Page 47 of Red Rabbit
I heard amusement in his tone but his eyes were calculating. I just stared at him and pressed my mouth into a thin line when I realized I probably shouldn’t have said anything. When he sawhe wasn’t easily going to get anything else from me he continued walking and we soon settled into another group.
Later when we found ourselves alone, Kraven handed me his champagne.
“What did you think?” He asked. His hand was in his pocket and he was casually scanning the room.
“About what?” I asked.
I took a sip and tried to hand it back but he shook his head, indicating I should finish what little there was left in the glass.
“The PMC.”
“It’s painfully obvious the amount of intelligence in people who enjoy sexual assault is low,” I grumbled in answer before I took another sip. He huffed a laugh. “Why? Are you thinking of doing business with him?”
“Are you questioning my intelligence darlin’?” He still didn’t look at me but his other hand played with the fabric of my dress where it brushed against his leg.
“You seem very interested in everyone’s businesses,” I said with a shrug.
“It pays to be informed of the players in the game,” Kraven said. Ah, so that’s what he was doing. Recon. I guess it made sense to go to a shady place to network with shady people. “But that man is an idiot,” Kraven continued.
“And a liar—a dangerous combination,” I mused. “But you don’t seem to mind danger and your morals are questionable so maybe it’ll be a match made in heaven.”
Anytime I tried to goad him or insult him he just seemed entertained by it. It was such a strange aspect to him because most of these men here would have flashed at an insult to their intelligence and sensitive ego but Kraven did not.
“Why do you say he’s a liar?” Kraven asked lightly.
I froze with the glass halfway to my lips and realized I just put myself in a corner. The last few days I debated whethertelling Kraven who I was would hurt me or help me. It was my only piece of value and power I had left in this place and I didn’t want to squander it if it wasn’t going to get me what I wanted, which was freedom and safety. I stalled, finishing the champagne and then shrugged as I put the glass on a nearby cocktail table. Kraven’s fingers trailed up my spine and he rested his hand on the back of my neck. The threat was obvious. I turned back to him and tried to keep my face blank as his thumb traced my skin along my neck and I shivered.
“I asked you a question,” he said quietly.
My mind raced for something to say to him. I couldn’t very well tell him the reason the man was a liar was because he claimed to have a connection to the tech developers in the very company I worked for. The company I not only worked for but where I was the Chief Technical Officer. The tech and weaponry he talked about wasn’t even something we produced, in fact, it was such outdated tech, at least to me, I almost laughed when he mentioned it.
“My father was in the military—I know a little about that kind of stuff,” I said finally.
It was the truth, or at least as far as I was willing to go with it. Kraven didn’t seem satisfied with that answer but before he could ask me anything else, Cooper came and announced dinner.
Dinner was a strange affair. It was on a beautiful garden lawn under twinkle lights with a fountain running in the background.
Everyone sat at a long butcher block table and the women sat next to the men. We were served the same food as the men although I saw Kraven eye mine skeptically and I wondered if he thought it might be drugged too. The server poured wine in my glass and there was a discrete distinction between the bottle they poured for the women and what they poured for the men.
Kraven caught my eye and I pushed the glass slightly towards him in disgust. I pretended to pick at my food because I happened to agree with Kraven, I wondered if it was drugged too, and he would every so often, push some of his food onto my plate instead. He also let me have sips from his wine and at one point grabbed my glass and without anyone noticing dumped the contents under the table.
As dinner progressed, the men got more bold with their women. Many of them put them on their laps and it was obvious they were fucking them. I caught sight of Roger down towards the other end of the table and paled when I saw his eyes on me. His face was a bruised mess and one eye was slightly swollen shut. Kraven saw me looking and handed me his wine.
“Admiring my handiwork?”
“Stunning,” I said dryly before I took a sip and pulled my eyes away. I didn’t like how Roger was looking at me.
Kraven hadn’t touched me intimately the entire evening but now he dragged one of my legs over the bench we were sitting on so I straddled it facing him. His hands ran up my thighs and found the gaps in the fabric until his fingers touched my bare skin. His thumbs ran up my pussy and I inhaled sharply as they grazed over my clit, my eyes fluttered at the sensation. I tensed in apprehension of what he would do, but I couldn’t close my legs because of the bench.
He took one hand away to take a drink of wine while two of his fingers slid inside me and rubbed me slowly. The alcohol had calmed me down and anytime I tried to grab a hold of my anger, it slipped illusively away so I just stopped trying. His fingers pushed into me and stayed there while his thumb ran circles around my clit and I bit back a moan. My head dropped forward to his shoulder as he worked me into a panting mess and soon I was shaking and rocking my hips against his fingers trying to get what I needed but he didn’t let me come.
His fingers pulled out of me and a soft whine escaped. I lifted my head and saw most of the men and women were gone from the table. Thankfully Roger was also nowhere to be seen. Kraven undid his pants and pulled out his cock then straddled the bench facing me and his hand wrapped around my neck. He firmly pushed me down until I was lying back on the bench then he leaned over me and pushed my dress aside. He pushed inside me in one stroke and I moaned and tightened around him as he moved in and out of me a few times. He pulled out and his cock pressed against my ass.
“No,” I hissed.
I tried to push away but he dug his fingers into my thighs and looked at me with a warning. I was still sore from earlier and the thought of him taking me there made fear snuff out my arousal. He pushed my thighs up and apart and I watched him spit and have it drop between my legs. He dragged it down to my ass and his fingers slowly pushed inside me.
He watched my face with a smoldering intensity, seeing every little move I made, analyzing me. His fingers didn’t hurt but I felt anxiety at what was coming and tried to squirm backwards on the bench and close one of my thighs. His other hand slid down to my clit and he pinched me hard. I glared at him, choking back a gasp of pain.
