Page 51 of Red Rabbit
I took my time in the shower and when I got out I saw there was food on the table. When I looked it was another cheeseburger with fries and when I pulled the drink to me, I gasped, delighted to find out it was a strawberry milkshake. I scoffed for a moment at how excited I was about the food but then decided I would take what wins I could in here.
Graham flashed through my mind and my good mood plummeted. I tried not to think about him prone on the forest floor after just trying to save me. I tried to push him from my mind. It didn’t do any good to be sad about something I couldn’t change.
I ate and then wandered around the room. I looked in Kraven’s closet again because it was the only interesting thing about the suite. He packed intentionally and wasn’t overly indulgent. He brought only what he needed: two pairs of jeans, a pair of slacks, a few different shirts and his suit.
It was all exceptionally made, high end clothing, obviously tailored to him, but overall didn’t make for any entertainment on my part. I found his cologne during my perusal and discovered it was some obscure brand I’d never heard of—which I always found so much hotter than something generic you’d smell in a mall. Overall, his personal items screamed mysterious and none of it told me anything I didn’t already know about him.
He was rich—filthy rich—pragmatic, confident in his style and orderly, with good taste in fashion. I wondered briefly if anything was in the safe. I doubted a man like Kraven would bring anything valuable to a foray such as this though so I didn’t bother with an attempt to crack it although I did consider it for entertainment purposes—something to challenge my mind. I missed work and all its complicated problems to solve.
When there was nothing left to snoop in the suite, I got back into bed and grabbed the book Kraven was reading and lost myself in the pages.
I didn’t realize I fell asleep until I felt the book move off my stomach where it fell when I apparently dozed off mid chapter.
Kraven was back. He pulled the book away with an amused look.
“That book puts me to sleep too,” he said dryly.
“Is it because it doesn’t have any murder in it?” I asked, my tone equally dry.
“Or sex,” he said with a shake of his head.
He put the book aside and I watched him take off his shoes and put them away, then he unbuttoned his shirt and hung it up. He came back over with a smug look on his face when he saw my gaze sweep him from head to toe in appreciation of the view of him in just his jeans. When I got up to his face and saw his reaction, I frowned, not wanting to admit I thought he looked hot.
He slapped my thigh lightly to get me to move over in bed and then pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him, my hands flat on his bare chest. I noticed a few scars I hadn’t paid attention to before, crossing at odd angles down his pecs to his torso. His hands ran down my back to settle on my ass and he gripped me firmly as he watched my face take him in.
My finger traced one of the scars and he grabbed my hand quickly. I watched his face darken; the amusement gone. I realized it was a very intimate thing to do to acknowledge someone’s scars. After all, they were a visible reminder of painful and often traumatic events. Usually such things would hide in the mind where they were unseen unless spoken about.
He didn’t say anything but instead brought my hand down between my legs and guided me to rub my clit in slow circles.His eyes dipped to watch and I parted myself with two fingers. I enjoyed seeing the hunger appear in his eyes as I slid a finger inside me and pulled it out wet to continue the circles on my clit. He dragged his hands up my sides and his thumbs passed over my nipples that hardened quickly under his touch. He shifted forward and his mouth closed around one and he sucked and grazed it with his teeth until I moaned and leaned into him.
I continued to rub my clit and he moved his mouth to my other nipple where he slowly and methodically did the same thing. My breath caught and my other hand was in a death grip on his shoulder hard enough to leave nail marks. He didn’t seem to notice or mind and continued to tease and play with my breasts.
I moaned, breathless as I closed in on my orgasm.
His eyes sharpened then and he leaned back to watch me with hooded eyes as he enjoyed seeing me shudder, pant and writhe on his lap.
“Beautiful,” I heard him murmur. I moved my hips against his jeans and his dick pressed against me, hard with arousal. The friction made me gasp. His hand came up and his fingers closed around my neck, the pressure was light until he felt the change as I neared the edge and his grip tightened.
My eyes met his and his storm pulled me in as he took in every detail of my soul. I cursed and gasped as the pleasure peaked and then dipped, and when I took another deep breath, he tightened his grip so I could barely breathe. My pulse beat erratically against his fingers. His other hand came down and he slid two fingers inside me, curling them softly in just the right spot. I whimpered.
“Break for me, darlin’.”
His growl vibrated every atom in my body. Right as he saw me hit the edge, I saw stars from not being able to breathe and he released the pressure around my neck. I exploded. Myorgasm crashed like thunder over me and I cried out as the breath rushed back into my lungs. I pushed my hips against his fingers as mine faltered against my clit. I felt high as I broke apart on top of him. Both of my hands slammed down on his chest as I came down and gasped for air, muttering curse words breathlessly. I realized I gave him that orgasm freely. I made myself come entirely from my own provocation. I blushed and hesitantly raised my eyes to meet his. There was a smug look in his eyes, he knew exactly what I just did for him. He brought his fingers covered in my cum to his lips and sucked them clean with a satisfied groan. Then he rubbed his thumbs along that place on my hips I loved and I couldn’t help curling closer to him with a sharp inhalation of breath.
It brought my face closer to his and he yanked my lips down and kissed me before with a sudden movement, he flipped me onto my back and settled on top of me. His kiss turned dominant and hard and before I knew it, his dick was free of his jeans and he drove inside me in a solid thrust that pulled a moan from both of us. He was not slow. He fucked me hard and took what he wanted as he chased his own pleasure.
I didn’t care. My nails dragged down his back and my legs wrapped around him as I reveled in his fulfillment for the first time. I felt him near the edge and he rose up over me and put his hand around my neck again. I could see a desperation and wildness in his eyes as though he wanted to possess me and never let me go. He wanted to claim me as his forever. I saw the anger as his gaze caught on my knife wounds and then the hunger as they rose to my lips and finally the rapture as they locked on my eyes and he saw the fire that burned there for him.
He choked me and it wasn’t like before.
This was an assertion—a declaration of intent to own every part of me. Blackness closed in on the edge of my vision and as my breath ran out, I watched his control as he took me tothe very edge of darkness. Instinct caused me to struggle but I knew what he wanted and I purposefully clenched around him. I watched his eyes narrow and his lips part and then he released me and air rushed back into my lungs. The euphoria was potent and as I gasped for breath, he tightened inside me and with a harsh gasp and cry he was coming, the pleasure complete and intense on his face as he gritted his teeth and slammed into me through to the end.
He shuddered in an intense after shock and settled over me, his chest heaving and his hand still resting lightly on my throat. His thumb caressed my jaw as I shook under him. Tears leaked from my eyes but it was only because of the overwhelming high I was coming down from. He stayed inside me like that, his face buried in my neck, for longer than any previous time until finally he heaved himself up and off the bed.
He seemed irritated about something and I watched the pleasure fade from his face and get replaced with frustration. He went and started the shower and I got up and used the bathroom. When I passed the shower to go back into the bedroom, I saw his hand on the tile wall as he stood under the spray and he didn’t move. His back was to me and he stood like a man who was processing something heavy. For a brief moment I saw through the veil and I realized with a jolt I was going to lose him tomorrow.
I wondered if he cared. I wondered if I should care.
Was I allowed to care?
