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twenty-three

H e kisses me once more, like a reassurance. His small smile seems even more like one, before suddenly I’m off of the floor and thrown over his shoulder. I yelp, kicking at him instinctively, but he just traps my legs against his chest and walks quickly down my hallway without banging my head against the walls, luckily for me.

Then the world spins again, and with a thump I find myself on my back on my bed with a gasp. Hux stands over me, only inches away, and there’s something about staring up at him like this, wide-eyed and on my back, that makes my stomach flip with fearful excitement.

“God, you look so good down there,” he purrs. “And I’ve been dying for you all night. Ever since I saw you with?—”

“Eric,” I interrupt, just to see what the blond’s name does to him.

Huxley doesn’t disappoint. His eyes widen just a little, and he seems to freeze above me while I twist, preparing to push myself up onto my hands.

“No.” Suddenly Hux’s boot is there, and he shoves me down on my back, though not hard enough to hurt me. “No, you lie right there. Eric .” He sneers the man’s name. “God, I should’ve killed him anyway and made you watch, pretty girl.”

Finally removing his boot from my chest, he shucks his shirt and kicks off his boots. “Come here,” he snarls, swooping down over me. His hand closes on the front of my t-shirt, and he yanks me to my knees, his finger looping in the chain around my neck so hard I gasp. “Say it again,” He invites, then with one hand he undoes the front of his pants to shove them down his to his knees. “Come on, pretty girl. Say his name again.”

Fear shivers up my spine, but yet again it’s chased with a tingle of anticipation. “Eric,” I say once more, knowing I’m playing with fire. “His name is Eric, and?—”

Then he cuts me off by pulling the chain tight around my throat, causing me to inhale with a shaky little gasp. Hux drags me forward, until my cheek is pressed to his hip.

“I’ll fuck your mouth until you can’t pronounce it anymore,” he tells me sweetly, letting go just a little, so I can lean back and he can hold me where he’s able to rub the tip of his cock along my lips.

“Open your mouth.” It’s definitely not a request. I have just a moment to look up at him and see the dangerous gleam in his dark, dark eyes that makes my stomach twist.

I do so, and once again he rubs his tip across my lower lip. Back and forth, smearing pre-cum over my skin. I shudder, resisting the urge to dart my tongue out and taste it. Until I don’t resist, and with a darting look up to his face, I let my tongue slide out just enough so when he moves again, I can just barely feel him against it.

But his reaction, his shudder, is immediate. His breath catches in his throat, and I have a moment of feeling victorious. At least until he catches on and notices me looking up at him through my lashes. “Pretty girl…” he warns under his breath. “You know what happens when you play with me, and you’re really starting to rack up points for a punishment.”

Naturally, he doesn’t let me respond. His finger stays looped in the collar, but he has enough slack to reach behind my head and grip my hair while he slides his length between my lips until its weight rests on my tongue.

I suck in a breath through my nose and relax my jaw just before he slams all the way back against my throat. A strangled, surprised sound leaves me, and my eyes widen as I look up at him. But I can see him preening at that, like I’m praising him instead of being surprised.

Or instead of half-choking on him, especially as he starts to slowly thrust in and out of my mouth in earnest. “I’d say that you’re good,” he murmurs darkly. “I’d say you’re perfect for me, but you want this too badly for me to think it’s a coincidence, don’t you? You want me to fuck your pretty, greedy mouth. You want me to ruin your cunt for anyone else. Can you say his name now?” he taunts. “Come on, try. I want to feel your mouth try to sound it out.”

He can’t really want me to ? —

I gasp around another harsh thrust that has my eyes watering, and my back stiffens as I reach up to press a hand against his leg in protest.

“Come on,” he says again. “Say his name, Kai. What was it again? I seem to have forgotten, so I’ll need you to remind me what your pretty, blond friend was called.” There’s a warning in his eyes telling me to do what he’s asking, and it’s enough to have my insides twisting anxiously and a whine building in my throat.

