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He growls like a feral animal and then snaps his head forward before biting my left cheek hard. Thank god, I wear my hair down on this side or everybody would see the marks he leaves. He tilts his face back, and after studying me for a few seconds, he attacks again, sinking his teeth into my pinky finger and leaving the usual sign at the base.
“Shit! Why do you do that every time?” I yank my hand back.
He crosses his arms over his chest. His childish responses drive me crazy.
I pull back, leaving the comfort of his tight heat slowly, hating to see the wince on his face. I move into a sitting position while fixing my clothes.
“You are unbelievable,” I exclaim, as I feel the car stopping. We’ve arrived at his place.
“Yeah, that’s what your bumpy dick thinks too,” he taunts me.
I throw his pants at him as post-nut clarity overwhelms me. I did it again. With Aki.
“Whatever you’re thinking about, drop it! Unless you want me to bite your cock off next,” he threatens me with a stern gaze. “Look at me. There’s only me.”
That’s exactly what scares me the most.
Happiness is so hard to find in life, especially for someone with my background. It rarely lasts long. A blink of an eye, and it’s gone. Gone forever. And bitterness replaces it. It fills the empty space and keeps spreading until there’s no more room for anything else.
Chapter Six
AKIRA
Iget out of the car. My shirt is ruined but I don’t button up my green coat to cover River’s passionate act. I like it. My ass aches, but I feel so languid…and irked at my hole. So much prep with my fingers and those dildos and still, it couldn’t take River’s dick. That’s not acceptable! I did use only much smaller sex toys, I didn’t know he had an elephant cock…with beads—and damn what a wonderful surprise that was. I didn’t mind the stinging stretch since those little pearls certainly enhanced my ecstasy, but I wanted to feel it all the way inside me. And I fucking will.
The thong is turning wet—wetter than it already was—his cum is leaking out. He flooded me with it. He fucking loved it. I could see it on his face how lost in it he got. I enjoyed it even more with his wild growling in my ear. It’s such a turn-on to see him so taken by my body.
Phase two of Operation Snare the Bunny went quite well. Talking a little longer with that fucker worked since River got jealous—didn’t expect the shitbag to grope me, but he paid for that, and I got what I wanted: half River’s dick.
Now for phase three…
“I’ll wait until you get in the elevator,” River says, halting my steps in the empty lobby of my building. He tries to hand me my sword.
I look at him with questions in my eyes, to which he replies, “I’m not coming.”
“I thought I made you come already. The proof is still leaking out of me,” I taunt him, but a hint of annoyance is starting to rise inside me. Is he putting distance between us just like he did after the fitting room hookup?
Instead of shaking his head with exasperation, he looks down at his phone. His clear blue eyes have turned dark. I know that look. He’s preparing himself for a fight. Like a glaring animal ready to attack. My heart races, and my spent dick gives a twitch. I like that fire in his eyes.
“I need to go,” he states.
“Go? You aren’t going anywhere,” I declare with a small, derisive laugh.
His reply is not what I expect again. He grabs the front of my already ruined shirt and hisses, “The only way to stop me is to slice me open.”
He pushes the sword into my hand, and I guess a little but deep cut will force him to come up to take care of it. But is that worry in his eyes? And fear…about what? Not what we’ve been doing.
What the fuck is going on?
“What is it?” I ask, now feeling concern as well. Is there a threat? Is it the Triad?
He doesn’t give me a response. He grits his teeth until his jaw ticks and looks at the elevator. Is he trying to mentally make me walk to it? Seeing no other option, I yank his head down, push away those damn locks from his face, and bite his lower lip hard until I feel blood on my tongue. He doesn’t try to pull back; I feel him relax under the familiar assault. Good bunny. I suck on the bite and then give him a rough, short kiss, which he accepts without protest.
“My crazy, overwhelming horniness for you is my slicing weapon.” I brush my thumb over his red lip. “It’s too heavy to push away. And if I have to, I’ll gather up all my hotness and shower you with it until you choke on it and tell me what’s going on.”
He lets out a trembling exhale. “Always mouthing off.” Then he mutters, “You would be careful if you knew what thoughts have been crossing my mind.”
“Tell me,” I whisper against his mouth, tilting my head back to look clearly into his beautiful eyes.
