Chapter Twenty-One
Byron
“What?” I was instantly on my feet.
Wilder pressed his lips against mine, devouring mine in a filthy, deep kiss, before pulling back to say, “Ask me to run. I know it’s ridiculous, but I need to make this feeling stop. I need to get out of my head.”
The tether was still in place, and I could feel all his chaos. It sang through my veins like pure fucking dopamine. Fine, if he wanted the predator. He was going to get him.
I took a step back and pulled my turtleneck over my head. “Are you sure? Because once this starts, nothing is going to make me stop. I will hunt you down and I will fuck you where I find you.”
His eyes roamed the expanse of my naked torso, lingering on his name etched into my chest. “I’m going to fight back.”
I pushed against his bottom lip with my thumb. “I fucking hope so, baby.”
Then I pulled the knife from the sheath in my waistband and stalked towards him. His breath hitched, his eyes were wild and his tongue darted out to wet his plump lips. Fuck, I wanted to bite them. I wanted to bite him everywhere.
“What are you—”
I didn’t give him a chance to finish his question. I sliced up the front of his jumper, the knife cutting through it like fucking butter. He hissed as the knife caught his skin and it left a thin slice up the centre of his chest.
Tiny beads of blood bloomed on his skin as he threw the shreds of his jumper onto the floor.
“Fuck, can I cut you again? Just once.” I wanted to be able to smell him in the air as I chased him down.
Wilder’s smile was wide and salacious. “Sure thing, kitten, but it’s the only one I’ll let you get in for free.”
I palmed my cock through my trousers, trying to stave off the sudden orgasm threatening to rip through me.
“Come here,” Wilder cooed with a crook of his finger.
I stepped closer, and he wrapped his hand around mine—the one that was holding the knife—and pulled it towards his skin.
Fuck. Me.
Could this man be any more perfect?
“Cut me wherever you want,” Wilder said as he pressed the tip of the blade against his pec, but now I had a decision to make. Where to make the incision.
Decisions, decisions…
I slowly trailed the tip of the blade down his torso.
I barely put any pressure behind it, but there was enough force that it left a thin, red line.
I got to the meat of his abs, and as I reached the spot between his navel and hip, I held his eyes and together, we sliced through that pretty skin.
It wasn’t deep enough to cause any real damage, but Wilder winced at the sting, and huffed out a short little gasp that brushed against my lips.
It tasted like one of the sweetest things…
“No magic. No potions. Just you and me. And I’ll give you a ten second head start,” I rasped, my voice all raw. Fuck, my restraint was thinning and any modicum of humanity I put on was falling away with every drop of Wilder’s blood that landed on the floor.
He took a step backwards. “Only ten?”
I swirled my knife around my fingers. “Yes, nine now. Tick tock, baby.”
He turned on his heel and sprinted out of the kitchen, his feet pounding down the corridor and deeper into the apartment.
Fuck. I didn’t even make it past five before I set off after him. I was too eager, too wound up.
Too fucking hungry.
His feet padded a frantic rhythm down the hallway and I heard a door open and shut. I was curious to know which room he’d found. I really hoped it was my favourite room.
My feet pounded against the wooden floor, my boots clunking hard and heavy, but I skidded to a stop when I reached the main corridor. I unlaced my boots and shuck them off with my socks. I noticed Wilder had done the same thing, a pair of trainers discarded haphazardly across the floor.
Clever boy.
The first door I reached was still firmly shut. He wouldn’t have gone in the first room he’d come across, he was cleverer than that.
My heart pounded a steady rhythm in my chest, the thuds echoing in my ears and driving adrenaline through my veins. All my senses heightened and my dick was hard and heavy between my legs.
I darted into the next room along the corridor, one of the spare bedrooms. I headed over to the walk-in closet, figuring he’d probably hide in there but as I stepped closer, I heard a noise behind me and clocked Wilder trying to sneak out whilst my back was turned.
I lunged after him, my hands landing between his shoulder blades and knocking him to the floor.
He went down heavy on his elbows, the crack loud and ricocheting down the hall.
He yelped and scrambled forwards but I wasn’t letting him get far.
I grabbed his ankle and pulled him towards me.
He rolled over and kicked his free foot out blindly.
There was a sickening crunch as my head flew backwards and blood poured into my mouth. Pain erupted in my nose and I swiped the blood away from under it, swallowing what had dripped into my mouth. I felt so fucking alive.
