Page 33 of Red Rabbit
I tentatively reached for a fry, half expecting him to take it away from me, but he just sat watching me with those stormy gray eyes of his as I took a bite. I couldn’t help it when my eyes closed as the salt hit my mouth and before I could stop it a small sound of pleasure escaped. I picked up the burger and after the first few bites I thought I would start crying again. He looked satisfied and relaxed back in the chair after making sure I was going to eat and then just stared at me. It was slightly unnerving but I was too hungry to care and I ate every single piece of food on that plate.
“I’ll make sure you’re fed, you look like you could use a few of those,” he said.
Normally I would have been pissed at a man commenting on my weight but after surviving on granola bars and fish, I happened to agree with him. Once I was done, I met his eyes. He stared at me long and hard before he sat up straighter in the chair.
“Come here.”
I looked at him for a moment, debating if I should resist, until he raised his eyebrows and I stood up and walked over to stand in front of him. He pulled me down on his lap andran a hand up my thigh while his other hand pushed a curl behind my ear. I cringed at the touch but he ignored it. I took a shaky breath. Damn. He smelled good—ridiculously good—like expensive, musky, spicy male cologne.
His fingers grazed under my breast and I tensed as his hand came up to cup me. His thumb grazed across my nipple, quickly making it hard. His head dipped down to put my other nipple in his mouth and again my body reacted. My traitorous body wanted to press into his mouth, bury my fingers in his hair and throw my head back in delight. But my mind was saying even though he smells good and makes you feel good—it’s still rape. I was trying to keep my breathing steady but by the time he pulled away I was breathing harder than I would have liked and he smirked at me.
“Take out my cock,” he said.
I didn’t move and he sighed, pinching my nipple hard. I hissed and pressed towards him.
“Okay—” I gasped. My hands shook slightly as I unzipped his pants and he pushed them down enough to free himself.
“Use your hands,” he said gruffly.
I took him in my hands and rubbed up and down his length, watching his eyes narrow in pleasure. He brought my nipple into his mouth again, lightly grazing it with his teeth and my hands faltered as pleasure shot straight between my legs. He was impossibly hard now and he leaned back in the chair, watching my hands on him for a minute.
“Sit,” he commanded.
My hands stalled on his dick. I stood up but was slow to get back on top of him. He grabbed my neck and pulled me in.
“Sit. Down.” He growled.
I climbed on his lap and he held his cock at my entrance. I could feel his cum still on my thighs, mixed with my own and he ran the head of his dick back and forth across my slit. I loweredmyself down until I was sitting fully with him inside me. I hated how good he felt. I was so tense I could feel myself trembling. His hands settled on my hips and he leaned towards me, running his lips along my collarbone.
“Relax,” he murmured.
His hands tightened and he moved my hips, sliding his cock in and out of me slowly. His thumbs grazed the spot on my hip bone Graham found and I jolted towards Kraven as a shiver traveled up my spine.
He froze and then did it again.
He ran feather light touches along both sides until he found exactly the spot and I tightened around him as I made a sound of pleasure and curled into him, shivering again. My hands shot down to his and I gripped his wrists, trying to stop the heat shooting through my body at his touch. That damn spot was literally electrifying and I was helpless against it. Apparently it didn’t matter who touched me there. I was inhaling massive breaths, trying to fight my arousal, but it only made me feel enveloped by his intoxicating smell. He met my eyes and once again they looked positively lethal.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” He said slowly. “I can easily make this spot hurt.” His voice was ice, his eyes gray steel bent on cutting me to pieces.
His thumbs pressed harder into my hips, the threat obvious, and I released his wrists, sliding my hands up to his forearms. He allowed that and his grip loosened before he started his circles again, watching me closely. Every pass of his thumb, I clenched around him and shuddered until I didn’t think I could take it any longer, every part of my body felt like a live wire.
And again, why the fuck did he have to smell so good?
“Touch yourself,” he said.
His eyes were hooded and I could feel how turned on he was watching me writhe in pleasure on his lap. My hand went downto my clit and I immediately felt shame slam into me when I discovered how wet I was. My fingers shook as I did a few circles but my brain was telling me I shouldn’t—I didn’t consent to this—this was wrong. My face heated and I felt a tear slip down my cheek. I stopped. He leaned forward and slowly licked the tear off my cheek.
“Remember what I said about obeying me,” he whispered. He pulled back and looked at me, then his hand grabbed mine and brought it to his lips. He slid my fingers into his mouth and sucked my arousal off my fingers as he rumbled in approval.
Fuck, okay that was hot.
He put my hand back down on my clit and guided me into pleasuring myself again with slow circles. Once I got going, he took his hand away and moved my hips again sliding him in and out of me. Heat shot through me and I realized I was there on the edge already, teetering, trying not to fall but being drawn to the ecstasy of release as it teased me. I whined in torture as my mind held back but my body felt alive with sensations.
He felt me hesitate—this damn man noticed everything, and his head dipped down, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking on it before biting it gently, rolling it between his teeth. I gasped and that was it—I came apart and cried out as my mind emptied and I chased the high of my orgasm, my movements unleashed and I took what I needed from him. I tightened around him and moved my hips as I maximized my pleasure.
I came down, gasping as an aftershock shook me into his chest. His arms were on my hips still but he hadn’t stopped me from taking what I needed. I immediately pushed myself up off of him but he was looking at me with satisfaction and a hungry look like he couldn’t get enough.
“Get down on your knees, darlin’,” he ordered quietly.
