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)
Piece of shit.
I launch myself at Deakins, tackling him to the hard forest floor. We land in a heap, me on top of him, my hand pressed against his throat where a small trickle of blood shows through his fingers. Pussy.
“What the fuck, man?”
Tightening his shirt in my fist, I haul him up off the ground and slam him into the nearest tree. Holding him in place, I pull my arm back, clench my fist tight, and punch him in his stupid face. He grapples with me when I go to hit him again, but then I rip the mask off my face, throwing it away so he can get a better look at my face, so who he can see who he fucked with.
Deakins freezes and drops his hands down to his sides. “Arturo, fuck. I didn't realize it was you. I’m sorry, man. If she's yours, she's yours.”
“She’s mine. More than mine. And you fucked with the wrong person.”
I rear back and land one more hit on him, if only to burn off some of the rage threatening to burst out of me like a damn atomic bomb. Okay, once isn’t enough. I make a move to strike him again but am stopped when a small hand lands against my arm.
I pause only briefly and glance down at Ely, who shakes her head at me. Her expression is soft but earnest. “It's okay. He's going to leave; he didn't know I'm yours.”
Deakins chimes in, nodding so hard I feel it up into my arm. “I didn't. I didn't know. I’m sorry. I'll leave you alone.”
I keep my gaze fixed on Ely as I release him and then give him a hard shove, just for safe measure. In his haste to escape, he scrambles into a tree, then spins and races out of the clearing. I force a couple of breaths into my lungs in an effort to calm myself. I can’t lose control. Not with her.
Now that we’re alone again, I spin to face her fully, my eyes roaming over her delicate features. No tears, no fear, nothing but soft, gentle eyes trying to reassure me.
“Better run, Little Prey.”
Before she can take off, I snatch her by the neck and drag her backward, my front colliding with her back. Her mouth falls open as she stares up at my face, but I don't give her any time to speak. I kiss her hard, brutally mashing our lips together so they are caught between our teeth. I want it to hurt. Want her to feel and remember my kiss. I plunge my tongue between her lips, tasting her.
This small act makes me unravel from the inside out. My breaths slowly begin to even out and some of the anger recedes. I need to finish the hunt without hurting her...at least, not any more than she would enjoy. I caress her tongue and then catch her bottom lip in my teeth as I pull away. When it pops back I peer into her eyes, noticing how soft, and languid she is.
Not yet, Prey.
“Run...” I growl and release her.
She jolts, her eyes open wide. Turning she flees, but this time a little slower. That’s fine by me. She’s wearing herself out, which means she won’t have any fight in her when it comes time for me to sink deep inside her warm heat.
I allow her to get ahead but only a little so that when I start running I dont catch her too quickly. Before I leave, I snatch my knife off the ground and slide it into my sheath. I keep a close eye on her, but she's growing tired, not racing around obstacles, and jumping branches like she did before. Time to catch my Little Prey before she hurts herself.
I scan the woods while I run so if anyone else thinks to sneak up on her they won't get the chance. She’s mine. All mine.
It doesn't take me long to rush right up on her ass. She squeals as she feels me and tries to race away, but I grab her around the hips and take us both to the ground, her beneath me, our legs entwining and flailing together.
“Get off me,” she shouts, but there’s no real heat to her words. Especially not when she’s rocking her ass against me.
“Get off you?” I grin. “Are you sure that’s what you want when you’re pushing your ass back against me? Looks more like you want me to fuck you, Little Prey.” I swat at her hips as I tug them up in front of me, then roll her hard onto her back. She winces and shuffles her hips to the side to line our bodies up. “Is that what you want? Me to fuck you?” I want to hear her say the words.