Page 70 of Claiming His Bunny
“Hmm, perhaps you should tie me up and blindfold me to make sure I don’t cheat,” I tease, fascinated by the twitch in his pants. He’d love that. That makes me wonder. Perhaps he’d love something else? “Or,” I continue as I release my seatbelt, “I can just lower myself,” I lean over the center console toward Ethan, “so I won’t see a thing even if I wanted to. And,” I unbuckle his belt, “I can find something to occupy myself with so I’m not tempted to look where we’re going.”
“Kayla?” Ethan’s voice is strained as I run my hand over his bulge, and he tightens his grip on the wheel. “Jesus fucking Christ!” he breathes out when I pull out his cock in one swift motion. It’s semi-hard already and quickly hardens further as I palm it.
“Yes, Ethan?” I ask sweetly, leaning closer to lick the bead of pre-cum forming on the tip.
The car swerves. “Are you trying to kill us, naughty bunny?” In contrast to his words, he grabs my hair and pushes me closer to his crotch. “It’s a great way to die,” he notes.
“Well, I promised you a reward last night,” I say as I tongue his slit.
Ethan moans, and I hear a muffled thump as he slams his head into the headrest. “Fuck, bunny. Yes. Take me in your mouth like a good girl. Do it.” Obediently, I open my mouth and take his cock in as far as I can, which, as it turns out, isn’t much. He’s just too big for me to take in entirely, and I never learned to deepthroat, something I sorely regret now because I want all of Ethan inside me.
He pushes me down a little more. When I gag, he holds me in place for a second before letting me back up. “There,” he says, forcing my head down again. “Just relax. You’re doing great, bunny. You’re my miracle, and I love fucking your mouth.” He jerks me up and down, using my mouth for his own pleasure, and I happily submit, reveling in the way he moans for me.
My hands are free, so I cup his balls, earning myself a louder moan and another car swerve. I do it again, and Ethan lets go of my hair momentarily to smack my shoulder. “Naughty bunny,” he faux-admonishes. “Trying to get me to crash the car.”
I chuckle around his cock, which twitches in my mouth. He must be close, and it must be killing him to focus on driving and not give himself over to pleasure completely. I tease him some more, bringing him to the edge and letting him hover there, a small payback for yesterday.
He growls, the car skidding to a sudden stop. Then both his hands are on my head, guiding me up and down in a ruthless rhythm, taking away the last sliver of control I had over the situation. He thrusts against me, hitting the back of my throat, but this time, he doesn’t relent until his cock twitches and fills my mouth with his cum.
I swallow—not that I have a choice—and blink away the tears filling my eyes, all the while doing my best to ignore how wet and achy my pussy feels. I try to sneak my hand between my legs, but Ethan snatches it. “No. Naughty bunnies don’t get to come.”
“But—”
“No. No buts.” He smacks my ass. “Well, maybe this butt.”
I’m too worked up to appreciate his juvenile pun. “Ethan, please,” I whimper, shifting in my seat as if that could somehow miraculously give me an orgasm.
“Later,” he says, and I just know the mean bastard is smirking. “It’s time for your surprise.”
I couldn’t care less about the damned surprise, but Ethan tugs on my hair, so I straighten up and look around. The first thing I see is a tractor parked right next to us. Further examination reveals that we’re in a spacious farmyard, surrounded by several large buildings and, fortunately, devoid of people. I can’t believe Ethan let me give him a head in such a public place!
“Where are we?” I ask cautiously. Animal noises filter in through the window. Cows and… pigs?
I vaguely remember reading something about pigs being used to dispose of bodies. It seems they eat everything except teeth and hair and are therefore very popular among criminals who need to get rid of evidence. Oh, god, is that why Ethan brought me here?
I swallow roughly. I support his crusade, but that doesn’t mean I need to see all the gory details from up front. Corpses of abusive assholes getting eaten by pigs don’t bother me from a moral point of view, but I’m not sure my stomach could handle actually witnessing it.
“This is Hidden Creek Ranch,” Ethan says like that explains anything. “Ready for your surprise?”
“Umm…” I hesitate, then nod decisively. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
I chose Ethan, both the good and the ugly parts of him. He’s excited about whatever he wants to show me, so I’ll go with it, no matter how terrifying it might be. The idea of watching pigs munch on body parts has considerably dampened my arousal, at least. Didn’t kill it completely, though, which just shows how messed up I am.
Gravel crunches under our soles as we exit the car. A door across the farmyard opens, and a woman steps out of what appears to be a residential building, smiling and waving at us. She’s young and sexy in the hot cowgirl way, and I immediately hate the way she checks Ethan out.
I step in front of Ethan and fold my arms across my chest, scowling at her as she approaches. Perhaps it’s her we’re about to feed to the pigs.
“Who’s that?” I ask quietly, not liking how good the woman looks in the knee-high leather boots and tight pants that accentuate her chiseled thighs just the right way.
A flare of mad possessiveness explodes in my chest. At this point, I’m just as unhinged as Ethan, and if that bitch lays a finger on him, I’ll be the one killing someone today.
Chapter 39
Ethan
I try very hardto smother my chuckle but fail miserably. Kayla’s jealousy is surprising, irrational, and completely unnecessary. After seeing her, I haven’t looked at another woman with interest, and I never will. However, it’s sweet, and I love how she’s ready to catfight this absolutely innocent woman.
“This is Annalise Dalton, the owner of this place,” I explain to Kayla and wrap my arms around her, both to reassure her she’s mine and to stop her from lunging at poor Annalise.
