His fingers teased my dripping folds. "Look at you—so turned on by being hunted. Admit it, you are drawn to the darkness I emanate."
"Ugh…" I moaned as he pinched my clit. I could feel my arousal coating my thighs. That was how turned on I was.
Who the fuck gets turned on by being chased? Me apparently.
I heard the rattling of his belt and buckle, and shivers of anticipation coursed through me.
I whimpered, tears welling up in my eyes. He had barely even touched me, and I was close to losing my mind. I needed him. He knew it. I needed him inside me so that I could breathe properly.
"You think you can hide from me?" he scoffed, fisting my hair in a grip. His raging hard-on was pressing into me, and Ikept wiggling my ass against it to get more friction. "I own you, Sienna. Every inch of you. If I have to remind you of that, I will."
"Please," I murmured, withholding a sob.
I wasn't past begging to get him to fuck me right now. He had me in a tight, vulnerable spot.
My pussy kept throbbing, pulsating with need.
"You are not just wet. You are dripping. For me. See? You might hate me, but your cunt fucking loves me. She knows who she belongs to. Me," he seethed, sucking on my neck.
"Luca…please," I whimpered, wiggling against him.
He groaned. "Fuck."
I soon felt something warm and thick nudging against my slick entrance. I shuddered with satisfaction, my eyes rolling back in their sockets, but I barely relished in that anticipation when he pushed himself into me from behind. A loud moan tore from my lips, mixing with his obsessive grunt.
"You feel so fucking good. Dammit." He grabbed my hip, positioning me against him while he fisted my hair in his tight grip, breathing me in.
"Oh God. More," I demanded.
It was as though my cunt had been waiting to welcome him home because my wet walls clung to him greedily like they needed him to survive—just like I do. His cock stretched me all the way, eliciting moans from me as I grabbed the rough surface beneath me for support. He yanked at my hair, easing out of me before slamming into me in one swift, ruthless thrust. The force sent me flattening against the tree bark, expelling a strangled moan from me.
"Luca."
"That's right." He grunted. "Moan my name, Sienna. It's the only name you'll ever fucking moan," he declared possessively, pulling out of me only to pound back into me with a maddening thrust that made my legs waver.
He grabbed my hip harshly, his nails digging into it like they were marking me, claiming me, owning me. His constant tugging at my hair left a stinging sensation on my scalp, but the pain was momentary. A pleasurable thrill shot through every inch of me afterward, causing my lips to part in pleasure. Luca's strokes in and out of me were outright obsessive and punishing, like he was trying to remind me who I belonged to.
My breasts flattened against the tree, and I could swear that I could feel my hardened buds scratching against it for more friction that I desperately needed. His hands on me, his lips marking everywhere they could find on my neck, his cock pulling in and out of me—a deadly yet consuming combination that dimmed my vision and made my toes curl.
"Ah…"
"You see how your pussy is taking me like a good girl?" he murmured, his voice reeking of nothing short of satisfaction. "Yes, I want this memory etched in your brain so that every time you tell yourself that you are not mine, you'll remember how good I fucked you like a whore against a tree in the middle of nowhere." He enunciated every word like he wanted to carve them beneath my skin.
"Oh fuck." I sob, my tears clouding my vision.
My nails scratched and pulled at anything on the rough surface because I desperately needed an anchor to cling to as he fucked me into oblivion and insanity. He fucked me like I was the one thing he hated the most, yet he couldn't do without. He owned me like a madman that was on the loose. He took me unapologetically as I had always belonged to him, his touch, his strokes, his breath, oozing of a darkness that should make me run scared, yet I couldn't get enough of it.
"Such a good fucking girl." He groaned, heightening his pace that slammed me into the tree with every thrust. "You love beingfucked like a slut, don't you? Hm?" he nipped on my neck, sure to leave a hickey that'd tell the whole world that I was his.
Black dotted my vision, my nipples hardening to a point of ache. "Oh fuck. Yes."
My abdomen clenched hard, the toe-curling vibrations zapping through me.
"I can't take it anymore." My lips trembled, my legs growing light.
"Yes, you can," he countered me huskily. "It's all yours. You are going to be a good girl and take all of it." His hold on me tightened possessively.
I felt him tense up against me, deep-throated groans unfurling from him. "You want to come for me, don't you?"
