, and my stomach lurched. For a second, I thought he’d changed his mind, thought he’d decided to kill me after all. But then he rose back up to his full height and pressed the tip of the blade to my chest.

“I’m going to give you a chance, princess,” he said, slowly dragging the knife down the damp fabric of my sweatshirt. “A chance to prove your worth to me. To prove why I shouldn’t kill you right now.”

I knew exactly what I had to do. With trembling hands, I reached for the hem of the sweatshirt and slowly lifted it upover my head before tossing it aside. The air around me was still frigid, but I barely registered it. I was too hot, too hungry.

“Good girl,” Rhett muttered, letting the tip of the blade drop slightly.

Keeping my eyes on him, I unclipped my bra and let that fall to the ground too, feeling my nipples stiffen instantly under his wild gaze. I followed that with my shoes, pants, and underwear.

When I was finally naked, I sank to my knees on the rough ground, staring up at Rhett with wide eyes as I reached for the zipper on his pants. I slid it down slowly, teasingly, and he let out a groan, making a fist in my hair with his free hand. He pulled the strands tight until I felt a familiar sting of pain across my scalp; one that only intensified the desperate ache in my pussy.

I reached into his pants and pulled out his cock, practically salivating at the thought of having it in my mouth again. It was hot under my fingertips, apart from the metal piercings that ran along the underside. I leaned forward, sliding my tongue from the base right up along those piercings, before darting it over and around his frenulum until he let out a low growl.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he muttered, yanking my hair. “Fuck, fuck,fuck.”

I was on my knees for a man who held my life in his hands… and yet, I’d never felt so powerful. I knew he hated me, knew he wanted me gone from this world, but the pleasure I brought him was enough to make him forget all that.

I opened my mouth wider to take all of him, and he gripped my hair even tighter, making my eyes sting with tears as he forced himself deeper. I made myself relax, stopping my gag reflex, but then he muttered a command down at me.

“Choke on it,” he said, voice dripping with power and possession. “Choke on my cock like the good little slut you are.”

Oh my god.This was even better than my dream.

The pulse between my legs was almost unbearable now, screaming for release. I let the tears spill, streaming down my cheeks as Rhett’s cock pushed in past the point of no return. My airway was so constricted that I couldn’t breathe properly, but I kept going, letting myself gag and choke until strings of saliva were hanging out of my mouth, drenching my chin.

“Fuck, baby, you're so good. So. Fucking. Good,” Rhett grunted, punctuating each word with a thrust that hit the back of my throat hard enough to make me moan. “If you keep going like this, I'm gonna come.”

I let his cock pop out of my mouth and tilted my head upward, panting to catch my breath. “Come,” I gasped out. “Let me swallow it all.”

“No,” he said, eyes narrowing on the saliva dripping off my chin. “Not until I've had my fill of you. Not until I've tasted every inch of you and fucked every one of your holes.”

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