Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
For a moment, we are two animals in the wild, fighting for survival, but I am the stronger of the two, the one with the upper hand.
I lunge at her, gripping her hair and pulling her back. She lets out a scream that echoes through the forest and sends blood straight to my cock. But I don’t stop. I keep moving, dragging her deeper into the darkness.
She fights back, her fists pounding against my chest, but I enjoy the struggle. It only makes the prize sweeter at the end.
I throw her to the ground and mount her, pinning her wrists above her head. She looks up at me with a mixture of fear and defiance. It’s as if she is waiting for my next move, unsure of what will happen next.
I lean in close, my breath hot against her skin. “You’re mine now,” I whisper. She can hear every word.
She doesn’t respond, but the fire in her eyes burns brighter than ever before. She reaches up to trace her fingertip along the ink on my tattoo. A moment of intimacy. A moment of connection.
“Mine,” I repeat, as if she needs to hear it again.
The rules of the game are to keep the mask on, but the bone disguise gets in the way of what I want to do. I want her to see me. To see the man who is going to fuck her tonight like no one has ever done before.
But then something shifts in her expression, and I realize I have underestimated her. She isn’t going to just spread her legs and allow me to do anything I please.
She uses the moment of distraction to twist her body and kick me off, sending me tumbling backward. She springs to her feet, and for a moment we are evenly matched, both panting and sweating from the chase.
“Is that the best you got?” she snaps with defiance in her posture.
The thrill of the hunt courses through my veins once more. This is no longer a game of submission, but a battle of wills.
We circle each other, our gazes locked. It’s as if we are both waiting for the other to make the first move—a move I am glad to initiate.
I lunge at her, hoping to catch her off guard. She expects my move and ducks beneath my grabbing hand, her fist contacting my neck, her knuckles grazing my jugular.
The pain only fuels the fire that burns in me, and I grab her wrist with one hand, and her throat with the other.
She lets out a pained scream, scratching my neck, just below the mask. But I’m undeterred, my grip tightening around her throat.
She tries to fight me, but it’s no use. I am stronger than her, and this is my game.
I tighten my grip on her throat, cutting off her air supply. She opens her mouth to scream, only to let out a surprised gasp. She tries to pull away, but I’m strong, and I won’t let her go that easily.
As she struggles, I pull her closer, my lips brushing against hers. She tries to pull away, to give herself some space, but it’s no use.
I bring the bone mask close to her. “You’re mine,” I repeat, my voice deep and firm.
I am a broken record, but those are my favorite words when it comes to her right now.
I tackle her to the ground. Before she has a chance to react, I have her wrists pinned above her head, my body on top of hers.
“No use fighting.” I brush my lips against her ear, my voice low and husky.
“I don’t belong to anyone,” she counters, a challenge.
I grin. “Oh, but you do.”
Our bodies shift, her small frame moving beneath mine, twisting and turning to free herself from my grip. Her hips move restlessly beneath mine, sending a rush of blood to my cock.
I flip her over onto her belly, pushing her face into the dirt like the primal beast I have morphed into tonight. I pull out my cock, rip off her white panties and bury my dick deep inside her cunt, digging my fingers into her hips.
“Oh god,” she moans, her voice muffled by the ground.
She bucks her hips, her body fighting against mine, as if she wants us to change positions. But I won’t let her free. I am going to fuck her like the animal I have become.
I grin into the darkness as I hold her there, pinned to the ground, my cock pounding into her like a jackhammer.
The Hunt. The night where we both can release the primal urges locked inside.
“Say it,” I command, gripping her hair and pulling back her head. “Say you’re mine.”
She doesn’t respond, but I don’t care. I won’t give her a choice. I’m going to fuck her until she submits to me.