Her slender shoulders lift as she shrugs. “Don’t know. I just do.”
I take a step toward her, methodical, precise, and torturously slow so I don’t spook her with the words I’m about to utter. “But Iwillhurt you.”
Her eyes widen, and she runs.
Howling in the wild, I’m quick on her heels, tackling her to the ground as she reaches the next tree. Her nails dig into the earth to level her. I’m not sure if she wants to be caught or not. She has a safe word, and I’ll respect it if it's used, but until then, my beast wants to push her beauty until she breaks. I long to have her beneath me, at my mercy, my pretty little toy.
With one hand, I tear into her dress, shredding it in the middle and exposing her soft white bra and cotton panties to my ravenous gaze. “You came to play, sweetheart. Let the games begin.”
My fingers brush against the outside of her panties, and she moans. A sweet sound I long to hear again. But what I want most is to hear it mixed with screams.
I bring my nose to her flesh and inhale the scent of her skin, trailing my tongue along her torso. “Wonder if that pretty cunt of yours will taste as sweet.”
She shivers beneath me, but her fight from moments ago has evaporated. I straddle her, my aching cock pressing down on her center. I wrap my hand tightly around her pretty neck, and her eyes widen as I press down. She thrashes against me, her nails digging into my hand, pushing under my skin, and drawing blood in their wake.
“Little Mouse, I like it when you fight.”
Her soft gasps for breath drown out the howls in the night and fuel me further. “So pretty. Notice how your fragile gasps for breath make me hard. Your suffering is my pleasure, Mouse.” I pull her panties to the side and touch her glistening pussy. “Looks like it makes your cunt wet too.”
Her hooded eyes and parted lips send tremors down my spine. The pretty mouse likes this. One finger glides into her soaked pussy and her legs spread open for me, a sweet invitation I won’t ignore.
My lips form a smile, and I abandon her pussy, rising and moving her with me. Her eyes round as my hold on her throat tightens, and I drag her up off the ground. I tear the remains of her dress from her body, and she winces as I slam her against the tree. I’m sure the force of my touch mixed with the rough bark of the tree pressed behind her back is painful. There’s nothing gentle about my touch, nothing kind or loving, not because I’m a monster but because I don’t care to be soft with her. I want to see bruises on her flesh, blood dripping off her skin, the dirt caked on her body.
Her legs move and she kicks me, forcing me to move back. Her nails dig into my biceps, causing blood to trickle down my arm. I release her throat, and she runs again.
“Little Mouse, the more you run, the more I’ll make you hurt.”
I ignore the rocks and uneven gravel under my bare feet as I chase after her. She’s a foot shorter than me, but she’s fast. She dashes through the trees, maneuvering the terrain like a damn special ops officer. She looks at me over her shoulder, loses her footing, and falls. As she uses her open palms to lever herself up, I pounce on her like a lion moving on his prey, trapping her body beneath mine. Her ragged breaths permeate my mind and urge the beast within me.
“You can’t outrun me, Little Mouse.”
A sharp wail pierces the night as her hands dig into my face. “Get off me.”
Usually, those words would be enough to make me move as if she’d set me on fire, but this is a hunt, and she hasn’t said red. This is part of the game. The depravity that people like us crave. What we need.
Her thumbs press firmly against my eyes. Using my body to trap her under me, I peel her fingers off my face and pin her arms against her body. Growling, I bring my mouth to the top of her tits and bite. The metallic taste of blood floods my mouth, but I refuse to pull away. Her screams echo in the night, and my hard cock throbs with the need to be buried in her pussy.
Abandoning one arm, I push my fingers deep into her cunt, one finger then another, as I trail my nose along her neck and inhale her scent. She withers underneath me, fighting to get free.
One tattoo-covered hand grips her throat again, creating a perfect necklace. “If you want to play games, little girl, you won’t like the punishment. I like bad little sluts. More fun to punish.” I remove my fingers from her cunt and use the blood trickling on her tit to trail the red crimson onto her face with my fingertips. “You’d look so beautiful drenched in blood.”
Her lips part as she inhales a breath. My hands move down her body, trailing the blood. Returning to her warm pussy, I glide one finger inside before adding a second. Her arms rise and she grabs the back of my head. She pulls at the strands of hair as she raises her torso, her dark eyes meeting mine in a challenge. My heart twists at the defiance in her gaze. The girl is a fighter. The girl is on fire. And at this moment, the girl is mine.
She doesn’t say anything, just moves her lips closer, bringing them to my throat. Her sharp teeth scrape along my skin, and she bites. The pang of her teeth is sharp, desperate, and needy. She isn’t gentle and tears through my flesh like an animal desperate for safety.
A growl escapes me. She isn’t fazed by my strong fingers controlling her only source of air. The fact that I could crush her with little to no effort isn’t running in the forefront of her mind.
Something foreign registers in my chest, a sharp tug I haven't felt for a very long time. An emotion I steer clear of because it’s the cause of destruction, yet I cannot name it. Possession maybe? Ownership perhaps?
I push the notion out of my mind, bring my mouth to the hollow of her neck, and savagely tear into her flesh. Wild, animalistic tendencies overtake me. I’m no longer a man, but a beast unleashed. A monster who’ll do whatever he wants without regard or care.
ChapterSix
Bree
Fuck. It hurts.
This bite isn’t like the one he left on my breast. That was laced with pleasure, but this one is frothing with pain. He’s trying to subdue me, to show me he’s in charge. That the power lies with him, and I’m at his mercy.