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The door groaned under a sudden pressure. “Tell me, Pretty Rabbit, what would?”
Like a snap of his fingers, his voice came soft and gentle. His breath blew between the cracks between the door and the frame. So I knew he had his face plastered.
“Do you want me to be a sweet farmer boy?” His tone mocked me. “If he could swallow your screams and claim you as his in the forest, he would. But he’s too weak to take it, he’ll never make you feel how I do.”
“Maybe I want to try on how he’d make me feel.”
“Maybe I’d rip his eyes out of his skull.” He growled again. “If you’re going to play this game with me, at least find someone who stands a chance. Guess what, Little Rabbit? That’s another monster like me.”
Without permission my stomach fluttered, and the desire to have him fight for me made moisture gather between my thighs.
A loud inhale came from the other side, and a deep, dark chuckle made everything inside me beg for him. That chuckle promised so much, and my body hadn’t forgotten that.
“So I’ll be alone.” That was the best solution anyway. No matter what, my heart and body would long for men that were bad for me. I’d probably never escape the desire for monsters.
Maybe that was why women in my family never remarry after their first marriage fails.
Because the best solution was to go it alone.
“Come here, Little Rabbit.” His soft voice was back. “Let me help.”
I shut the living room light off and went up the stairs to go to bed. Before I let him talk me into doing something stupid.
Chapter 22:
Silence.
My eyes popped open as the alarming silence rang uncomfortably in my ears. Something was wrong.
I strained my ears to figure out what that was. When that failed, I turned on the lamp.
At least I tried.
When I twisted the little knob, nothing happened. That was what was missing; the hum of electricity. He cut the power.
The fucker was trapping me.
This forced me to come to terms with the undeniable truth. Eventually, he was going to get in here. Whether that would be from me making a mistake or the house crumbling around me, was up for anyone’s guess, but I’d lose this battle of wills, eventually.
It was probably too much to hope that he’d give up on me before either of those things happened. I was right about him. He was a bigger problem than Mark had ever been.
And yet I yearned for his touch, for the sense of being cocooned in his safety. For his ravenous hunger.
I’d resisted the urge to touch myself earlier on principle, but my core throbbed.How far was he willing to go for me?
A stupid question that would end with my bones in a ditch.
I reached between my thighs and rubbed my clit, thinking about his touch and how every stroke of his fingers was flirting with danger. The way he growled like an animal when he touched me, as if he couldn’t even pretend to be a man anymore.
I tried to focus on Van instead of him, but it wasn’t the sweet man who had me panting for attention. “Think about Van.”
A dark chuckle sounded outside of the window. It should have terrified me, but all it did was make my need skyrocket. “If you have to tell yourself to think about him, he’s not what you need.”
I smothered the moan in my throat, not wanting to give him the pleasure of knowing it was him on my mind.
“That’s my pretty Little Rabbit. Come outside so I can hunt you.”
The offer was more tempting than I cared to admit, but luckily the memory of him chasing me through the woods the other day was still fresh enough to use.
