Chapter 10
RYKER
“You want to fight me? Fine.” My voice stayed quiet. “But you don’t get to pretend you’re not begging. I bet your cunt is soaking wet, and ready to ride my cock.”
She whimpered as I grabbed her by the ankles and turned her like she weighed nothing, pinning the side of her face to the cold dirt. My weight settled across her lower back, locking her down.
Her hair splayed out in dark tangles against the ground as I reached for the condom unhurried, because she wasn’t going anywhere, and I wanted her to feel how deliberate this was.
Seconds later, I freed my cock from the confines of my jeans, the cool evening air a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us as I rolled the protection on with practiced fingers.
“Look at you.” My lips brushed the shell of her ear. “All that fight … and you still ended up exactly where I wanted you.” A dark chuckle rumbled through my chest, vibrating against her spine. “Don’t move,” I warned, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. “That’s not a suggestion.”
I lifted her hips off the muddy ground and jerked her rain-dampened pants down in one violent motion, exposing her ass to the twilight air.
I wedged my muscled thigh between hers, forcing her trembling legs apart with deliberate pressure.
Her glistening pink pussy was slick with arousal, the folds swollen and inviting.
I bent over her, my heated breath raising goosebumps as I lifted her shirt and ran my tongue down her spine, tasting salt and surrender.
She hissed through clenched teeth, her entire body quivering beneath me as I sank my teeth into the tender flesh of her inner thigh, leaving indentations. The tip of my nose traced upward along her slit, inhaling her scent that made my cock throb painfully. I licked her slowly, savoring her.
“Jesus, you taste so damn good,” I growled, my voice barely recognizable.
Without waiting for her response, I dug my fingertips into the soft flesh of her hips hard enough to leave tomorrow’s bruises and sucked her swollen clit between my teeth.
I teased her mercilessly with the flat of my tongue, then the tip, then the ridge, working her until her initial breathless refusals dissolved into desperate pleas.
I traced the seam of her cunt with the ridge of my tongue, each deliberate stroke excruciatingly slow, making her thighs quiver. She smelled like river stone and fear turned inside-out; wild, primal, intoxicating. My new addiction.
I dragged myself up her body, my mouth glistening with her juices, and fisted a handful of her tangled hair in my grip. I pulled with calculated force until her throat was fully exposed to the darkening sky.
I pressed my mouth to her ear, teeth grazing her skin. “Say it.”
She shuddered.
“Say it,” I ordered. “Tell me what you are.”
Her breath hitched like it hurt to give it up. “I’m a dirty little slut,” she whispered.
I tightened my grip in her hair. “For who?”
A beat.
“For you.”
Two words. That was all it took. Something coiled tight and satisfied low in my gut.
She’d handed me exactly what I’d been hunting for.
“That’s right, little fox. You’re a fast learner.
You serve me, and no one else. After I fuck your tight cunt, you won’t stay to play anymore games. Do you understand me?”
She hesitated, and I forced her head back even more.
“Do you want my cock?”
She moaned her reply.
“Good girl. That’s the right answer.”
I shoved into her with one brutal thrust, no mercy, her slick pussy walls swallowing every thick inch of me like her body had been carved specifically for my cock.
Liquid fire slammed up my spine; the obscene squelch of wet mud under my bruised knees matched the primal rhythm as I hammered into her.
She pushed back against me, hips snapping with desperate abandon, greedy for more, her broken fingernails leaving deep furrows through the dark, damp earth.
Every punishing stroke bottomed out deep inside her sweet cunt as I fucked her.
“Such a good little whore, taking what I give you.”
Her inner muscles clenched and fluttered around my throbbing shaft.
“I bet you want me to fuck that ass, don’t you? You’re hungry for this cock to do dirty things to you.”
A low, feral sound crawled out of her. My calloused thumb traced her lower back, then dipped lower, sliding between her firm ass cheeks, testing the tight ring of her asshole.
She jerked beneath me, a full-body shudder, but didn’t try to pull away, so I circled her entrance with deliberate pressure, mesmerized by the hypnotic sight of my glistening cock vanishing repeatedly into her hungry, swollen cunt.
I curled my finger, pressing against the textured, ridged patch inside her asshole.
She went rigid beneath me, shaking on the edge of her orgasm.
I held her there on purpose. “Not yet. You don’t get anything from me until I give it.” She had to earn it. Beg for it.
“My pretty little fox,” I murmured. “You never had control. You only had permission.”
Jagged gravel bit into my knees. I shifted angles, dragging the swollen head of my cock over that hidden, velvet-rough spot deep inside her that made her gasp.
Again. And again. Until her trembling arms finally buckled and her flushed cheek hit the damp ground, her cherry-red mouth hanging open, panting like she’d forgotten how to use consonants.
I wrapped my muscled arm under her narrow hips, hauled her higher, knees lifting off the ground, her creamy thighs spread wide in the cradle of mine.
The new depth punched the air from both of us.
She clawed backward desperately, hand scraping my sweat-slickened thigh, her nails gouging into my flesh.
