Chapter Three
Mae
The fireplace crackles and heats the small space though I’m not sure we truly need any more warmth. I’ve never been so hot in my life.
How did I spend years with Rick and never feel anything like this? How did I ever trust a man who never held me?I mean sure, I’d lean against him, he’d lean against me, but it wasn’t like this. He never wrapped me up this tight. He never looked at me while he did it. He never made me feel safe… not like this.
Yet somehow, in two hours with a stranger, I’m feeling all the mythical fairytale feelings I’ve dreamt about. All, in spite of the fact that Red is a contract killer. To most, he’d be a warning. To me, he’s a heavy metal love song. Dangerous, yes,but real.And after years of pretending love was supposed to be safe or soft, I’m starting to wonder if maybe this kind of raw honesty is the only thing that ever really counts.
I moan and bend into Red’s touch, desperate for him to keep going. Desperate for his big, calloused hands to move freely. Desperate for him to take me to places I’ve never been. Places I didn’t think I was ready for… until now.
How is that possible?
Maybe there’s some kind of hormone getting pumped into the cabin. Maybe I’m high on whatever honest connection feelslike. Maybe I’m so desperate and mentally unstable that I’m letting a wild man with horrible intentions mess me up.
Who knows? The only thing I’m sure of is that I don’t want it to stop.
He leans into my neck with a dark growl, sending a tickle down my spine and up again. “You’re gorgeous and I’m really into this, but we should stop.”
“You’re right,” I huff, barely leaning off his lips as I speak. “We should totally stop.”
He stares toward me as though he’s battling a headful of demons, his hand hovering on my waist like he wants to pull me closer and push me away all at once.
I tilt forward slightly, eyes burning into his without thought. “I want you to take control of me, Red. If you’re willing, I want to have a night I won’t forget.”
He growls low under his breath, his lips pressed against my neck. “You don’t know what you’re asking for. I’m an animal, princess. You know how long it’s been since I’ve been with someone?”
I shake my head. “A while?”
“A long while,” his eyes widen, “and whatever comes out tonight won’t be as polite or careful as I want it to be. You deserve kindness.”
“I want real.”My mouth hovers over his, hungrily.
“Last warning,” he mutters, voice rough and breaking.
“I’m not afraid of you,” I whisper. “Touch me.”
He growls lowly. “Oh, princess, your little virgin pussy can’t handle the ways I’d ruin you.”
A shot of electricity strings through me like a live wire, and my panties soak. He must see the rope snap in my eyes because his mouth instantly finds mine. This time, it’s not as gentle, not as careful. It’s sharp, with an ache and a relief so surrounding that my breath catches.
My fingers curl into his shirt as the rain pounds on the roof and the fire crackles behind us.
He backs me up against the cabin wall, a growl low in his throat as he says, “I’m going to wreck you.”
My palms are clammy, and my thoughts spiral, but my body leans forward without asking permission, drawn in like he’s gravity and I’ve finally stopped pretending I’m not falling.
His lips touch mine, soft for half a second before his palm digs into my throat and a groan leaves his hot and hungry lips. It’s aggressive and hard, biting and rough. He’s unapologetic as his teeth scrape against my lips and mine against his.
He lifts my arm up against the wall and laces his fingers into mine, growling as he thrusts forward and devours me. His tongue in my mouth, his lips on my neck, his teeth on the lobe of my ear. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
The tips of his fingers meet the strap of my sundress, and he pulls it down in one quick yank, exposing my breasts. “I won't hold back.” He leans in like an out-of-control animal, sucking each nipple into his mouth before dragging his teeth across. “This is dangerous.”
“I like dangerous,” I pant, my head tipped against the wall to allow his rough kisses room to scatter all over my chest. “Touch me.” My hand drives down the leg of his pants, following the long, thick, hard rod that pokes there.
He groans, a feral look in his eye as my hand brushes his giant cock. “Oh, little girl. If you let me out of this cage… you’d better run.”
I nod slowly, hiding the smirk that keeps trying to surface. “You like a good chase?”
