Page 52 of The Truths that Deceive

She’s got a knife, the knife I left in the kitchen after she basically hung out a sign stating she wanted to stab me with it, but she doesn’t raise it. Instead, she pulls away, ducking around me. Then she breaks into a run.

Wrong fucking move, little girl.

I take off after her and tackle her to the ground. Her knife falls out of her hand, but she knees me, narrowly missing my balls. Then she scrambles around, grabbing for the blade in the dirt and rotting leaves.

My heart damn near punches a hole in my chest, and I get so fucking hard when her fingers close around the handle, I let her escape just a little before pulling her back to me by her ankles. Her pussy flashes in the moonlight as her skirt twists up and her thighs part as she tries to kick me again.

Calista keeps pushing at me with her feet until I rise up over her. That’s when the knife flashes and presses in against my throat.

Our gazes clash. I grab her hair with one hand and waist with the other, flipping her so she’s on top of me. “Better if you wait until I sink so deep in you that you see fucking stars, Calista.”

“What?” Her voice shakes and she licks her lips as she straddles me. “Wait for what?”

I move my hand from her hair to her throat. “To cut me.But sweetheart, make sure you go for the jugular. Then you can play in the blood while you literally fuck the life out of me.”

My words hang.

There’s horror all over her face. Need, too. And lust.

“You’re crazy,” she whispers. “Batshit crazy.”

“Yeah, but that all just got you hot.”

“No, it didn’t.”

I push into the knife, the blade biting my throat, and she goes still, not sure if she wants to cut me deep, or if she wants to throw the weapon away.

“Yes, it did, and it does.” I grab her hand with the knife, keeping it there as I haul her close by her throat with my other hand. “Otherwise, why aren’t you running? Why are you rubbing and rocking against me? And why—” I drop the hand from her throat and push it between her thighs, into the dripping wet heat of her cunt “—are you soaked?”

“Maybe because I hate you and want you dead.”

I bite her lip and pull the knife free from her fingers. I toss it aside. “But little prey, how are you going to do that when you don’t have the knife?”

Then I kiss her. She locks her legs tight around me as she sucks on my tongue, her fingers buried in my hair.

“Suck my cock.” I don’t wait. I unwind her from me and dump her on the ground, freeing my aching dick. I need her mouth and her tongue. I need to pound the back of her throat and watch her swallow everything I give her.

I rise up on my knees and grab her by the hair, hauling her to me. “You have a word, prey.”

“Fuck you,” she says, sending a thrill of triumph through my bones.

“Open that pretty mouth.” I take my cock with my other hand and feed it to her, and the stretch of her lips, that special sucking wetness of her mouth is fucking incredible.

It’s like I already won the prize before the competition even starts.

This is perfection. Out in the middle of the fucking jungle. No rules, just one word that can stop everything.

And she doesn’t use it.

Calista’s a kinky little slut. I can feel the tremor, the small sounds of need as she sucks hard, her tongue managing to move on me even though I barely fit. Fuck, I haven’t even begun to thrust into her, to hit the back of her throat.

She tries to go down farther, her fingers digging into my hips. I wind my other hand in her hair, and I start to skull fuck her, a brutal game of destruction and ownership.

I want to destroy whatever boundaries she might have. I want to obliterate any doubts, any lines she might have drawn in the sand.

There are no lines anymore. There’s only devour and conquer. Slave and master. Hunter and prey.

Calista starts to drool and gag, but I keep driving deeper, testing her limits, pushing her past them until I’m balls deep in her mouth. I’m so hot, aching as I hold myself in her. The gag reflex massages the tip of my cock and it’s so fucking good I could come from just this.

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