Page 71 of Hunt Me
His hand was around my throat before my fingers were able to touch the cold steel, digging in as he slowly pulled me backward. “That wasn’t very nice of you. You really are a very bad girl. I completely underestimated you.”
“I warned you.”
“Yes, you did.”
Barely able to breathe, I blinked furiously, shivering to my core. When I was back in position, he removed his hand, patting my bottom then yanking me until my feet were dangling off the bed.
“To answer your question, I’m going to fuck you, my perfect angel, which is exactly what you desire. Isn’t it?”
“You’re such a bastard!” I clawed at the comforter, using all my strength to kick him, finally able to connect my foot against his stomach.
“That’s going to cost you.” He brought his hand down several times against my bottom, only adding fuel to the ache burning deep inside.
The pull on my hair was just as painful as the spanking. Within seconds, I was exhausted, panting, aching all over as a wave of electricity shot straight into my core. He stroked hisfingers along the seam of my pussy, every move utter perfection, arousing me even more. The man knew exactly what he was doing to me. When he thrust them inside again, I realized I was bucking against his hand involuntarily, driving the long digits as deep inside as possible.
Every inch of my body tingled as my pussy clamped around his fingers. I was lightheaded, reminding myself that this was just physical chemistry. I should be afraid of him. I should continue to fight him.
But the hunger was real, the need to have his fingers touching me, filling me unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” The guttural sounds from my throat were almost unrecognizable. This wasn’t me. This wasn’t what a good girl should crave.
I almost laughed since I’d been the one to insist I wasn’t a good girl.
But when I heard the bastard unzipping his expensive trousers, I sucked in and held my breath, another round of lights pulsing in front of my face.
“I can provide extreme anguish or exquisite ecstasy. The choice is entirely up to you. If you’re a good girl and obey me, you’ll get exactly what you crave. If you fight me on any level, then the punishment you receive is going to be something you remember for a very long time. Do I make myself clear?”
I couldn’t answer him. I had no words, no ability to make any additional sounds. I was lost in a surreal moment, a part of me wishing I’d never agreed to be Lilia’s bridesmaid. Why hadn’t I acknowledged her family was dangerous? I’d never learnedanything from her about the family business, but he remained positive I’d broken some veil of secrecy.
“Answer me, my perfect angel,” he growled.
“Yes. I understand.” The sultry tone of my voice surprised me.
“Excellent,” he said in a subdued voice, as if using the softer tone to try to comfort me, to sway me into thinking he wasn’t a monster.
But I sensed what he was capable of.
A part of him wanted to believe I’d had something to do with his friend’s murder. Why didn’t I just come clean? Because I knew that would give him ammunition and I wouldn’t be needed any longer. Was it possible the man was a killer? I had no idea, but I strongly believed escaping him was the only real chance I had of survival.
This was unbelievable. I was worried he’d end my life, yet I was dizzy from the current, wet from his touch.
The moment I felt his cock slicing back and forth across my bruised bottom, I stiffened, fisting the covers.
“Relax, my angel. I’m giving you exactly what you need.” He purred the words, driving me into a state of desire unlike anything I’d ever known. I’d never been taken so forcefully, disciplined as if I was a bad little girl. The concept took my breath away, leaving me weak and anxious, yet a sickening level of excitement continued to build. The scent of my arousal created another wave of heat spilling across my face.
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.The words rolled in my mind over and over again, as if they had the ability to keep me sane.
He kicked my legs apart then pressed the tip of his cock against my slickened folds. “Relax and push back for me. Take my cock like the perfect angel you were the other night. Obey me.”
Obey him. The thought was strangely attractive, the softness of his voice enveloping every inch of my body like a blanket, soothing and enticing me into submitting.
As he pressed his cockhead past my swollen folds, my body acted entirely on its own, pushing against him. A warm, almost dizzying series of sensations washed over me, shooting straight into my aching pussy. Nothing was going to stop him from taking what he wanted.
He seemed larger than a few nights before, my muscles struggling to accept the thickness. I was stretched wide open, involuntary moans rushing up from my throat.
“Uh. Uh.” My pants were primal, my starved-for-attention body and mind yanking the brazen woman from the dark catacombs of my being.
He thrust the entire length inside, digging his fingers into my skin. His husky growls were cries of satisfaction, his breath becoming just as ragged as mine. “You’re tight. So fucking tight.”