“Doesn’t sound like a name to me,” he hums, drawing out until his tip is resting on my lips. “Come on. Try again .” He snarls the words before slamming into my mouth, and this time my eyes don’t just water. I’m full on crying without meaning to from the feeling of him fucking my face. Tears fall down my cheeks, creating curved tracks along my skin.

This time I really do try to say it, and the sound is lost in his movements and his intensity. But it must be good enough, because when I do, Huxley slides out, until once more his tip is just resting on my lower lip.

“Good girl,” he tells me darkly. “That’s my good, fucking, little bunny.” Then, without warning, he shoves me onto the bed, eliciting a yelp from my throat when my shoulders hit the mattress.

I don’t have time to be surprised when he follows down with me on his knees. His hand fists in my shirt, ripping it off over my head for it to disappear somewhere in the room. My black bralette is next, and barely survives Hux’s relentless assault before it, too, ends up across the room.

“These are cute,” Huxley compliments, running his hands down my tights. He easily slides my boots off of my feet, leaving me in them and my shorts. “Adorable. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you all night, and I’ve never been so attracted to a girl in tights.” His hands tug on my denim shorts, and I can feel the pent up energy in his grip.

“Let me—” I begin, but he bats my hands away when I try to help with my tights.

“No, I don’t think so,” he tells me sweetly. “Not when this is the best part.” Still smiling, Huxley tears my tights with his hands, ripping them apart so easily that it feels surreal. “Perfect,” he purrs, when they’re resting in shredded strips against my skin from my knees up. “I think you should wear them like this. You know, I had a thought when we were at the bar tonight.” Using the chain around my throat, he forces me to flip over onto my knees, my hips in the air while he shoves my face into the pillow.

“I thought about how humiliated you would be if I dragged you into the bathroom to fuck this pretty pussy.” At his words, he runs his fingers along my slit, which I realize quickly is bare now, thanks to his tearing of my tights.

“I liked these tights,” I murmur, turning my head to the side. I didn’t really. Honestly, I’d forgotten I even owned them until tonight. But I want to voice my protest. Just because.

“Too bad.” He gives the chain a little jerk, just enough that I can feel it. Like a tiny reprimand, I think to myself. “I like them better now. Anyway, I thought about fucking you in the bathroom. I’d keep your mouth covered, of course. So no one came in thinking you were being murdered. But I wanted to rip up these pretty tights and make you keep them on. You know why?”

When I don’t answer, his smile turns sly. “So that for the rest of the night, everyone would look at you and know what happened. That I fucked your greedy, sweet little cunt. Maybe I would have kept doing it all night, ripping them a little more each time. So every guy who looked at you would know how addicting you are…and how they’d never have a chance with you.”

A full body shudder goes through me at his words. I can’t help how my back arches. How my eyes close and I want to bury my face against my pillow at the sensations that idea sends through me. My fingers clench in the blankets, and when he drags his fingers along my entrance again, I swear he’s going to sink them into me like I want him to.

“Huxley—” But that’s all I get out before my words are choked off by my yelp of surprise and pain. My back arches off the bed, and I would jerk upward if it weren’t for him holding me by the metal collar around my throat. As it is, I fight like a surprised, feral animal as his hand comes down on my thighs again.

“Get your face back on that pillow, pretty girl.” He laughs, not at all put off by my sudden fight-or-flight reaction. “I told you that you were racking up punishment points. But you just kept going, didn’t you?” God, he sounds so condescendingly sympathetic that I whine in frustration. “Ah, ah, ah…” His hand trails up my thigh, over my ass.

“Don’t talk back.” The next hit is harder, and stings enough that I nearly shriek at the sharp sensation. With one hand, he grips the fabric of my tights, jerking them until they’re torn even further.

Soon enough, I doubt there will be enough material left for them to even stay on my body. But with every tug, I also feel myself being exposed to him more and more, so the next time his hand comes down, there’s barely any fabric in the way.

“You don’t need to say sorry or anything,” Hux informs me in a voice that I take means I should feel grateful for his kindness. “I get it, Kai, I really do. I understand that you want to be the one in charge sometimes. You want people to think that you’re the dominant one. The one calling the shots.” His fingers trail along my hip. “But we both know that’s not true.” His hand comes down again. “Don’t we?” And again, twice more until I’m writhing and completely unable to stay still.

