Because I know I can’t kiss her, but I can’t let her go either. I trace a finger across her forehead, pushing a rogue curl from her eyes. My finger drops, tracing her lips and then her throat, landing between the deep valley of her tits, and I’m reminded of how heavy and rosy they are—how the bars between them glitter even in the darkness.
I clench my teeth, fighting to keep my composure even as desire begins to fog my mind. “Looks like a rabbit. Acts like a rabbit.” My body quivers, and I breathe deeply, her expensive perfume and musky scent like a fucking drug as I whisper, “Smells like a rabbit.”
“What’s—what’s that even mean?”
I drop the finger caught in the v of her shirt before looking her in the eyes. “Like fear.”
Her face instantly begins to blotch red, her anger blatant. I’ve poked the villain beneath the timid exterior, and even though she has the fire to destroy me, I only want to go deeper.How deep does her rage go? How deep can I go before drowning?
“Why are you here, little rabbit?” I ask.
“Because I can be,” she snaps back.
I’d be lying if I said my dick didn’t grow instantly hard at her bratty attitude.I’ve always been a glutton for punishment.“You tough, little rabbit? Did you come looking for someone to love and protect and whisper sweet nothings to you?”
“Fuck no.”
“No?” I challenge.
“I prefer to be degraded than coddled.”
For a second, my mind empties, shock and something else I refuse to look too closely at coursing through my veins.
Valentina Reyes might be my enemy, but she’s the perfect enemy—easy to hate, impossible to ignore,and desperate to be destroyed.
My hand drops from her wrist, and I see a flash of devastation flicker in her eyes. It calls to me, beckoning me into the dark depths without a life raft but the promise of the sweetest treasure.
I go willingly, without a second thought.
Wrapping a hand around her throat, I smile despite myself at the sight of her life in my hands. I could so easily destroy her, but I know in my soul there’s something so much better waiting for me if I’m just brave enough to search for it.
“Get on your knees, Little Rabbit. Show me what a good whore you can be.” With my free hand, I press on her shoulder, signaling for her to move. Where I expect a fight, I’m met with only compliance—the stubborn woman doing what she’s told without force.
There’s a moment of pause between us, the silence that comes when the waves retreat to the depths to gather force. And then, her fingers bite into my thighs, forcing me to widen my stance, her eyes boring into mine. A pang of bone deep want spears through me at the sight of her like this, and as she pulls my pants down, staring at the length of my aching cock, every other thought eddies from my mind.
Mine.
I’ll destroy her, now and always, because she’s mine. Mine to mold and bend and fucking break if I damn well please. Mine.
It may only be for this moment, but I’ve never been stronger in my convictions. The thought of her being with anyone else, before or after me, rips away my remaining restraint. “You just going to stare at it, slut?”
She runs her tongue over her bottom lip. “Is that the best you’ve got?”
My cocks bobs as a shiver spears down my spine. I want to make her pay for her words—for everything—and I want to start by making her choke on my cock. My body begins to quiver as I hold my need at bay, waiting for her to make the first move. But when she leans forward, blowing a teasing breath over the tip instead, I detonate. “You’re a desperate fucking whore, you know that? A tease. You want me to beg you to suck my cock when you’re needy to do it. Just look at you—” I flick her nipple, the bar pierced through it hard and unmoving, and her eyes flutter. “Your nipples are hard points beneath that flimsy excuse for a shirt, and your pussy’s no doubt drenched for me.” She blindly rubs her thighs together, and I smile, realizing how close to the truth I am. “You want me to force you, don’t you? You want me to fuck your mouth even when you beg me to quit.”
Before I can say anything else, she nods once. “Yes, a desperate whore.”
Every pretense of kindness, every respectful and reserved notion in my body, flees, leaving behind only the sad, broken, abused boy who’s alone in this world because of this villain. “Open.” She does it immediately, fueling my rage, and I push inside her mouth. It’s impossibly hot and wet, and my balls jerk against my leg. “You want me to choke you like a desperate slut?”
She nods, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, and I press farther, feeling her throat work to relax around me. It’s a kindness—her working hard to be the good girl and take all of me—but all I can picture are the dicks she’s sucked before andhow they weren’t mine.
She finally gags, taking far more of me than I even knew was possible, her lips swollen and red around my dick, her eyes leaking tears. She turns a needy expression toward me, her eyes conveying how desperately she wants me, wants this, and I only become more feral.
“God, you feel so good. Good and fucking used, aren’t you? You like being used.” I hum, and she moans in response.
I begin pounding into her mouth, her gagging filling the barn with the sounds of stolen victory. My balls tighten farther, and I feel my release barreling toward me, even though I’m not ready—I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready. “Fucking choke on it, whore.”
She reaches down, stroking her clit, and I twitch at the sight of her lost to the degradation and pleasure.
