Page 42 of Red Rabbit
I sagged against the wall, the force of his anger leaving me weak in its absence. I heard the shower turn on and then he was back, shirtless as he stalked towards me. I pressed myself into the wall again but he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the shower. He gently pushed me in before he pulled off the rest of his clothes and came in after me.
I stood to one side shivering with my arms clutched around me while he stood under the shower and washed the blood from his face. The action seemed to steady him and when he turned to me, his eyes had lost some of the fury but none of the intensity. He pulled me under the water and I hissed as the spray hit the cuts, burning as the blood washed away. He took a washcloth and gently dabbed at them. I flinched and cursed as I tried to push his hand away, glaring at him. The pain made my anger flare sharply.
“That hurts,” I ground out.
“It’ll hurt worse if it gets infected,” he said irritably.
I grabbed at the washcloth. “Give it to me.”
“Fine, do it yourself,” he snapped.
I scowled and dabbed gently at the cut on my breast. My hands were shaking but I managed to wipe the blood off my body and then tried to turn to see the one on my shoulder. Not being able to see it was making me unreasonably furious and I panted out a curse before I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to stop myself from exploding. I could feel Kraven watching me and it only made me more pissed off. An angry tear trackeddown my face and I was glad I was under the water so he didn’t notice. I risked a glance at Kraven and he was scowling at me. Without a word he held out his hand for the washcloth and I moodily slapped it back into his hand, turning my shoulder to him.
“Stubborn woman,” Kraven muttered.
He gently cleaned the cut while I glared at the wall. When he was done I grabbed the shampoo but he plucked it from my hand.
“Try doing that with your shoulder. See how far you get,” he said irritably.
I opened my mouth to protest but he turned my back to him and started shampooing my hair. My emotions were all over the place. They alternated between intense anger, to pain, to thinking about how bizarre my situation was right now. Kraven, the man who assaulted me, was washing my hair. I grudgingly felt myself relax as his fingers massaged my head although I knew this kindness was going to come with a price later. I knew he wasn’t doing this from the kindness of his heart.
Sure enough, after all the soap was out of my hair, his hands gripped my hair harder and firmly guided me over to the tile wall. He nudged my legs open with his knee and his dick pressed against me. Without a word, he pushed my face against the cold tile and he slid inside me.
He fucked me slowly for a few strokes and then pushed inside me at the same moment he brought his other hand up and pressed two fingers into the cut on my breast. I tensed in pain, which was exactly what he wanted because my entire body clenched around him. A gasp left my lips and my anger bubbled up hot again.
How dare he act outraged over what Roger did and then capitalize on it now?
He didn’t exactly groan but I heard his breath catch and I tried to move away from his hand. He pressed my face firmly against the tile and shoved his dick into me harder, driving me into the wall. I struggled again, my hands coming up near my face against the tile. He growled at my protests and his teeth came down on the cut on my shoulder. I cursed him viciously and jerked in his arms but he started fucking me harder against the wall. His lips dragged up to my ear.
“What did I say about resisting?” He panted, his teeth catching my ear.
I seethed under him. “Asshole,” I growled.
He pressed his fingers against the cut on my breast again but I forced every cell in my being to be quiet. I didn’t tense, I didn’t struggle, I didn’t give him anything.
He did it again and once more I forced myself to not react. Pain was screaming at me but my anger was stronger and I clenched my hands into fists and growled at him as angry tears fell from my eyes. He fucked me for a few strokes and then his hand left my breast and came down on my shoulder. I yelped but only gritted my teeth harder as the pain welled up inside me and through sheer force of will and fury made it bleed out, with the only reaction being to curse him again.
“Fuck. You.” I gasped out.
He went still inside me, his body pressed up against mine and then to my surprise, he chuckled. He gently brushed my hair away from my neck and planted a kiss near the cut on my shoulder.
“Stubborn woman,” he said again against my skin and I felt him smile. I was so confused—it almost seemed like he hoped I’d resist the pain. He reached over and took my fists and planted them higher on the tile above my head. “Don’t move your hands.”
He grabbed my hips and slid inside me again, fucking me until he shuddered and his breath caught as he came. He pulled out of me and I whirled on him, raising my hand to slap him. I was so angry I just wanted to hit something—someone. He caught my wrist before I could land anything and his eyes narrowed.
“I thought you said I could punch you as much as I wanted,” I growled at him, taking deep breaths to try and calm down. Something close to amusement appeared in his eyes but it disappeared and his lips curled into a lethal smirk.
“If you want things to get violent darlin’ all you have to do is ask.”
I tried to yank my wrist from him but he tightened his grip and stepped towards me, pushing me against the wall again and pressing my wrist above my head. His other hand went between my legs, gently rubbing circles on my clit. My breath caught as electric pleasure ripped through me and I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my lips.
“You’re wet,” he said and I knew he didn’t mean from the shower or his cum. I glared at him and went to raise my other hand but he fixed me with a look that made fear rush through me. I needed to remember I was playing with fire but my anger made me reckless.
“If you hit me, I’m not going to let you come,” he said. He dipped two fingers inside me, curling them at just the right angle. My head fell back and my lips parted.
“Your choice,” he said, his face inches from mine. I could hear the threat and the tension in his body spelled trouble for me if I followed through on his offer to hit him. I should have known it came with stipulations. Nothing ever came free with him. My anger tried to surface again but whatever he was doing with his fingers was quickly making me rethink things, even that thought frustrated me. I should be fighting with everything I have to getaway but instead I was pushed up against a wall, being raped and enjoying it. Shame flooded me only to have Kraven’s fingers find a spot that made every thought leave my head.
“Put your other hand up,” he commanded. My eyes flashed to his, debating whether to challenge him except I was a panting mess now and he knew it. I could feel him teasing me towards the edge and I was suddenly worried he wasn’t going to let me fall. I slowly slid my hand up to my other one and his hand captured it in his grip. The pain from my shoulder wound cut through my pleasure for a moment and a soft sob escaped my lips.