“Huxley stop!” I gasp when the next hit nearly makes me see stars. “That hurts!”

“Yeah, babe, it’s supposed to.” He cackles. “I’ll make it better for you, though.” He smooths his fingers up my spine. “You’ve got about six more, but I’ll make it better if you promise to stay right there.”

“Six?!” I nearly sit up before his hold on the collar yanks me back down. “I can’t?—”

“Stay there like a good girl, and I’ll make it better for you.” His words are firm, and his tone makes it pretty clear I shouldn’t argue. I give another small shiver, and my arms come up to pillow my face as he slips his finger free of the heart-shaped loop.

“Fine,” I huff, promising silently to try my best. “Okay, fine.” I’m panting as I hold myself still, anticipation making me almost unable to do even that.

“Good girl.” Both hands smooth down my hips, then over my ass, and while one of them disappears, he trails the other between my thighs until his fingers are rubbing at my slit with purpose. “I know you can be good for me when you try.” This time he slides two fingers into me, slowly, until they’re as deep as they can go. I make a soft sound against him, my hips arching, but this time it’s greed instead of fear.

I want more of this.

At least, until his other palm comes down hard on my skin again, dragging out another shocked and pained gasp from me. But even that is swallowed by my moan when he twists his fingers in me, adding another one until he’s fucking me open on four of them.

I shouldn’t be this wet, I think to myself as the sounds of my arousal meet my ears. He must be thinking something similar, because I hear his soft, breathy chuckle before he spanks me again, and once more.

“You’re almost done,” I gasp, barely able to hold myself up on my knees. “Huxley, I can’t—” He pulls his fingers free and strokes my clit instead, which sends a spark of electricity straight through me. When he spanks me again, he doesn’t give me a break before the next one. But maybe I don’t need it. Not with the pleasurable heat his touch sends through me that mixes with the pain until I can’t see straight. With my head buried in my pillow, I find myself arching my hips higher, though I still flinch with every hit.

It occurs to me belatedly that he spanks me more than another three times. But I don’t have the words to say it. I’m too busy writhing and shaking. Too busy making incoherent noises while I move against him from the dual sensations of pleasure and pain from his hands.

Maybe I’ll die from this, I think ruefully to myself. Maybe I’ll die from the overstimulation of being fingered and spanked.

“ Fuck .” His voice comes out low and rough, and suddenly his fingers are gone. “ Fuck , pretty girl. You’re really going to kill me, here.”

“Funny,” I manage to breathe out. “That’s what I was just thinking.” I start to move again, but then he’s over me, body draped against my back.

“Don’t you fucking move,” he snarls in my ear. “I’ve realized I have to show you what I want, what you want, through more than just words. So you’re going to stay here, on your stomach with your hips arched up like a bunny in heat. You know that’s what you look like, right?” he taunts, nipping at my ear. “You look like an animal just begging to have her pussy filled with cum. You look like you’re begging to be bred, and you got unlucky that I’m what found you.”

“What does that make you then?” I ask, the words escaping before I can think better of them.

He nips the back of my neck, and this time he forgoes the chain to wrap his fingers around my throat instead.

“That makes me the predator you forgot to watch out for,” he murmurs darkly, before burying himself to the hilt in my cunt.

I cry out at the sudden, burning stretch. My upper body comes up off the bed, but he just pushes me right back down with his hips pressed to mine. He’s so big, and he hasn’t really prepped me for him in a way that would completely negate the burn. Instead, Huxley just starts fucking me, setting up a harsh rhythm that causes soft, needy sounds to fall from my lips every few seconds.

“It’s okay,” he croons in my ear. “It’s okay, little bunny. I’ve got you. And I’ve got what you need. You need me .” He bites down on my shoulder, driving into me harshly once, then again, before evening out his rhythm once more. “You’ll never have to look for someone to breed your pretty, greedy pussy ever again. You know why?”

“Because—”

“ Because I’m going to fucking ruin every inch of you, inside and out, for anyone other than me .”