Wilder scrambled to his feet and headed further down the corridor but I wasn’t about to let him get far.
He picked a room at random, magically, beautifully finding my playroom, and he disappeared inside.
He pulled up short as he took in the walls of whips and ropes and I slammed into his back.
Wilder pitched forwards, not managing to catch himself quickly enough and his cheek slammed into the wooden floor with a loud thud.
I crawled up the length of his body and twisted my free hand into the chestnut curls at the base of his skull, pushing his face harder into the floor.
Wilder’s hips bucked frantically as he tried to break my hold, but I pulled my knife out and pressed it to the gorgeous column of his throat.
He hissed as I pushed hard enough that I sliced his skin.
“Caught you.” I leant closer and bit the lobe of his ear, hard enough to pierce it.
Wilder went limp in my arms, and I was a little disappointed.
“Giving up already?”
He threw his elbow backwards, catching my diaphragm and shocking a lungful of air out of me. My hold on him slipped enough that he could wiggle free and crawled forwards, but I didn’t let him get far. I couldn’t. I needed him.
Hell, I was beyond needing him. Now it was a goddamn necessity.
My dick was leaking pre-cum in my pants, and I was desperate for friction, for anything that would take the edge off.
I grabbed his calves and hauled him beneath him, rolling him onto his back as I did. There was a large red welt blossoming beautifully across his cheek and I pushed my thumb against it just to make sure it wasn’t broken.
He hissed and batted my hand away, before thrusting the heel of his palm up against my chin, catching me with a sharp jab.
“Fuck, you’re feisty.” I rutted my dick against his hip bone. “Are you done, baby?”
“No,” he snarled, snapping his head forwards.
My vision turned dizzy with the impact as my head jarred with the impact but I didn’t let go of him.
My hands grappled for purchase around his neck, squeezing tight enough to have him gasping for air.
I growled at him like the animal I was, the monster within me ripping free from any constraint I kept it in.
“I hope you’re ready. This is going to fucking hurt. ”
“Good,” he managed to get out through gritted teeth, the word a low, raw rasp. “Make it fucking hurt.”
The welt on his face is turning a glorious shade of purple, and I pushed my thumb against it once more.
His hips drove up into mine, and a pained groan passed his lips.
The welt was going to make a beautiful bruise.
“Masochist,” I growled.
“Sadist,” he snapped back.
“Damn right, baby.”
He whimpered at the term of endearment, and I rocked my hips into his again.
I squeezed his throat tighter, putting enough pressure on that his survival instincts started to kick in.
His hands gripped mine, pulling at my wrists whilst his rock hard dick rutted up against mine.
He didn’t fool me. He was enjoying this.
This fight for survival. His body was craving it.
Craving what I could give him and his body was chasing his release.
It wasn’t time for that though.
I flipped him back into his stomach and slapped his ass hard.
The sharp crack echoed through the room and my hand print bloomed red on his cheek.
He grunted and rocked his dick against the floor.
I twisted my fingers into the strands of his hair, yanked his head backwards and brought my lips to his ear.
“Your dick belongs to me, baby. I own everything about you. Do not touch your dick. Do you understand?”
He jerked his head in a nod.
“Use your words, baby.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” he replied desperately.
I licked up the side of his face. “Good boy. Now, hands above your head and don’t move.”
He complied instantly, the movement stretching all those muscles in his back deliciously. I scored my nails down his back, dragging red lines deep into his skin. He arched into my touch, chasing the pain.
Fuuuuuck.
I ripped his trousers and boxers down his legs in one swift motion, baring all his pale skin to me. God, he looked beautiful like that. Spread out like a feast ready for me to devour.
I made quick work of my own trousers and settled between his thighs, nudging them open wider with my knees. I spread his cheeks wide, exposing his pretty little hole. It fluttered beneath my gaze, and I leant forward to swipe my tongue along his taint and over his hole.
“Oh, God,” he whimpered.
“God won’t help you now, baby.” Then I dived in, licking and thrusting my tongue deep inside him until he was a babbling mess. I’d never get tired of the taste of him. He bucked wildly beneath me as I bit and sucked him, and his moans turned desperate and needy.
I couldn’t wait any longer. “I can’t go slow.”
“Don’t want it slow,” he managed to breathe out. “Make it hurt.”
I lined up my cock with his entrance and pushed inside him, impaling him with one thrust.