“Why?” I ask, my voice also lowering.
“Because as nice a place as this restaurant is, I might be in the mood for something more…private.”
God, he's turned me into anaddictfor him.
“Where did you have in mind?” I grin.
“Bistro de le Haunted Cabin,” he murmurs with a sly smile. “Veryexclusive.”
My grin widens as I squirm. “What's the dress code?”
“Clothing optional."
I giggle. “Atmosphere?”
“Dark. Wooded.Primal.”
My nipples tighten as I look at him.
“And the menu?”
I gasp quietly when he reaches over and wraps his hand around my throat. His thumb traces down my jawline as he twists my head to look at him, and I swallow hard when I see the dark fire in his eyes.
“You.”
37
YELENA
I gasp,my pulse pounding as hard as my bare feet as I charge headlong though the dark woods.
Shadows leap. Branches claw at me. The wind howls like a banshee as my adrenaline spikes and fear knots in my throat.
I hear a twig snap.
A branch crack.
A footstep crunch.
And the gravelly, cocksure chuckle of a predator who already knows he's won.
I try to bolt in a different direction, but it’s too late. My scream curdles in my lungs when he slams into me, taking me down in a tangle of limbs and hair.
He slams me onto my back, instantly all over me like an animal: biting, clawing, ripping,devouring.
His hands tear my clothes and pin me hard to the rough dirt of the forest floor. He rips down my panties, shoving my legs apart before raking his teeth up my inner thigh.
“The audacity,” he snarls. “Ofdaringto run and keepingmypussy away from me.”
His tongue drags through my pussy, curling around my clit before he brutally sucks it between his lips. I cry out, my back arching off the ground in a violent jolt of pleasure. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to leave marks as his tongue snakes and slithers around my swollen clit. He adds pressure, his cheeks hollowing, and when two thick fingers ram into me and curl against my front wall, I shatter into pieces.
My heels kick at the dirt. My hands clench the dried leaves. My body writhes and submits to his brutal and consuming assault on my pussy, until black spots dot my vision.
Then the black spots begin to grow lighter, then lighter still, until they’re white, not black.
The forest melts away until I’m looking up at a white ceiling with ornate filagree around the edges where it meets the walls.
The dirt and leaves and twigs at my back are suddenly soft and luxurious bed linens.
