Page 100 of Ignite

She’s fighting. Just how I like it.

The scent of her—sex, fear, and defiance—is thick in the air by the time I reach the edge of a ravine. She’s nowhere in sight, but I hear her muttering “fuck” under her breath.

I tilt my head back and breathe deep. Goddamn. She smells like prey. But she runs like a queen.

I catch the movement in my periphery; her silhouette flickers between trees, backlit by moonlight. She turns, glances over her shoulder…she runs right into me.

She smacks into my chest with enough force to stumble back, but I catch her.

Now with both arms around her waist, I lock her in. And I don’t let her scream this time. I spin her, shove her hard into a tree, my hand clamping over her mouth.

“You wanted a fucking monster?” I growl against her ear. “You got him.”

She bites me right into the meat of my palm.

I hiss, but I don’t let go. I shove my thigh between hers, pinning her in place as I drop my mouth to her throat, teeth scraping skin.

She thrashes against me, her knees bucking, her hands scrambling across my chest.

Feral. Just how I fucking wanted her.

But I’ve got her. I’ve always got her.

I yank her wrists above her head with one hand, hold them tight against the bark, and grind my cock against her ass through my jeans.

“Still want to play, trouble?” I rasp. “Game’s not over until my cock is in your pussy. You can still try and run.”

She moans behind my hand, arching into me like the little masochist she is. My other hand grabs her hip, grinding her back into my cock. Fuck, she’s soaked. I can feel her heat from here.

“You should’ve fought harder.” I bite, dragging my teeth across her jaw. “You should’ve screamed louder. Should’ve kicked me in the fucking balls. Because now?”

I drop my hand from her mouth, just long enough for her to spit in my face.

“Go to hell.”

I laugh, wiping my mask. She’s shaking. But not from fear. Her pupils are blown wide and her chest is heaving. She’s so fucking ready for me.

“Darlin’,” I whisper, dragging my tongue up the shell of her ear. “I’ll take you there.”

I release her wrists just to spin her around. But before I can, her hand flies towards my cheek, and she slaps me. Hard.

My head snaps sideways with the hit. And I grin like a fucking maniac.

“Atta girl.”

I grab her by the throat again, lift her clean off her feet, and slam her back into the tree hard enough to shake the branches.

She gasps, legs kicking, and she’s screaming at me.

I lower her just enough for her toes to scrape dirt, then rip open my jeans, my cock already leaking.

“Tell me no,” I growl, lining up.

She stares at me with her mouth parted, heaving for air.

“No.” Her voice trembles. But her eyes, fuck, her eyes dare me.

I stay still, assessing her next move before I make mine.

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