Heavy. Lumbering. Overly bulky.
And I’d done it again. Just as I reached the massive fountain in the middle of the lawn at a dead run, I found myself lifted right off my feet, those arms wrapped around my waist once more. We were fully airborne. Time slowed to a crawl.
Landing was going to hurt.
But Mitchell twisted around at the last moment. We hit the ground backward, me on top of him.
A loudoomphsounded as he thudded against the grass, taking the full brunt of the fall.
“Mitchell, are you okay?” I tried to turn around and look. But winded or not, he held strong, not letting me move. Before I knew what was happening, he’d rolled us around once more, somehow maneuvering me so we faced each other. This time, when we stopped, he was on top. I was stuck under him, looking up, breathing in deep, scraping pants.
I was caught.
Mitchell planted his arms on either side of me, easily holding me down with the bulk of his huge upper body. I kicked and squirmed, but there was no moving. It wasn’t even a glimmer of a possibility. My heart was a live object, slamming around inside of me. I was well and truly stuck.
“Got you, little bunny,” Mitchell growled, his breathing still tight.
In the bright light, I could see everything. Mitchell’s set jaw, the sweat at his temple. His expression was almost pained.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Never better, Firecracker.” He leaned down, kissing me almost brutally, my lips crushed against his, his tongue not coaxing but demanding as it flicked up between my lips.
I gushed—like, literally gushed between my legs.
Mitchell broke the kiss. “You’re making a mistake being worried about me, though.”
“Why’s that?” I squeaked out. My pussy throbbed. I wrapped my legs around him, gliding them down his calvesand lifting my center up against him like a wanton sex fiend. I didn’t even have the wherewithal to be embarrassed.
But Mitchell wouldn’t be softened. He rolled us around so we were in the shadow of the fountain. Then he grasped my hips, flipping me over in one smooth movement.
He was so strong. So completely in control. Heat scored the inside of every nerve ending.
“This is your last chance to tell me you want it some other way.” Mitchell’s voice was menacing. His hardness pressed against my ass. An edge of fear slipped across me. But it was exactly what I wanted.
I had never been more turned on.
“It sounds like you’re worried,” I gritted out.
Mitchell snarled, his breath in my ear. “So fucking sassy.”
He was suddenly up, tugging my jeans and underwear down, then hiking my hips up so I was bared to the cool night air.
I tried to wriggle free. I wasn’t going to make this easy for him.
But my movements only emphasized how exposed I was.
“So wet for me, little bunny,” Mitchell said. His voice was strained. “You liked being chased, didn’t you? Knowing what would happen when you got caught?”
I tried to speak, bucking under his grasp, but the hand on my back slid up my bare skin. He was doing what Wyn had loved in the book. I’dlovedwhat Wyn loved in the book, never imagining it could play out in real life.
“I think you wanted to get caught,” he said. “Knowing you’d get punished.”
“What are you going to do?” I whimpered.
“I’m going to give you what a little slut like you deserves.”
I moaned so desperately and loudly that I should have been embarrassed. But I was too consumed with need. I ached for him.
