Page 40 of Hunted to the Altar
“Don’t be,” I said, my voice hardening. “I don’t deserve your pity. And I’ll be damned if I let the same thing happen to you.”
She stepped closer, her movements tentative. Like she was approaching a wounded animal. “Samuel…”
The sound of my name on her lips sent a jolt through me, but I shoved the feeling aside. I couldn’t afford to be weak. Not now. Not ever.
“You don’t understand what kind of man I am,” I said, my voice low and measured. “I’ve done things—terrible things—to protect the people I care about. And I’ll do them again if it means keeping you alive.”
Her eyes searched mine, and I could see the war waging within her. Fear, anger, confusion—it was all there, swirling in those expressive depths. But there was something else, too. Something I couldn’t quite name.
“I don’t want to be a reason for you to kill,” she whispered.
I reached out, my hand brushing against her cheek before I could stop myself. “You don’t have a choice, Nina. You’re already my reason.”
My little bunny stared deep into my soul. Her doe eyes begged for me to let her go. As she looked for her answer, she realized I meant business. I recognized the signs before she turned tail and took off.
I tried to resist my baser instincts, but it took five seconds flat for me to pursue her. My cock grew in my pants, beggingfor her to satisfy my darker urges. I ran as fast as I could, hoping to catch her before she got to an exit.
All that mattered in my mind was catching my little bunny and fucking her until she understood who was in charge. I wasn’t thinking any further than that. I should probably feel bad for all the unhinged and dirty things I wanted to do to her, but I didn’t.
She could slip away if I don’t act fast. I hopped over the banister and landed on my feet with nary a tremble. Leg day saved my life once again. I stopped to check the video notifications watching her run through the halls and try the doors.
I flipped through a few screens to see where she was headed. It looked like one of the staff was going to take a smoke break and they left the door propped open. I sprinted toward my little bunny with my phone clutched in my hand.
I let go of all my control.
A primal chase through the estate was exactly what I needed. The stakes were high knowing that her freedom was just in reach. I could feel her terror the closer I got to her location. She saw the door up ahead.
My little bunny was fast, but a demon like me remained faster.
I lunged forward, wrapping my hand over her mouth to smother her screams. She kicked her feet in the air, trying to use her weight to throw me off. I slammed into the wall, protecting her from getting hurt. She fought harder, trying to claw at my hand so she could beg for help. The sharp shatter of a vase hitting the floor broke our struggle.
I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, straddling her hips. She bucked and hissed beneath me.
“Keep fighting,” I growled in her ear, pressing my weight against her squirming body, letting her feel how rock hard I was for her. “It only makes me harder.” I nipped her ear even as she tried to pull away from me.
She whimpered when she realized she couldn’t escape and expended too much energy trying to. I shifted my grip to hold both her wrists in one hand. I took my free hand and trailed it slowly down her body.
My fingers slid between her thighs, cupping the heat there.
She was soaked. She may be fighting me with her mouth and her fists, but her pussy didn’t lie. My little bunny was aching for me.
“You filthy little liar,” I rasped against her ear, breathing in her scent like oxygen. “You want this.”
She sobbed, a broken sound, as I tugged her shorts down her hips–not tearing them, a courtesy I didn’t have to afford, making her feel every humiliating inch of skin exposed to me.
Her legs thrashed until I trapped them beneath mine again, caging her completely. I could feel her pulse hammering against her throat when I pressed my nose there, inhaling deeply.
“I will fuck you right here,” I muttered, dragging the denim over her ass, leaving her bared and vulnerable. “Maybe I’ll let all my men see you taking my hard cock deep so they know you’re mine.”
She gasped when my hand slid lower, stroking between her lips, teasing that sensitive bundle of nerves there. She squirmed trying to get away from my touch, but her hips jerked against me, betraying her.
Good.
I wanted her mind to screamnowhile her body begged for more. I rubbed her slow, taking my time, punishing her for thinking she could leave me. When my fingers were dripping with her slick, I finally peeled the denim completely off her body, tossing it aside.
I stuck my head between her legs and lapped at her juices. She cried out even though I knew she was trying not to. I smiled against her. She tried to tighten her legs around my head, but Itrapped her thighs. Wouldn’t want her to think she could curse me to death and then escape.
I savored her taste. My teeth scraped against her gently and she detonated. I slurped up her fucking slick. She was delicious. I let her ride it out as I sucked on her clit. She liked that.