There it is. That tone I haven’t really heard tonight that sends a shudder down my spine. His words take my breath away, stealing my reply until I feel like I’m just writhing under him with my eyes closed and his fingers tightening ever so slowly around my throat, vice-like and so…final.

Like he’s everything I could ever want, and everything I’ll get in this world.

“Fuck,” I manage to whisper, but it just makes him press down on my throat even harder.

“I bet you’ve never let anyone fuck your ass, have you?” Hux hums conversationally. “I’ll ruin that too for you. Anything you could ever think of? Every filthy thing you’ve ever thought or dreamed about? I’m here to do it. I’m here to absolutely wreck you. I will make sure no one can offer you anything I haven’t already given you. I don’t care how long it takes, or how many times you need the lesson before it sticks. You’re mine , little bunny.”

When he bites down harder, my lips open around a sound of surprise and pain. My mind goes blank as his teeth bury themselves in my skin, and when my body jerks up against his, he groans when it causes him to go even deeper.

Finally, Huxley lets go, licking over the bite, and I pant as my heart beats in my ears, rushing like a frightened rabbit’s.

“Say it,” he demands, his free hand going between us even as his fingers tighten on my neck. He slides them down, down, until he can stroke lightly over my clit. “Say you’re mine.” But as he makes his demand, he grips so hard that he cuts off my air and I can’t say anything at all.

Which I would tell him, if I could. My mouth forms around the words, around my plea. But all I get out are breathy whines and sounds of protest as he fucks me. His movements become a little erratic, and I feel him tensing against me. His fingers on my clit move more insistently, winding up that spring inside of my body that he knows exactly how to play with until it snaps.

But still, I can only mouth the words he wants to hear.

“ Say it ,” he taunts in my ear, knowing that I can’t. “Say it, little bunny, or I swear I’ll keep you on the edge.” Desperately I move against him, writhing and whining and silently begging him to just fucking let me because more than anything in this world, I want to fucking come .

But he holds me there, just like he threatened, until I feel tears coursing down my cheeks and I’d sob if I could. He holds me on the edge so easily, like he knows all the ways to play my body without having known me that long.

Then at last, without warning, he lets go of my throat. I gasp in air, lungs screaming for it, but he doesn’t quite pick up where he had been. Not yet.

I know what he wants, and I want to give it to him when I can fucking breathe again.

“Yours!” I sob, still crying, shoulders still shaking with desperate need. “I’m yours! I’ll be yours, anything you want. Any?—”

“Good girl.” He slams hard into me, his fingers once more on my clit. “Such a good little bunny. My perfect little Kai. Come for me. Come on my cock, let me fill you up, needy, slutty bunny.” His fingers tense around my throat again, and he holds me just under my jaw, just hard enough that I see stars, until I really can’t take it anymore.

And somehow, he just fucking knows. He knows when to let go, so that when I gasp in a breath, my orgasm hits me so hard my knees buckle. His hand between my thighs is the only thing holding me up while he fucks me, the only thing keeping me from melting into the bed.

My head goes blank, then fuzzy. I whimper when he continues to fuck me, but that only lasts for a few more seconds before he snarls against my shoulder and buries himself into me. He doesn’t choke me this time. He just holds me there, his hips moving very gently so he rocks against me while he comes.

“Good girl,” Huxley praises at last, when my orgasm has finally ebbed and he’s doing something other than nipping or growling or doing his best impression of a feral, carnivorous animal. “You’re such a good, perfect girl.”

He rolls us over, until he’s lying on the bed with me all wrapped up on him.

“You’re so good, and you’re so perfect. But more importantly?” His lips skim my face, and when he pulls my knee between his, I realize I can’t go anywhere, even if I want to.

“ You’re all mine, little bunny . No matter if I want to love you, devour you, or ruin you. You’re mine to do with as I please.”

When I don’t answer, he chuckles, and nudges at my face with his nose before lapping up the salty remains of my tears.

“Better calm down,” he advises, his teeth grazing my skin. “Because we’re nowhere near done.”