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There are perhaps a couple of spots on her face that aren’t covered in blood. Her eyes are wide, completely deprived of humanity. The most bone-chilling smile is on her face, and a few droplets of blood splash on her white teeth.

My cock twitches at the sight, my balls tightening as I continue to stroke myself. And the moment I hear her laugh loudly, the sound mixing with the sound of a machete cutting through the remains of what used to be a prey, I cum.

My cum fills my palm, and a low hiss slips from my mouth as I realize what I’d just done. My breathing is shallow as I continue to soak in the scene in front of me, feeling absolutely fucking thrilled by this entire thing.

I wipe the excess on my pants, then tuck myself back in. I made no move to approach her yet. Instead, I continue to stare, my heart slightly fluttering at the sight. She takes a moment to herself, grabbing the hem of her hoodie to wipe some of the blood from her face.

She doesn’t get much off, since half of it’s dried, but it makes it all more clear to me. We should’ve let Aria do this fucking sooner.

Soon enough, she drops the machete to the ground, panting and breathing heavily. She slumps down, lying on the grass and trying to catch her breath. Another couple of giggles slip from her lips, and a smirk tugs on the corner of mine.

My feet move on their own accord, approaching her. I’m not trying to be silent. Fuck, I want her to know that I’m there. She freezes momentarily, then relaxes. She props herself on her elbows, giving me the widest grin.

“Little bunny,’’ I chuckle. I stand over her, moving so that my legs are on each side of her waist. If I pulled my pants down, my cock would be right in front of her blood-stained lips. “Having fun?”

Aria laughs, then lays back down. “Fun? You have no idea. This is one of the best nights in my entire life. And it beats what happened in Vegas last summer.’’

My brows narrow. “What happened in Vegas last summer?”

Her eyes flicker upward to me, and she smirks. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.’’

The answer doesn’t satisfy me. I bend down, grip her by her forearms, and pull her upward into a standing position. She lets me, seemingly amused by the situation. Oh, I’m about to fuck this attitude out of her.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, little bunny,’’ I murmured.

She raises a brow, cocking her head to the side. “Oh? And why is that?”

“Because your witty answers are pissing the fuck out of me. And it makes me want to let you run, like the little bunny you are, then fuck you — violate you until you’re screaming my name.’’

Her face falters momentarily. The amusement is gone from her face, and a flash of lust appears behind those gorgeous blue eyes. Her mouth parts a little, and it’s taking all willpower not to shove my cock inside. Instead, I let her absorb the information.

She trembles in my arms, then gives me a faint smirk.

“Do it then.’’

“Pick your safe word, bunny. Because that’s the only way I’ll stop. Otherwise, I’m not stopping until you’re filled with my cum in every single hole.’’

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The wind hits my face,and a wide smile spreads across my face.

I cannot believe that this is actually happening. The fact that I have no idea what Cove has in store for me only serves to further arouse me. He’ll be pushing boundaries, for sure, and I can’t wait to see how far he can push me.

My sex life is almost non-existent. I’ve dated one boy before Cove, and he was my first everything. Our sex wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great either. It definitely wasn’t kinky. Since our less-than-pleasant breakup, I did a lot of research on different types of kinks.

Some of the things that have caught my eye were bondage, fantasies of control, and of course, primal play. Just by looking at Cove, I could’ve figured that he’s a kinky fella, and I don’t mind it one bit. I’m excited that I’ll be able to put the kinks into reality, at least some of them.

I’m not sure how common it is for people engaging in these plays often to have the same safe word, but we both settled on the word Kortlek. It’s definitely something that otherwise wouldn’t be said during sex, hence it seemed like the perfect word for the both of us.

During my little run further into the forest, I spot Arlo and Blair on one side. I don’t stop long enough to watch them, but their thrill is practically all around, filling the air. With a smile, I continue running, knowing they’ll deal with the prey for the time being.

My feet continue to dark, my hands trembling with excitement. The longer my feet move, the wider the grin on my face becomes. It’s dark, yet somehow, it feels like I know exactly where I’m going. The tips of my ears are sore from the wind, the shade changing to a slight reddish one.

My skin tingles, a laugh escaping me. Cove may be silent on his feet when he’s running, but I feel him near me — all around me. It’s impossible to miss it. He’s getting closer, enjoying the thrill of chasing me.

Looks like he’s found his perfect prey.

My mind is focused solely on the thoughts of what he’ll do to me. Many images and potential scenarios rush through my brain, each one creating a deeper sense of trepidation in my heart. It feels like it’ll burst out, leap straight out of my chest any moment.

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