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“I see you, little witch.” His voice echoes through the woods, and I let out a small whimper as I hear the water in the distance. My body sinks with relief, and my knees ache as I push them past their limit, though I can’t give up.
I’m so close.
The trees begin to thin out, and I can see the water in the distance, so close, yet so far away.
“Almost there,” I pant out.
The ground turns soft, from sticks and stones to grainy sands and small rocks. I push harder, already able to feel the water against my face, only feet away.
Whack.
My breath is knocked from my lungs as a warm, hard body slams on top of me. Felix’s breath is warm, raging, as it washes over the back of my neck. His fingers go up, and he brushes the hair over my shoulder, his lips dragging against my sensitive skin. My fingers reach out, and I can feel the slight ripple of water as it kisses the shore.
I was so fucking close.
“How sexy you looked running for your life. Almost as if death itself was after you,” he growls in my ear.
I shiver against the ground, my body sinking into the sand. His hands go lower, and he grips my hips, flipping me onto my back. My light eyes clash against his dark ones. “How badly I want to bring you to the surface of death and watch the fear bleed into your eyes. You’ve never been as breathtaking as you are when you’re frightened.”
I bring my hands up, my fingers going around his neck as I scowl at him. “I should hurt you like you’ve hurt me.”
He laughs, his hand going and tearing mine from his neck. “You could try, but I’ll kill you before you ever get the chance.” He smiles, his jaw sharp as he bends down. His teeth sink into the skin above my breasts, and I let out a screaming moan as hate mixes with pleasure.
I hate him, but I can’t deny how badly I want him, either.
He drags his teeth down my skin, hooking around my shirt. When he pulls, I bring my hand up, pushing against his forehead.
Rrrriiiip.
He tears my shirt with his teeth, exposing my black bra. We fight against each other, grappling to be the one with the upper hand. We end up wrestling, rolling over each other, his chest and my back becoming dusted in sand. We’re a mess, and don’t stop, clawing at his skin, creating red scores down his creamy arms and chest.
“I hate you,” I growl, feeling like I can’t say it enough.
He chuckles against me, the sound vibrating into me. A burst of rage bubbles in my chest, and I shove against him, finally gaining leverage, rolling over until I’m on top of him, my thighs straddling his waist, my wet skirt draped around his hips.
My shirt is torn, showing off my ribs. His hand goes up, and he tears it the rest of the way, tossing the fabric aside. My hands fall to his naked chest, and I grind the sand into his skin with the heel of my hand.
“You’re funny, little witch,” he growls, flipping me in a second. My legs go up, and I hook my ankles behind his back. His hand goes to my neck, and he squeezes tight as he leans down. “Enough fucking around. I won.”
I don’t even have a second to think as his mouth is over mine, his teeth sinking into my lips. He pulls them, piercing the skin and making me whimper. I can taste the coppery flavor as it runs down my throat, and he wets the wound, slipping his tongue into my bloody mouth to taste it too.
As if on autopilot, my hands go to his hair, and I tug on the threads, pulling him away from me, then pushing him closer to me. I don’t know what I want. I don’t know what I need, but there’s something about Felix that has me falling into this toxic abyss that I can’t seem to step away from.
My feet go to his hips, and I curl my toes under the waistband of his sweats, shoving them over his ass and down his thighs.
The tide rises around us, seeping around my body until a shiver breaks out. He shoves me in deeper, my body sinking into the sand as I finally kiss him back.
His fingers fall beneath my skirt, pushing my soaked panties aside as he finds drenched folds.
“Mmmm, little witch gets off on fear. Is that what it is, Hazel?”
I growl against his lips, and I can feel his hard cock brush my thigh, warm, thick, long, and hard, prodding into me.
“Never thought you fancied me enough that your cock would get hard this easily,” I whisper as I peel my lips from his. They feel swollen, aching from his touch.
“The only thing getting me hard is seeing you submissive as fuck beneath me, bruised and bloody.”
I narrow my eyes. “I’m not submissive.”
