Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
“Should I call you Little Rabbit?” He jerks his chin up to the bunny ears I'm still wearing.
I shake my head and tug them off to throw them on the ground.
“Ahhh, there’s my Little Prey.” His seductive tone reaches inside me and strokes me from the inside out. “I've caught you, and what did I say I’d do if I caught you?”
Crowding me with his body, giving me no escape, he reaches between my thighs and cups my sex. A shocked gasp slips out of me, and my core tightens in approval as his fingers press against the silk between my thighs.
“Little Prey… you’re really trying my patience.”
With the knife in his other hand, he uses the tip to trace a path over my collarbones, then down between my breasts and lower to bump over my belly button until the blade replaces his hand, the point of the blade resting toward my opening with the flat of the blade angled up against my clit.
My lungs burn, and while my brain continues to remind me that I’m in danger and that this could end in a terrible way, I lean into that trust.
“You…you said you’d fuck me. Mark me.” My voice sounds different, sensual, labored. I want him. I need him.
“Mmm, good girl,” he praises.
“Are you going to hurt me?” I ask, my voice hesitant.
Do I want to know? Worst of all, will I let him?
“Do you want me to hurt you?” he counters, cocking his head to the side.
I bite my lip and shake my head. “No, but I want you to fuck me.”
A groan emits from his throat, and I won’t lie—it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Oh, Little Prey. I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you and own you in ways you’ve never been used before, but before I do that, I’m going to prepare your little cunt. Get your pussy dripping wet, and stretch you so I don’t tear you with my cock.” He rocks the knife forward and back, giving me a little sensation but nothing like what I need to ease the ache there.
I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to focus on the feeling alone, but he removes the knife, and I blink my eyes open and stare up at him, begging for him to continue.
“Tell me again, do you trust me, Elyse?”
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Elyse
Iswallow thickly and nod my head. “You know I trust you.”
“Trust me not to hurt you?” His voice carries a hint of amusement, and I’m not sure I like where this is going.
“What are you going to do?”
I keep my gaze on him as he watches me so intensely through the features of a snarling fox. I’m left suspended in anticipation.
“Are you sure, Elyse? Do you really trust me?” he questions once more, heightening my fear.
“Yes. Yes. I’m sure.”
He takes a step back and grabs the crotch of my bodysuit, pulling it away from my skin. With his other hand, he brings the knife in a downward motion, slicing into the fabric like butter. It parts down the middle, leaving two flaps against my rib cage and my bottom half bare. His gaze lingers over my skin, and I can hear how hard he swallows, mixed with the heavy pants of breath that fill his lungs. He’s consumed by me, and I can’t say I’m not every bit as consumed by him.
“Get on your knees.” It’s an order, not a request, and I startle at the darkness in his voice. Doubt flickers in my mind, but I push it away. You’re safe. Without thinking of the why or the what, I drop down to my knees, trying not to cringe at the cold, damp leaves that stick to my skin.
Sebastian takes a step forward and presses a hand to my chest, pushing me backward. “Lie down and give yourself to me, Prey. Let’s see if you trust me as much as you say you do.”
I let him guide me to my back and watch curiously as he drops to his knees, the night sky above blanketing us with its stars. I notice the way his hands are clenched tight, braced on his thighs. He looks downright frightening, but somehow I know I’ve never been safer than I am right now.
There’s a slight tremble to my voice, more from the fear of anticipation than actual fear of him. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Whatever I want, Little Prey, and you’re going to let me because you’re mine. All. Fucking. Mine.”
I swallow past the lump forming in my throat and try to wrap my head around the onslaught of emotions that are barreling into me. He grabs me by the ankle and pulls me closer, but instead of putting my leg back on the ground, he rests it on one of his shoulders and maneuvers me, my legs spread wide open to him. The desire to snap my legs closed is overwhelming and not because I don’t want him to touch me, but because it makes me feel vulnerable to show the most sacred, untouched parts of my body. Not that he knows they’re untouched.