Page 8 of Run, Little Rabbit

He just chuckled.

“Keep fighting,” he grated out and leaned in. “Makes my cock hard when you fight back.” He towered over me, an intimidating presence that would’ve had the breath stalling in my lungs if his hand wasn’t already, and my eyes grew far wider than I thought they could.

I gasped when he pushed me roughly against the inflatable slide. His body was so big, so hard and strong that he wouldn’t let me move an inch.

And his dick…harder than anything I’d ever felt before, dug against me like a threat.

Faster than I could comprehend, he had a hand around my throat, squeezing tightly. His leather gloves made a creaking noise from the force, and the very threat of him fully cutting off my oxygen supply was right there, hovering at the surface.

I realized he was making a point, one that told me he had all the power and could easily choke me with no effort.

He had all the control. Not that it wasn’t painfully obvious in this situation.

“Why?” I whispered. That lone word forcefully pushed out from between my lips. He said nothing, but I could feel his thumb press harder to my pulse point, right below my ear.

He didn’t respond.

“My brother is going to kill you for this,” I whispered.

I hated throwing around Zareth’s name and reputation to save my ass, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

I felt him slightly loosen his hold around my neck. He leaned back, staring down at me. The shadows were too thick for me to really see anything, not even the details of his mask. I inhaled deeply, smelling whatever cologne he wore mixed with the aroma of leather and something darker, wilder.

I couldn’t even describe it if somebody wanted me to, if my very life depended on it. But it made my pulse beat a little faster.

I thought maybe he’d let me go, realizing who my brother was, but when he tightened his hold even harder around my neck and leaned in, his mouth by my ear, I held my breath and waited for his threats to come out.

And I knew that was exactly what he was going to do.

“Fuck your brother. Do you think I’m afraid of anyone or anything?” He laughed deeply. Darkness laced every single syllable. “Little rabbit, your brother’s going to be the one who’s afraid of me.”

Nobody and nothing was more powerful than Zareth. But I felt the truth behind this man’s words. I believed him, and that’s what terrified me most of all.

I opened my mouth, not sure what I was going to say. How would I even respond to that? But he didn’t want my words.

He wanted my body, and that was cemented when he let go of my throat only long enough to remove one of his gloves. And then he pushed my skirt up and had his bare hand right on my exposed pussy.

I gasped and rose on my toes, chills instantly skating all over me at the feel of his fingers touching the most intimate, private part of me.

I closed my eyes as a wave of lust and disgust slammed into me. It was twisted and dark and everything I needed in that moment.

And when I felt that sharp edge of the knife press to my throat, my pussy got even wetter.

“Spread your legs.”

He didn’t give me time to obey—if I even would have. I looked at him just as he kicked my legs wide open and crouched down.

His massive shoulders kept me from shielding myself, and the knife still at my throat had me immobile with the fear of getting cut.

Yet my pussy was even more drenched.

“Look at you,” he gruffly said. “My little fucking whore with her beautiful, soaked cunt.”

I tried to push him away with my hands on his shoulders, but he pressed the knife into my neck harder. I felt the skin open up just slightly. It wasn’t deep, wasn’t even really painful. But I felt a droplet of blood trail down my skin.

I felt a spike of adrenaline rushing through me. It was a heady sensation, one that was almost addictive.

“I want you to be a good fucking girl and keep your mouth shut. Because if you scream—even if they won’t hear you—I’m going to spank your pussy hard enough you’re not gonna be able to close your legs because it’s so sore.”