With one last gulp of air, I burst through the tree line. A smile spreads across my face, and even though my muscles burn and my cuts sting, I’m exhilarated. Oh, my goddess, I’ve actually done it! I’m going to make it!
Luca slams into me from the side, his weight knocking me off my feet, and stealing the oxygen from my lungs. A startled yelp tears from my throat as he flips me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. I scratch at his bare back with my human nails and wiggle my hips as I try to dislodge myself from his hold.
The fucker laughs as he drops me onto the ground on my ass. The impact jolts up my spine, and when I look up, he’s standing over me, exuding dominance from every pore.
My wolf content that he wears our mark, doesn’t feel the need to make her presence known. A tremor works through my body, and the world seems to shrink, focusing solely on him, on the potential threat he poses. The air is thick with a primal fear that claws at my throat and my arousal that still spreads down my thighs, mingling with sweat from the chase.
The mix is intoxicating and terrifying. My instincts don’t care that Iwantthis. Don’t care that there’s a safe word. They screamdanger.
He lets out a grunt when I kick out at him before rolling onto my stomach and attempting to crawl away. But he’s so damn fast, and I’ve used so much energy running from him. He grabs my ankle, pulling me back harshly. My hands dig into the ground, trying to gain traction but not finding any. I kick back harder this time, without trying to hurt him too much. I want to make it hard for him, but I also want him to fuck me.
His hand comes down hard on my ass. My body jerks, equal parts sting and heat.
“Let me go!” I snarl. “You fucking asshole—”
Luca yanks my legs apart and kneels between them so that I can’t kick him. I push up on my hands, but his palm on my neck presses me back into the cold grass and dirt. The pressure is firm, not crushing, but it floods me with a primal helplessness. My breath comes in ragged pants. My heart’s pounding so loud it drowns out the night.
And fuck, my pussy is weeping for him.
The sound of metal clicking and then the whoosh of the belt sliding through the loops as he undoes his belt buckle with one hand.
“Are you begging for leniency already, Princess?” Luca asks. His voice is maddeningly calm. How is he so composed when I’m a panting mess? His hand slides into my hair as he leans over me. “All you have to do to end this is use your safe word. Say red, and this ends immediately. But let me be crystal clear; no amount of begging will help you unless you use that one word. Tell me to stop and call me an asshole all you like; you’re only making things worse for yourself.”
He’s right. Icouldend this. I don’t. Because this is what I want, even if my body can’t decide whether to tremble from anticipation or lust. There’s no chance in hell I want this to end.
“Fuck you,” I grit out. I want this. We both know it. We both have known it for longer than I want to admit it. But still, I fight him. I thrash my hips and push my ass up as I try to break free. He pulls my hands behind my back and loops his belt around my wrists several times.
I put on a show of trying to pull my arms apart. We both know I could get loose if I really wanted to. The leather bites against my skin when I test it. No escape without ending the delicious anticipation. No leverage. Just him, in total control. He pulls my hips up so that my ass is in the air and my face remains pressed against the grass. The cool air on my sweat-slicked skin sends a shiver running through me.
Still, I push back, trying to get away from him. Trying to get inside. Anyone could find us like this. My bare skin dirty, smeared with grime and streaked with tears. My hair a tangled mess, clinging to my face, obscuring my vision. Humiliation courses through me at how awful I must look right now, stripped of any semblance of dignity, but mostly for how much I’m loving every minute of this.
I squirm, desperate for friction, desperate for him. And when his cock drives into me without warning, the air leaves my lungs in a choked gasp.
He fucks me in hard, savage thrusts that border on painful, each one slamming me forward. My cries are muffled against the ground—half sob, half moan. He grips the belt binding my wrists and yanks me back onto him, filling me so deep I swear I’ll break apart.
So hard, so rough. He fucks me like he hates me. And yet, my core tightens and warmth spreads through me as my orgasm builds. Tingles spread from the tips of my fingers and toes, pushing in towards me. Just when I’m about to shatter, he pulls out, pushing me face down in the dirt again. Hot spurts of his cum paint my ass, my back, my bound arms, and wrists. And the orgasm rips away from me as if it was never there.
A sob claws up my throat.
“You look so damn beautiful like this, Princess. This sexy ass in the air, and your legs spread showing off the prettiest pussy in the world. So damn exposed.” His hands caress up my thighs, over my ass and along my sides. Gliding over me but not where I want him.
“Please,” I beg. I don’t even know what for at this point. I’m so horny it hurts. My nerve endings cry out for Luca’s touch. For the orgasm he deprived me of. My pussy throbs, sore and empty.
“Please, what?”
I groan and sway my hips. “Please touch me. Fuck me. Use me. Anything.”
“You wanted a spanking earlier,” he says. It’s not a question. No, he knows the answer. “You could have asked. I’d give you anything you want, Princess.”
“I’m sorry,” I sob. “Please, Luca. I need to come.”
He runs a finger through his cum, dragging it towards my puckered hole before pushing his fingers inside me there. I gasp at the intrusion. Every time he plays with my ass, it catches me by surprise. How intense it feels, how foreign. How much I love it.
“Please.”
“Such a dirty girl,” he murmurs, adding a second finger, stretching me further. “Begging me to fuck your ass out here like some cock-starved slut. You going to ask next time, or do I need to keep teaching you this lesson?”
His cock slides back into my pussy at a torturously slow pace, his rhythm maddening. Way too slow for me to get off. One of his hands holds my hips firmly in place, not letting me move. His fingers digging in, in a bruising hold.