I gave her everything I had—hips snapping, sweat dripping off my chin onto her skin.
Pressure coiled low and vicious in my groin.
I gritted my teeth until my jaw ached and shifted to an excruciatingly slow pace.
She snarled and tried to push back against me, but I held her, my cock throbbing inside her pussy walls, denying us both until the ache blurred the edges of the towering pines surrounding us.
Her breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, her small breasts heaving. I pushed a finger in beside my hard cock, feeling her heat clench around me.
Before she could catch her breath, I pulled out with a slick sound and flipped her onto her back in one fluid motion.
Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, as I grabbed her quivering thighs and spread her wide open.
I positioned the swollen head of my cock against her slick entrance and surged forward, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal, punishing thrust.
A symphony of broken gasps and half-formed pleas tumbled from her red lips.
The pressure built at the base of my spine, hot and insistent, my balls tightening.
I slid my calloused hand between our sweat-slicked bodies, finding her swollen clit, and pinched it between my thumb and forefinger with deliberate cruelty.
“When this is over, you’re going to learn what it costs to call a monster out of the dark.”
A pause long enough for her to feel it.
“You’ll wake up tomorrow and realize you didn’t escape me.” My voice lowered.
“You invited me in, little fox.”
I slid my hand up her throat and closed there, firm, possessive. I tipped her chin until she had no choice but to look at me.
“Hold still. You can breathe when I tell you.”
Her expression flared, fear and defiance fighting for the same space. Her fingers caught at my wrist. I leaned closer, letting her feel the weight of the choice.
“Good. Learn from this.” The seconds ticked by, and I tightened my grip more.
Her cheeks turned red as she clawed at the back of my hands, desperate as I still drove into her. My little fox’s eyes glossed over, and I slowly released my hold as I struck her clit over and over.
She screamed, a primal sound that tore through the air, her inner walls clamping around me with such force it bordered on pain. I surrendered to it, hips losing all rhythm, slamming into her with wild, desperate jerks as I emptied myself inside the condom, a guttural roar ripping from my throat.
Pleasure crashed through me in violent waves, each harder than the last.
I didn’t linger. I pushed up on my hands and backed off her since I was done taking what I came for. Removing the condom, I tied it off and shoved it into my pocket.
She sucked in a breath and rolled to her side, dragging air into her lungs like it hurt.
I watched her a second longer than necessary, memorizing the tremble, the heat, the way she still looked like she wanted to claw my skin off.
“Get up.” My tone wasn’t gentle.
She snatched at her clothes, yanking the fabric over her skin with angry movements. No shame—only fury.
She shoved to her feet and rounded on me. “Are you done?”
I rose slower, brushing dirt from my hands as if all the time in the world belonged to me. “You’re the one who wanted to hunt.”
Her mouth curled. “I wanted to prove a point.”
I stepped in close, close enough that she had to tilt her chin to meet my gaze. “You did. You proved you’re brave.” I let my attention drop and met hers again. “And where did that get you?”
She shoved past me with her shoulder like she could knock the darkness out of me. “Go to hell.”
I didn’t grab or try to stop her. I let her walk away because I wanted to see what she did with her anger when no one was pinning it down for her.
She put distance between us on purpose. Twenty feet. Thirty. More.
The woods swallowed her shape, and the only thing I could track was the sound of her boots and her breathing when she got mad enough to stop caring who heard.
I followed at my own pace and the night shifted. I told myself I didn’t care what she did after she walked away, but my feet kept moving anyway.
Her voice cracked through the trees. “Get the hell off me!”
Then a second voice. A male. The words weren’t clear, but the tone was.
The fucking game had ended, and I moved in her direction fast.
She was up ahead in a thin clearing of ferns. A man had her by the wrist. She yanked back, fighting, boots sliding in the slick dirt. He hauled her toward him like he’d done it before with another woman. Rage locked in clean and hard. He expected her to lose. He was about to learn what that cost.
“Let go,” she hissed, and attempted to pull away. She threw a fist at him, but he dodged it.
He caught her arm and jerked. His other hand came up to cover her mouth. She stumbled, and her back hit the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of her. He went down after her, using his weight against her.
I didn’t announce myself, and I sure as hell didn’t warn him. I hit him like a fucking collision—hands on his collar and shoulder—ripping him off her and throwing him sideways into the mud.
“Get up,” I said to her while keeping my focus on him. My hands shook with restraint.
She scrambled up, breathing hard.
“Walk. Don’t look back. I’ll handle him.” I finally glanced at her with one hard look that left no room for argument. I kept my body between her and him. “You’re safe. Move.”
Her eyes flashed with a mix of fear, rage, and pride, then she backed away, still watching.
He tried to get up, but I planted my boot on top of his chest and leaned down. “If you put your hands on her ever again.” I paused. “That’s the last mistake you’ll ever make. Now? You’re going to learn what that costs.”
I smiled without any warmth, and zero goddamn mercy. I’d been waiting on a reason to beat the shit out of someone.
I just didn’t expect the reason to be her.