Page 60 of Poisoned Vows

“We can’t do this out here—” I try to squirm away from him again, out of habit if nothing else, even though I realize all too well that I’m only making it worse.

“Why not?” Nikolai bends, nipping at the soft flesh of my neck. “There’s no one to see or hear us, little rabbit.”

His hips lean into mine again, and I have to stifle a gasp. He reaches down, tugging at the button of my jeans, and for a brief moment, I wonder, despite myself, why I’m trying so hard to hide how he makes me react. It’s not as if he doesn’t already know.

Because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction,I remind myself—just as his hand slips into my jeans.

I’m wet for him already. There’s no hiding it, no way to pretend that the feeling of his hard, muscled body atop mine and the pressure of his cock grinding against my thigh didn’t turn me on. I hear his groan, the way he chuckles as his fingers slide between my folds, and I wonder what he’d do if I bit him.

He’d probably like it.

I feel his fingertips against my clit, rolling over it as his other hand reaches for his belt, and I buck my hips upwards to get away.I was going to try to get away.It’s what I meant to do—really.But I can’t lie to myself. All I’m doing is grinding into his hand, seeking more friction, more touch, and Ifeelhim laugh against me as he presses his mouth to my shoulder and moves his fingers faster.

“I’m going to be inside of you in a moment, littlekrolik,” he murmurs. “So if you want to come before you have to take my cock, you should stop fighting it.”

Fuck you. I don’t know if I think the words or say them, because I’m losing the battle anyway between my desire to keep from doing anything that might please him and the arousal flooding me. The pressure of his fingers feels so good, and I can’t help but roll my hips against his hand again, wanting more.

“That’s it, little rabbit. Make yourself come on my fingers. I know you want it.” His hand presses down, giving me more of that sweet friction, and I grit my teeth against a whimper as I rock helplessly against him.

I’m going to come.I just barely manage not to say it aloud, fighting back the moans as I feel the orgasm building, and I know I’m going to come all over his fingers. I can’t help it. He seems to know exactly where to rub, to press, to stroke so that I’m flooded with pleasure, every inch of my skin tingling with it, and I feel myself clench,wantingto be filled up. Wanting his cock, and I hate so much that I do.

I feel that tight knot of pleasure coming unwound, feel my nails scratching against the wood of the floor. I dimly realize as I’m trying not to scream out my pleasure that he’s using his other hand to drag his zipper down.

I’m startled by how huge his cock is, every time. I’m still shuddering from my orgasm when his other hand drags my jeans down, far enough that he can get between my thighs. I have to bite back another cry when the swollen head of his cock pushes against my entrance.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he breathes, rocking against me as his hips shove forward. It’s just the first inch, but the stretch burns with a heated pain that turns almost immediately to pleasure, like the first night all over again.How long is it going to take before it doesn’t feel like losing my virginity every fucking time?I’m soaked, and he’s still almost too much.

I reach up, intending to try to push him away, but instead, I grip his shoulders, nails digging into the wool of his sweater as his hips rock forward again, pushing more of his impossibly thick cock into me. It feels so good—I wish it didn’t feel so good. It could become addictive, the way it feels as he thrusts, filling me up as he pins me down against the wooden floor. It feels better than it did in bed, better than it did in the pool, something raw and frantic about fucking out in the woods, where anyone walking past could hear if they listened long enough.

It feels almost impossible to keep quiet. I know he doesn’t want me to, that he’stryingto make me cry out with every hard thrust. His hand slides under my sweater, under my bra, his palm cupping over my breast so it rubs against my nipple with every rock of his hips, until it feels as if there’s a direct line of jolting pleasure between my stiff nipple and the hard slide of his cock.

He’s going to make me come again.There’s no way out of it. It feels too good, his swollen head rubbing over a spot deep inside of me that I didn’t even know existed, over and over again, until the pressure building makes me feel as if it’s going to burst.

My nails bite into the wool of his sweater, through the weave of it into his skin. I hear him groan, feel him shudder against me, and I have some wild hope that he might come first, that it might be enough to make this quick, even though I know it’s going to leave me aching and unfulfilled.

I should have known better. He thrusts into me as deeply as he can go, grinding his hips into me so that every movement pushes him against my clit, his cock filling me, and I can’t stop the pleasure that rushes up, lighting every nerve in my body on fire as I come apart at the seams.

I moan aloud. I can’t help it. The sound tears out of me, a cry of pleasure as I come on his cock, squeezing around him as he lets out a groan of pleasure and thrusts once more, and I feel the heat of his cum filling me as he pins me against the wood of the floor and we come together.

Fuck.A shudder rushes over me at the realization. It feels horribly intimate, and I suddenly want nothing more than to be out from under him, away from him, to scrape the feeling of his touch off of my body.Too close. Today has all been too close. The jokes, the snowball fight,this—Nikolai is someone I don’t recognize out here, and he seems dangerously close to being someone I might like.

I can’t like someone who won’t let me make my own choices.

The thought that I might be losing sight of the situation I’m in, falling into—something with him despite myself, sends me into a panic. I push at his chest, wanting him off of me, and to my surprise, he gets up, pulling up his jeans with one hand as I scramble back into mine.

“Is that it?” I snap, suddenly wanting very much to be angry with him. It feels like a different kind of release. “You just brought me out here for a new place to fuck me?”

Nikolai laughs, and that pisses me off even more. “No,krolik,” he tells me. “I brought you out here for exactly what I said I did. If you want to think otherwise, that’s up to you.” He shakes his head, and I can see that mirth dancing across his face again. “Come up with all the crazy scenarios you like, little rabbit. This is just an ordinary trip out into the woods.”

“I don’t see any hunting happening.”

“Well, I had to make sure you were satisfied, first. Couldn’t have you panting in my ear while I was trying to line up a shot, being in such close quarters.” Hewinksat me, and I know he knows exactly how much he’s infuriating me with every word.

“You fucking—”

“Keep going,krolik,” he says, his tone light. “I like it when you’re feisty. Get me hard again, and we might end up back on the floor.”

I glare at him, but say nothing else. After a moment, he shrugs and picks up the rifle, finding a spot at the small square window on the side of the tree stand.

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