Page 27 of His to Hunt

"No—"

"You ran from everyone but me."

He slams deeper, and I scream.

"Say it."

"I—"

"Say. You. Fucking. Wanted. This."

His hand wraps around my throat—not tight, just enough to hold me there, to make me stay still while he ruins me.

And I can't take it anymore. Not the heat. Not the rhythm. Not the way he fucks me like I've always been his.

"Say it," he breathes, his voice a cracked command.

"I wanted it," I choke out. "I fucking wanted it."

His hips slam into mine, and I shatter. My back arches, my body tensing as heat spreads through me as the pleasure becomes too much to bear.

His hand grabs my jaw, forcing my face up, his just inches from mine.

"Eyes on me."

I try to look away—reflex, shame, whatever's left of my pride—but he growls, low and dangerous.

"I said, look at me. I want to see your fucking face while you take my cock."

I open my eyes, and I'm completely gone.

The thrust that follows nearly lifts me off the ground. My fingers curl into the dirt, legs shaking, mouth falling open.

"That's it," he growls. "Just like that. You look so fucking pretty when you break for me."

He pulls almost all the way out—then slams back in.

I cry out.

And he laughs—filthy and wrecked—like I've just proven something he knew allalong.

"You were made for this," he murmurs, fucking me slower now, cruelly deliberate. "This perfect little cunt, this body, this fight in you. All of it—mine."

"You—" I try to speak, but he grips my throat again—firm, grounding, possessive.

"I want to hear you thank me," he says, hips snapping into mine. "Say thank you for fucking me like I deserve."

"No."

He smirks. "Then I'll fuck it out of you."

And he does—again and again, until I cry out so loudly that he groans, deep and raw, his hips stuttering momentarily before finding their rhythm again.

"Fuck," he growls. "Take it. Take it like my desperate little thief."

I shudder involuntarily, and he notices.

"Such a mess," he whispers, dragging his hand between us, rubbing hard circles over my clit while he pounds into me. "Dripping down my cock, begging me with your body even when your mouth lies."

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