I wake up a little when he mentions round two. “What?”
He rubs a thumb over my lower lip, his eyes hooded as he catalogs my responsiveness. His tattoos wind down his arms and hands, and he has a huge silver skull ring on his middle finger. “Did you think I was done with you?”
“It’s over. You’ve won.”
Is it my imagination, or did his dick just jump? “I did win. And now you’re mine.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to run away or put weight on my leg. He wraps me in a big plush towel and gathers my hair into a smaller, microfiber one, bundling me up and carrying me out to the bed.
He lays me out naked, and the cooler air wakes me up further. He buckles thick, padded leather cuffs around my wrists, and that wakes me up even more. I make a sound of protest even as my pussy heats. I’ve never played with being tied down, but I’ve fantasized about it many, many times.
The fact that it’s with a stranger is even more exciting.
“Shhh, bunny.” He chains my arms above my head, somehow attaching them to the bed. “You don’t need to fight anymore.” He runs a hand down my bare chest, settling his palm on my plush belly. I can’t deny he knows just how to touch me, awakening desires I didn’t know I had. “Give in and let me lead.”
He leans away, opening a drawer in a bedside table and pulling out a pink vibrator and a black bottle of lube. There’s still an ache in my pussy from the way his cock battered me earlier, but my inner muscles flutter with anticipation. I yelp when he sets the vibrator against my sex and turns it on. “You’re going to cum again for me. I want this sweet cunt nice and wet.” Hekneels between my legs so I can’t close them. He’s so massive. I don’t know why I ever thought I could fight him and win.
A haziness drifts over me. I’m warm and comfortable and at his mercy. The vibrator buzzes nonstop. My core tightens as my orgasm approaches while the rest of my muscles go lax with surrender.
The whole time, he studies me with his smoky blue eyes. He seems to know when I’m close to climaxing and clamps his hand around my neck. “Cum for me.”
My orgasm burns through me with a bright, white heat. He keeps his fingers collaring me and leans down to kiss me again. This time, I raise my chin and drink him in, shuddering with the aftershocks of pleasure he’s given me.
“Good bunny,” he murmurs, and, in this moment, I don’t hate his nickname for me.
He tosses the vibrator aside and lies down with his face between my legs. He rubs his stubbled cheek on my sensitive inner thighs. I shriek and tug on my chains, and he laughs. He switches to kissing the silvery stretch marks that streak my skin. His mouth inches closer to my pussy, and I whimper. I try to draw up my legs, and he clamps his huge hands on my thighs, holding them down. The move only makes me gush.
“Yes, bunny,” he groans, his hips grinding into the bed. “Give me your sweetness.” He dips his head and licks up my seam, making me arch off the bed. Only his cruel grip holding me open keeps me from levitating right off the bed.
He thrusts his tongue into my pussy, and I scream. His stubble scrapes my sensitive folds, adding a dimension to the pleasure. He finds my clit and laps at it until I’m writhing. He tears orgasm after orgasm out of me, then lifts my hips to spear me with his cock.
He sinks deep into me, fucking me like he wants to destroy my pussy. I fight the chains, and there’s enough give for me tograb his shoulders and dig my nails into his inked skin. Marking him like he’s marked me. The pain makes him roar and slam into me so hard we rock the bed.
I cum so hard I black out. From far away, I feel him pulsing in me, then freeing my wrists and dragging me into his arms. I sink into unconsciousness with his cock still inside me and him kissing my face and breasts and clinging to me like he’ll never let go.
3
Elodie
Before I even open myeyes, I know it’s late morning. Every inch of my body hurts to move as I peer into the gloom of the big bedroom. There’s a heavy weight on my chest. A tattooed arm bulging with muscles.
The hunter lies on his stomach, his face planted in a pillow above my head. His hair has dried to a dark gold color, the coils draping down his back and obscuring a brutal-looking brand burned into the skin. It’s a skull—the mark of Fraternitas. The design matches the big silver ring he’s wearing on his left hand.
More proof that I’m in bed with a murderous monster.
I should count myself lucky I survived the night. But I’m not free of him yet.
I push his arm off and carefully slide out from under the covers. He twitches, and I freeze, but he doesn’t wake. I’m able to scoot to the edge of the bed.
The second my right foot hits the floor, I whimper and curl into a half-ball. My ankle is an angry red, swollen, and hot to the touch.
Dammit! How am I going to work my job with a hurt ankle? I can’t afford the time off. A thousand dollars will barely cover the rent.
I might get ten thousand dollars, but I don’t know if I made it to midnight. The jerk sleeping next to me might have lied just to toy with me.
First things first, though. My bladder is screaming at me.
I ease onto my left foot and hang onto the bed. It looks like it’ll take ten steps to get to the bathroom. I try to limp, and pain knifes through me. I bite back a cry.
