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He wasn’t angry?
I stared at his face, searching for the outrage, but all there was what I thought was a smirk on his snout and a glimmer in his glowing eyes.
“But I’m being difficult.” I found I could speak, despite the tight hold on my throat.
“More,” he begged. “The harder you fight the sweeter the hunt is.”
His claw ripped through the tank-top like it was nothing, right down the middle, revealing my black bra. It also showed the sage I’d tucked into it where leaves popped out in the run. I knew I was a weak bitch.
I needed insurance that the lady downstairs wouldn’t take control. She was already salivating.
He laughed, ripping the bra away, making my breasts bounce in the process. His skin sizzled where the sage touched him. Patches of dark-tan skin peeked through where the sage melted through the shadows that coated him. Was I seeing his true form? “I’ll gladly burn for you.”
So, that was what the sage did. It burned him.
He released my throat, but used his body as a barrier to block any further escape. “As much as I love watching you bop around the farm in these shorts.” With one hard yank and somepinching, as the fabric was stressed, I stood before him in only my panties.
“Bend over the post,” he commanded. “I told you there would be a price to pay for running.”
“You have to be fucking me.”
“Not yet.” He grinned again.
I pressed my lips together, but I didn’t see a way out of doing what he said. I bent at the waist, grabbing the second bar down.
The air wafted uncomfortably between my thighs. What exactly did he intend to do?
I held the position for what felt like hours, and he did nothing. I turned to look back and found him simply staring at me.
“I apologize, Little Rabbit. Your perfection distracted me.” He groaned. A sharp piercing tore through the flesh under my hip, above my ass. I yelped as he dragged his nail across. “Now, everyone will know you are mine.”
“What are you doing?” I squeaked, but ultimately endured the pain. My fingers tightened on the boards to help me brace myself. When his nail finally left my body, I gasped in relief.
Without any warning, he thrusted into me. My body welcomed him, like I was made to take the abuse. The way every inch of him slid against me was heaven.
I pressed my lips together to smother the moan I cried out.
He grabbed my chin. “Go ahead, Little Rabbit. I want you to scream. Let me see those tears.”
He wasn’t gentle like he’d been last time. No, I'd been a pain in his ass, and he wanted me to know it.
And yet, every brutal thrust was filled with passion and desire. If his idea of punishment was fucking me like he hated me, that was a passtime I could get used to.
His hips hit me hard enough I was sure I’d have bruises, but there was still something so delicious about it.
Tears welled in my eyes, but the knot deep in my gut tightened too. Everything inside me was at odds with myself.
Maybe the fact that I never once tried to fight him said it all. From the second I thought he was Mark, I loved this disgusting creature’s cock.
His fingers slid over the front of my thighs and made a slow line to my clit. Those razor sharp claws should have given me pause, but instead I grinded into the pad of his fingers. The barely there touch of his nail added another layer of confusion to my body.
Growls filled the air, making me clench around him. Making every movement he made that much more intense.
Pleasure snapped in my gut and pulsed through my nerves, until even my hair quivered. My eyes rolled back and my knees threatened to give out. The monster was the only thing holding me up.
He roared as he came behind me. Exhaustion hit me like a freight train, and my eyelids grew heavier than anvils.
I fought the best I could, but in the end, everything went black.
