Page 16 of Filthiest Of Them All

“Don’t call my brother that.” I tear my gaze from him and huff as I stare up at the sky, but I can’t find the beauty in it any longer because he ruined it for me. Alex reaches out and grips my chin, then forces me to face him. I scowl at the fucker.

“What would you have me call him?” His question stumps me. He searches my eyes for a second, trying to see something. I have no idea what it is but his features change and anger enters his eyes causing my breath to hitch. “Who hurt you?” I jerk free of his hold.

“No one hurt me, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried. So if you’ve come out here to drag me back by my hair, kicking and screaming, then go for it,” I snap and pluck a handful of grass and toss it at him. His eyes blaze and I match his glare with one of my own.

“What did I tell you about throwing shit at me?” he grits out.

I roll my eyes and pluck another handful of grass. He eyes it and cocks a brow in warning. “You’re not going to kill me, you aren’t even going to beat me. You have no leverage here, Denver,” I taunt, then throw the grass at him with a smile. My smile vanishes in an instant when he strikes out with his body, pinning my own flat against the comforter while he looms above me. I try to lift my arm to hit him but he’s quicker. He captures both my wrists and pins my arms above my head. I open my mouth to yell at him but he beats me to it.

“If you try to spit on me, I’ll say fuck it to my no torturing women rule and flay you the fuck open.” I gape up at him.

“Eww. I’m not a spitter.” The second the words leave my mouth and his eyes widen, I realize what I’ve just said and how he took it. An uncomfortable second of silence passes between us, then I feel it. My eyes widen at the feeling of him growing hard. Unlike me who starts fucking blushing, he just remains stoic, nestled between my legs with his hard cock pressing against my pussy.

Our eyes remain locked and suddenly the air around us thickens and feels charged. My skin grows hot and my nipples start to harden. My breaths turn shallow when suddenly a wave of need pulses between my thighs. My mouth parts on a silent gasp as realization crashes into me.

I’m turned on and I can’t deny it. I’m attracted to The Butcher.

I should feel repulsed and hate him on sight and the principle that he wants to murder my brother but… I don’t.

What’s wrong with me?

Alex slowly bends down while keeping his eyes locked on mine. Suddenly unable to control myself, I lean upward and meet him halfway, pressing my lips to his. We still at the contact. When he doesn’t move or even breathe, I pull back and stare up at him in shame but his hand grips the back of my head holding me in place.

“This goes any further, I won’t stop. You want this to end, then run now and run fast because I’ll hunt you down, Tatum, and take what I want from you.” I suck in a sharp inhale.

“What if I want you to catch me?” I find myself saying. A devilish glint enters his eyes and I start to panic that I’ve pushed too far.

“Then run, Bambi, and pray I don’t catch you.” Excitement fills me at the prospect of me being hunted by him for a different reason. I’ve never behaved this brazenly before with any man. I don’t know what makes him different but I think it’s the fact that at any given time since I met him on the plane he could have taken what he wanted from me but didn’t. He’s always held back and now I want to see what he’s like when his restraint snaps.

He’s a killer.

He’ll fucking slaughter me.

My brother’s words play on repeat in my head but as I stare up into his eyes, I don't see the killer, I just see… him.

Fuck it.

I push him off me and relish in the sound of his dark chuckle as I make a run for it. I have no idea which way to go that will lead me back to his cabin so I just wing it.

“You have three minutes!” he shouts. I shiver but this time it’s from excitement and need that is building low in my belly. The thrill of being chased by him is erotic. I’ve never experienced this kind of thing before but I would be a liar if I said being chased by a serial killer didn’t have me soaking my panties. I break through a line of trees and slam to a stop as I scan the area trying to remember if any of this looks familiar.

“Fuck!” I growl and take off, sprinting through the woods. I dart between trees, trying to gather my bearings but fail as the trees begin to blur and become one and suddenly I realize, I’m utterly fucked and lost. I know my time has run out and he’ll be closing in on me so I quieten my steps and try to navigate my way out of the woods. Hopefully I can find a hill or something so I can get a view of the land and hope that I can spot the house from this distance. Just as I round a tree I nearly weep in joy when I see an opening up ahead. I take another step only to be halted when an arm wraps around my waist. A scream escapes me a second before I’m shoved against a tree and then he’s right in my face, panting.

Fear grips me but there’s also arousal at the fact I know what’s about to happen. I shouldn’t want this but fuck, I do. That sick twisted bitch inside me is feigning for this moment and the prospect of being fucked against a tree by a stranger. I open my mouth to ask him what happens next but before the words can escape me, he smashes his mouth to mine, robbing me of air and rational thought. My arms wrap around his neck as I press up on my tiptoes and deepen the kiss. I pull the elastic from his hair and tangle my fingers in the strands. He breaks away and scrapes his beard along my neck sending a shiver of need through me as he places open mouthed kisses on my shoulder.

“Shit,” I hiss when he sucks my flesh into his mouth. I tilt my head back, offering better access. His hands grip my waist in a bruising hold. He pulls back and I nearly pout thinking he’s putting a stop to this until he grips the front of my crop top in his hands and tears it down the middle. I gasp in surprise but it melts away the moment he grabs the cups of my bra and pulls them down, exposing my tits to the cool night air.

“Fuck, I’ve been dying to taste these.” His words shock me to my core. I had no idea he’s been thinking about me like that! When his hot wet mouth latches onto my nipple, I arch forward and cry out as he swipes his tongue over my hardened peak.

“Oh shit, Alex,” I whimper and tug on his hair, holding him in place. I’m panting like a fucking dog but I can’t find it within myself to care. I’ve shut off all rational thought and allow myself to live in this moment and the feelings he’s drawing out of me without much effort at all. He switches sides and I moan loudly. I need him to dull the ache he’s caused between my legs. I lift my right leg and lock it around his waist, pulling him forward. He bites down on my nipple, drawing a pain-filled cry from me. He soothes the ache by licking away the sting but his message is received.

He calls the shots.

He releases me with a wet pop. I expect him to kiss me, but instead he surprises the hell out of me when he crouches down and begins undoing my pants. I stand here with my legs parted, shocked at the sight of Alexander Denver kneeling before me. Jesus that sounds like a line from a cheesy Rom Com but it's true. He rids me of my shoes and I step out of my pants which he tosses to the side. I start to nibble on my bottom lip, suddenly nervous thanks to the way he’s staring at my lace covered pussy.

He flicks his eyes up to me and smirks. “Looks like they do match after all.”

I scoff. “You’re cracking jokes rightnow?” I hiss. His answer is a dark chuckle and I fight the urge not to smack him over the head. All thoughts of violence flee me when he grabs my leg, throws it over his shoulder and presses his nose against my pussy. I suck in a sharp intake of air.

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