Page 76 of Prey Tell
I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to see him at full capacity.
I want to seeeverythinghe has to offer.
Placing a hand on his chest, I shove him backward.Hard.
And then I run.
I’m able to run several feet before I feel his fist in my hair, jerking me back. I fight it this time—whipping my arms around as he wrenches me against his body.
His erection presses against my ass, and one arm comes to my hips, bending me forward.
“I’m going to fuck you, Parker,” he growls.
“Yes, sir,” I moan, feeling him gyrate against me. I arch my back further, moving my hips against him once, twice—
“Fuckingstop.” He fists my hair tighter, and his commanding baritone makes me go completely still.
And then he pushes me down and flips me over so that my back is on the ground. His nostrils are flaring with every inhale, and he lookscrazed.
I feel everything else fall away as Chase quickly removes my shoes and then unbuttons and unzips my jeans. I almost move to help him, but the way he’s looking down at me makes me think that he likes to work for it.
He yanks them down my legs, his eyes catching on my bright red underwear. Growling, he fists my shirt and tugs it roughly until I hear fabric ripping.
My eyes widen as he drinks in my matching bra.
“Did you wear these for me?” he asks, leaning over me as his thumb brushes my taut nipple. “Bright red, like you fuckingwantto be caught? Like you’re atarget?”
I stifle a moan. “Yes, sir.”
He hums, reaching down and peeling my underwear off slowly before he reaches around my back and unhooks my bra. He jerks it off my chest, and suddenly, I am bare before him again. I feel the dirt digging into my back. My pulse is beating against my veins. As he sits back on his heels, I let my legs fall apart, and his jaw hardens as he watches me.
His eyes are coal-colored and hooded—and glowing with a savage inner fire.
My hand moves along my stomach, reaching down,tauntinghim, and as I get to my glistening seam, he snatches my wrist in his hand in one swift motion, grabbing my other hand and holding them over my head. His face is inches from mine, and I see a flash of red before he begins tying my wrists up with my panties.
“Be a good girl and stay still,” he murmurs, his voice deep and rich like velvet.
I nod, assuming he’s going to unbuckle his belt and have his way with me, but instead, he grabs my legs and drapes them over his shoulder.
“What are you—”
“Quiet, prey.”
I tremble at his words, already so fucking wet. Already so fucking ready. He trails his mouth down my stomach, and my hands twitch, wanting to come down to his head and pull him down to me.
Before I can register what he’s doing, he grabs my hips, pulling my core up to his face, and licks down my slit once, his nose brushing down my center as he audibly inhales.
“I can smell how aroused you are,” he mumbles, his lips against my opening. “You smell like roses, do you know that?” he adds, and I moan.
His teeth graze the inside of my thigh, and he bites down. I cry out, lowering my bound-up wrists instinctively. He growls and in one violent jerk, pins my hands above my head again.
Heat blisters through me, and I buck my hips, needing him, needing the friction of his tongue, his lips.
He grips my ass as he pulls me up slightly, and then he dives back in, laving his tongue up and down roughly.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, my voice shaky.
He goes slow at first, the low purrs coming out of his mouth giving me goosebumps. And then he speeds up, adding one finger, and I feel myself clench around him.
