Page 89 of Red Rabbit
“That’s my girl,” he murmured darkly and his eyes got a feral look in them that made me short of breath and I tripped over my words.
“I wish I had Cal’s information but—” Kraven was looking at me like he wanted to tear off what little clothing I was wearing and take me right there on the counter. “What?”
He shook his head like he was shaking himself out of whatever thoughts he was just having and for the first time since I’d known him I saw him looking at me with a mixture of wariness and awe.
“I’ve just—never met a woman like you,” he said lightly.
But his eyes as they swept me from head to toe were anything but light and I saw his face change to one of smugmale satisfaction at having been able to conquer me. I didn’t feel as powerful as he seemed to think I was but I might if he kept looking at me like that. He looked like he was having a brand new appreciation for just how much of a victory it was for him to make me break apart. Like I was the ultimate big game and he just made his all time biggest kill. I was a bigger trophy than he realized sitting in front of him all along and he wanted to polish me to within an inch of my life.
I swallowed hard because the look he was giving me was absolutely smoldering and it was making me way too hot and bothered. I shouldn’t like how little regard he had for my consent and I definitely shouldn’t like feeling like a trophy—but when he was looking at me like that, it was really hard to breathe, let alone think logically. He took a step towards me, and I automatically took a step back.
“So—I think—If I—” I trailed off as I watched him take another step.
“Shh—I don’t want you thinking right now,” he growled as he took another step. I took another one back and he smirked dangerously at me. “Are you trying to run, darlin’?”
“Maybe,” I breathed, taking another step to counter him. Only this time he kept advancing slowly like he was stalking me. We moved around the kitchen and I tried to keep the island between us.
“What happens when I catch you?”
I swallowed and he made a lunge for me but I jumped away and ran around my kitchen table, putting it between us as a thrill rushed through me and goosebumps broke out over my skin.
“You’ll punish me,” I said breathlessly.
But even as I said it, I wanted it. I wanted him to spank me again or bite me or anything. I would let him break me because he always put me back together so perfectly afterwards. He musthave seen it in my eyes because he smiled at me again, making a turn around the table.
“There’s that fire I remember,” he murmured.
Then faster than I could follow he launched himself over the table and sliding over the top he landed on my side. A yelp of surprise escaped and I tried to run but his hand closed around my arm and before I knew it, I was yanked back and crashed into his chest with a gasp. My hands slammed into him and his hand slipped up my neck into my hair, gripping me hard.
He met my gaze briefly and my entire body came alive at the look of desire on his face. He held my head back so I couldn’t move, giving him access to my neck. He brought his lips down beneath my ear and his teeth grazed my skin before biting down. I gasped and shivered, my fingers digging into his chest.
“Are you scared?” He whispered against my neck. He bit me lightly again.
“Should I be?” I gasped out, closing my eyes.
“Oh yes,” he said. His other hand ran down my back and spanked my ass making me jolt into him. “I’ll have you crying out to god—” He pulled back slightly to look at me as his hand slid down my ass and reached between my legs from behind. “—but he won’t save you, baby girl.” His fingers stopped just outside my pussy. “I’m your god now—” His fingers slowly slid inside me and I moaned softly. “—and when I break you—” He pulled his fingers away and leaned in, grazing my ear with his teeth. “—you won’t even remember your name.”
He jerked me around and forced me over the table, the edge digging into my hips as his hand pressed the side of my face against the cool wood. He pushed his knee between my legs so they opened for him and pulled up my t-shirt. He ran his hand over my ass and then the slap echoed in the kitchen and the sting made my thighs clench. He didn’t pause but spanked me againon the same side and then again until I wasn’t sure if the sounds I was making were in protest or pleasure.
He switched to the other side and soon I was whining and struggling against his hand holding me down, my ass stinging from his calculated assault. When he finally stopped, I was panting and my legs were trembling. He ran his hand over my ass and I tensed. I heard him chuckle at my anticipation. His fingers continued down until he was touching me between my legs and I heard a rumble of approval. He leaned down over me, pressing his fingers inside me as his hips pressed against mine and his hard cock pushed against me through his boxers. He leaned over my body.
“Don’t move or I’ll punish you again,” he whispered.
Then his hand was gone from my head and I heard him kneel down behind me. His hands pushed my legs apart more and pulled my hips back. My breath was coming quickly and my body was tense with delicious anticipation as I waited for his mouth to touch me. But he didn’t, I turned my head slightly trying to look at him but his fingers tightened on my legs.
“What did I say?” He slapped me again on the ass but it wasn’t as hard as before. I went still, realizing he was feasting on me a different way.
“You are so wet for me it’s dripping out of your pussy,” he said, his voice tight and slightly breathless.
His finger slid down my slit and then I heard him suck his finger and moan. He ran his hands up my legs, his thumbs grazing my pussy as they passed and I made a strangled sound as it sent shivers up my spine. Finally, I felt his breath between my legs and then his tongue was on me, licking me slowly, his tongue slipping inside me and his fingers finding my clit.
If I thought I was turned on before, I was wrong. I couldn’t hold still and I wouldn’t be surprised if later I saw my fingers had drawn grooves in the wood. I lost all sense of what sounds I wasmaking as he coaxed my pleasure towards him. Then he abruptly stopped as I felt myself nearing the edge and I gasped, moving my hips in protest.
“You don’t get to come yet,” he said roughly.
He stood up and without warning he pushed himself inside me. I cried out in pleasure, gasping against the wood. He fucked me hard, shoving inside me again and again as he chased his own pleasure now as punishment. I would run from him every time if it meant this was what I had to endure because what he was doing was anything but painful.
I could feel my orgasm building and soon I lost sense of reality. All that existed was intense bliss, a state of rapture where our bodies were brimming with energy so intense it had nowhere to go but through each other and back again. I heard him panting as he joined me in that place of nirvana and when his fingers found my clit I cried out as the sensations became nearly too much. He was going to break me apart into a million little pieces.
