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Run, run, run, as long and as hard as I could. Make him prove himself to me. Prove myself to him. No hunter wanted to entertain boring prey.
Eventually, I tripped, sprawling out on the floor of Jen’s gaming room with his huge body blocking the doorway. His bare body was glistening with sweat, his hair was a mess from the chase, he looked fucking perfect. I didn’t dare take my eyes off from him, drinking in the gorgeous man who was so close to catching me. His eyes had gone fully feral, his hand clenched on the knife he’d grabbed as we ran through the kitchen. But he hadn’t caught me yet.
“No, please, no.” I pleaded, crawling further into the room as if I wasn’t still grinning madly.
“You can’t run from me, bunny,” Rich snarled, his huge hand snatching out and grabbing me by the ankle, “I could hear your heartbeat in the middle of a thunderstorm.”
“NO!” I laughed, wiggling my leg and trying to free it from his grasp.
“You had your chance to run,” he started dragging me back towards him, “to hide.”
“I did run,” I reached up to where he held me, trying to pry my leg free from the iron trap that was his hand, “I got away.”
“Oh,” he stared down at me with pity, “but you’re just not fast enough.” Rich released my leg only to grasp my hair, making me yelp. “Are you, little one?”
"Yes," I smirked up at him despite the tears his stinging hold was starting to produce. "I-"
"You'll never be fast enough to escape me, not that you want to," he dragged me up by the hair unceremoniously, forcing me to scramble to my knees. "Isn't that right?"
"One day," I narrowed my eyes at him, "you can't keep me forever."
I tried to hide my smile at how feral his eyes looked just then, how wet my thighs were from the sound of the growl low in his chest. He just needed one last little push.
"I don't belong to you."
That did it. "Wrong again," Rich snarled at me, his arm cinching around my waist, most of his force held in my hair as he dragged me to the air mattress I’d been sleeping on for over a month.
"Let me go," I squirmed as he dropped us both on the bed, "you can't do this to me."
"Do me a favor, little one," he gripped my cheeks harshly, "shut your mouth, or things are going to get ugly." I knew it was juvenile, but through my heaving pants, I let myself fire back:
"Like you."
His hand wrapped around my throat. I gasped, trying so fucking hard not to shiver with pleasure or to grind down on his thigh. "I know you like the way I look,” he taunted, releasing my now-burning scalp to roughly slide his fingers through my pussy lips. “See? No use in lying to me. Now, are you going to take it like my bad girl?"
"You wish."
"I don't wish, bunny," Rich’s fingers toyed with the juice dripping from my pussy, "I fucking know." I groaned as he thrust two fingers into my fluttering hole, grinding his thumb on my clit. "I know how this pussy aches for my touch—" he curled his fingers inside me, replacing his hand on my neck with his mouth, biting and sucking on my throat, "—how you think about me when I'm not around—" his other hand snaked up, palming at my breast, "—how you drip when I'm near you—" his fingers pinched ruthlessly at my nipples, "—you know why?"
"Liar," I protested like I wasn’t panting for it. I was dizzy with arousal. "You're wrong." Rich twisted his wrist a little differently, and I saw stars, my mouth falling open. He still had me pinned to him by the waist, but we both knew I wasn’t really going to fight back.
"When it comes to you, little bunny," he grabbed my cheeks again, leaving a smear of my own arousal on my face, "I am never wrong." He pulled me into a harsh, toothy kiss, "I know you feel this as intensely as I do."
"Rich,” I panted, starting to wiggle again just to feel him hold me down. He had me firm in his grip, there was no escaping. He just chuckled darkly into my ear.
He flipped me onto my stomach, grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed and stuffing it under my hips. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back with one large hand before I could comprehend that I was momentarily free—trapped again before I could even try to escape.
Exhilaration zipped through me, the potent mix of arousal and fear that had my mind dripping out of my ears. I had no idea what he would do to me. For some reason, that thought turned me on even more.
Richard moved behind me, lifting my ass and aligning his cock with my sopping cunt. He pressed forward, and I had no choice but to give way.
My pussy engulfed him, and I let out a long, stuttering scream. So full. I felt so fucking full, I remembered suddenly how I couldn’t even take his whole cock the first time he fucked me, and now here he was pressing balls-deep, not giving a damn if he pushed all the air out of my lungs to do it. And he did it again and again while I screamed for him.
Rich bent down, his sturdy form weighing down my back like he was trying to crush me, his hand moving from my wrist to intertwine our fingers behind my back as he pushed my head down into the air mattress. The world started to spin around me.
"My bunny, you can never run from me," he growled in my ear, the sound vibrating his chest. It was a promise and a threat all in one. "I will always find you."
"Rich," I whispered into the pillow, sticking my ass up so he could hit deeper.
