Page 98 of The Hunt

The hand that was tangled in my hair lifted, hauling me to my feet as pain shot across my scalp once again. He dragged me back to the cabin wall and turned me around, commanding me to place my hands on it, just above my head.

I did as he said, and he brought the knife around to hover in front of my face. “Bite down on the handle,” he ordered. “Unless you want to wake those little friends of yours with your screams.”

Before I could reply, he shoved the black handle between my lips. I followed his command, clamping my jaw around the thick, hard rubber.

I expected him to slide his cock into me from behind, but instead, he lowered himself to his knees and grabbed my ass cheeks, spreading them open. “Arch your back,” he commanded. “I want to see every bit of you.”

I let out a whimper through the knife handle and arched, exposing myself to him as much as possible. I could feel his hotbreath on my pussy and asshole, and part of me wanted to start bucking my hips, forcing his mouth onto me until I finally found my release. I stayed still, though, waiting for his orders.

“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered.

I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was staring right at my pussy as he slid a thick finger between my legs, moving it all the way under me to brush at my clit. He rubbed the throbbing bundle of nerves, slowly, torturously, before dragging his finger back through to tease my entrance.

“So wet,” he said as he slid the finger inside, eliciting another whimper from me. “I can see how desperate you are, baby. I can smell it too. So fucking sweet.”

Suddenly his mouth was on me, devouring me with his lips and tongue, swiping all the way from my ass to my dripping pussy and clit. Then his fingers were working at me again, three of them shoving into me as his tongue continued its magic, lapping at my asshole.

Holy hell.

I’d been eaten out before, but never from behind, and never anything involving my ass. It felt right, though. Felt incredible. When his free hand reached between my legs to rub at my clit again, I moaned through the knife handle, slipping right over the edge.

“That’s it, baby,” Rhett muttered. “Come for me.”

“Oh, fuck… yes!” I cried out as my legs trembled, letting the knife drop from my mouth. In a moment like this, I didn’t give a shit if anyone heard me screaming.

Rhett pulled back and rose to his feet, breathing hard. He grabbed me and spun me around to face him again, and with a ragged inhale, he lifted me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around him as my bare back hit the cold wall behind me.

Then he wasthere, the cold metal piercing on his cock rubbing over my still-throbbing clit. “I won’t be gentle with you,” he muttered.

That was all the warning I had before he thrust hard inside my pussy. He was so big, so thick, but my body welcomed the burn. I was utterly desperate for this, desperate for him. I wanted nothing more than to submit to him, give him anything and everything he demanded, scream for him, kneel for him, crawl for him.

He held me up in his strong arms, slamming me against the wall with every rough movement. He was stretching me so much. Stretching me sogood.I was so close, so ready, so fucking desperate to drop over the edge. My pussy started pulsing around his cock, a sign of my impending second climax; one I knew would be utterly earthshattering.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped out. “Please… don’t fucking stop. Don’t… ever… stop…”

Rhett’s lips closed over mine again, letting me taste myself on him as he swallowed my words. He let out a low groan into my mouth as he brutally thrust into me one more time. Then he pulled out and set me back on my feet.

“Please!” I begged, eyes wide as my body ached with frustration. He couldn’t stop now. Not when I was so damn close.

“I told you,” he said in a low voice, eyes flaring with heat as he picked up the knife again. “I want every last piece of you. Now be a good girl and turn around. Hands back on the wall. Legs as far apart as you can.”

As I followed his orders, his free hand went between my legs again, thick fingers pushing into my pussy to gather up the wetness and spread it around my asshole. Then his cock was there, nudging the tight ring.

At the same time, something cold suddenly pressed against my thigh. It was the knife, slowly rising up my bare legs, just hard enough to sting without breaking the skin. My eyes widened, and I inhaled lightly, too scared to take a proper breath.

The blade paused, resting just above the back of my knee. “Stay still,” Rhett said, his tone low and dripping with menace.

My breathing hitched as the knife shifted, pressing harder now, enough to leave a trail of fire along my skin as he dragged it in a deliberate motion.

I didn’t understand what he was doing at first, not until the pain sharpened, and then I realized he wasn’t just dragging the blade. He was carving. Marking me with the letterR.

Marking me as his.

As the knife cut the final line, I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out. The pain was sharp, relentless, but my desire to be claimed in such a brutal way burned far hotter.

“Good girl,” Rhett finally muttered. He’d finished cutting now, and his free hand was clamped down on my hip, pinning me in place with a bruising grip.

With that, his cock pushed inside my ass. This time, he didn’t have to warn me that it would hurt. I knew it would, like hell, but I welcomed the pain. It made me feel alive, and that was exactly what I wanted right now. To know I was still alive. Still here.

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