Page 38 of Hunting Harbor

"Say it," I insist, cupping her pussy with my hand, feeling the slick evidence of her arousal. "Say what your body is already telling me."

A sick satisfaction crawls up my spine at the fact I didn’t need the restraints. No, my little rabbit wants this.

Wants me.

When she remains silent, I slip a finger inside her, then another, curling them to find that spot that makes her arch off the tree with a strangled cry.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, holding on for dear life as I work her over, relentless and unyielding. Her jeans are around her ankles, her sweater shoved up to her armpits, the picture of debauchery. The picture of perfection.

"Say it," I growl again, thrusting my fingers deep inside her, my thumb circling her clit. "Tell me you want this."

Her head falls back against the tree, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Her body is alive, every nerve ending singingwith need. She’s on the cusp of it, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

"Yes," she finally cries, her voice breaking. "Yes, I want it. I want you."

My whole body vibrates with triumph, with dark satisfaction. I pull my fingers out of her, and she makes a sound of protest, of denial. I grab her wrists and spin her around, pressing her face-first against the rough bark of the tree.

"You want me?" I ask, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Then take it like a good little girl."

I yank her hips back, forcing her to bend at the waist, her ass high in the air and her legs spread wide. She’s dripping, her pussy glistening in the moonlight. I can smell her arousal, heady and intoxicating, and it's all I can do not to bury myself inside her right then and there.

Instead, I take my time, dragging my fingers through her wetness, teasing her entrance without giving her what she so desperately wants. My cock is pissed, so hard it hurts. But I’m not done making her come undone.

"Fuck," she gasps, her head falling forward against the rough bark. "Fuck me."

The words are so quiet I almost miss them, but they're enough. I withdraw my fingers, bringing them to my mouth to taste her. Sweet and tangy and perfect. I unbuckle my belt, freeing mycock, rock-hard and aching with need. It’s already dripping, and I can’t wait to sink into her wet heat. She feels the loss of contact and turns around, leaning against the tree, her chest heaving as she watches me with hooded eyes before closing them and trying to slow her breathing.

"Look at me," I order, gripping her chin with one hand. "I want you to see who's taking you."

Her eyes lock with mine through the mask, wide and dark with fear and desire. I lift her, hands gripping the backs of her thighs, and she wraps her legs around my waist instinctively. The head of my cock nudges against her pussy, pushing slowly before pulling back.

It’s a torturous game, one I don’t need to play, but do anyway. I want her soaked, dripping. I want to see the flush of her cheeks as she realizes she can’t live without me. Without this.

"Say no again," I taunt, rubbing myself against her slickness but not pushing in. "Tell me how wrong this is while your cunt gets wetter for me."

"No," she whispers, but her legs tighten around me, pulling me closer. "Please—"

I thrust into her in one brutal stroke, burying myself to the hilt. Her scream echoes through the forest, sending night birds scattering from nearby branches. I give her no time to adjust, pulling back and slamming into her again, setting a punishing rhythm that has her gasping with each thrust.

"This is what you needed," I growl in her ear as I fuck her against the tree, the rough bark scraping her back through her thin sweater. "This is what you've been craving. Someone to take control. Someone to see the darkness inside you and not look away."

Her only response is broken moans as I pound into her, her inner walls clenching around me with each thrust. I shift my angle slightly, making sure to hit that spot inside her with every stroke. Her nails dig into my shoulders, drawing blood through my shirt.

"That's it," I encourage as I feel her tightening around me. "Come for me. Show me how much you love being fucked by a monster."

Something in my words pushes her over the edge. Harbor comes with a shattered cry, her body convulsing around me, her inner muscles milking my cock as if desperate to draw out my own release. I fuck her through it, relentless, watching the pleasure-pain contort her beautiful face.

"Mine," I growl as my own orgasm builds, a white-hot pressure at the base of my spine. "You're fucking mine now."

I come with a roar, emptying myself deep inside her, marking her in the most primal way possible. For several long moments, we stay locked together, both of us panting, her legs still wrapped around my waist, my cock still buried inside her.

Slowly, I lower her to the ground, steadying her when her legs threaten to give out. In the moonlight, I can see the evidence of our encounter—the scratches on her throat and chest, the bruises forming on her wrists and thighs, the mixture of our fluids glistening on her inner thighs.

I reach up to remove my mask, letting her see my face, the hunger that still burns in my eyes despite my release.

"Still want to run?" I ask, tracing a finger along her jawline, feeling her tremble beneath my touch.

Harbor says nothing, but the defeat in her eyes tells me everything I need to know. She won't run again. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.

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