Taken for the Hunt: A Dark Romantic Suspense Page 7

  He’s a few feet away from me, his eyes locked on me. I can see how his chest rises and falls as he breathes, but, for a moment, he doesn’t say anything.

  I’m not sure what to do. I could make a run for it again, but he’s going to be watching me now and there’s no way that I can get out of here in one piece. Sure, the helicopter is right there, but there’s not a chance of me getting on it and flying it.

  “Can you even fly a fucking helicopter?” He asks, and I shake my head.

  “No.” The word hates to say. My voice is so quiet that I’m not sure he hears me at first.

  “No? You can’t fly a helicopter?” He runs his hand through his hair, pushing it back out of his face. “So what the fuck was your plan, Natalia? Were you just going to hope that you were going to get it off the ground? Christ — the keys aren’t even in it!”

  Panic pools in my body. I feel cold, like it’s the middle of the winter even though the sun is hot. I don’t have a good answer for him, mostly because I didn’t really get that far in thinking about what I was going to do.

  “I thought…” I say, but he cuts me off.

  “You didn’t fucking think, Natalia, so don’t fucking lie to me. I told you just a moment ago that if you tried to run that I’d kill you, or were you not listening? Do you think that this is some sort of game?”

  “That’s exactly what it is to you!” I shout, rage taking over as I scream at him. I don’t have anything else to lose and I wonder if he knows it as clearly as I do. “I’m going to die and it’s just a fucking game to you! Staff without tongues, trainers working their asses off to get me in the best shape of my life so…what? So I can be hunted down and shot like an animal? Fuck!”

  I throw my hands up in anger but he doesn’t move.

  You know what?

  He’s going to kill me.

  Before I can try to form a coherent thought, I throw myself at him, my hands clenched tight into fists. I just want to hurt him. I want nothing more than to bring him a small bit of pain like what he’s brought me.

  There’s a tiny voice in the back of my head screaming at me that I’m probably making a terrible mistake, but I shove it away. Fuck it.

  Fuck him.

  Fuck this island, the people working here, even this stupid helicopter that gave me false hope. If I’m going to die today then I want to at least get in a few punches before I go.

  Chapter 14

  Marco

  Natalia lunges at me, fists swinging, blood running down her wrists. I hadn’t realized how badly she’d cut herself, but before I can even consider worrying about her, she’s on me, her fists pounding into my chest and my abs.

  “I fucking hate you!” She screams, hitting me as hard as she can. Little droplets of blood spray up and hit both of us in the face, but that doesn’t slow her down. She’s on a rampage now.

  The right thing would be to put her down like the rabid creature that she is. Any rabbit who doesn’t play by the rules is supposed to be dispatched right away, but there’s something about Natalia that I like.

  I don’t believe in love at first sight mostly because I don’t believe in love, but I want her. Killing her now would be such a waste.

  But if anyone in the building sees her acting like such a fucking fool then I know that I’m going to have some unholy shit to deal with. Before I can give much thought to what I’m doing or why I’m doing it, I grab her, throwing her up and over my shoulder.

  “Put me down! Fuck you, Marco! Put me down!” Now she has free access to hit my back and she does it with gusto as I walk around the helicopter and then gently set her back on the ground.

  Her face is so red that her freckles are almost invisible and her eyes snap with anger. While before I was able to admire the soft curve of her neck and the gentle air she had, now I can’t help the fact that I’m turned on by how pissed off she is.

  “Will you shut up?” I ask her, pushing her up against the helicopter. Her eyes fly open when she feels it at her back.

  “Why? So you won’t feel so bad about killing me? Want me to close my eyes and turn around, too? Would that make it easier for you?”

  “I have no problem looking people in the eyes when I kill them,” I tell her, and her face goes pale. “But that’s not what I want to do right now, so shut the fuck up, Natalia.”

  “Yeah? You talk a big game but when it comes time to actually do the deed you can’t do it? Got a little performance anxiety, Marco? You know they have pills for that now,” she taunts.

  Does she want to die? Is her life so bad that she honestly is willing to do and say anything to make me kill her?

  “Fuck, you’re annoying. I know something to put in your mouth to shut you up, though,” I tell her, imagining for a moment what it would be like to have my cock in her mouth.

  “I don’t know that it’s big enough to make me shut up. Pretty sure I could still talk around it,” she tells me.

  Enough. I grab her hand and pull it forward, shoving it to my crotch so that she has to grab me. I’m hard, ready for her, even if she doesn’t stop running her fucking mouth. She resists me at first, then her hand is wrapped around my cock.

  “Still think I couldn’t choke you with it?” I ask. “Maybe that’s how you’ll die one day, Natalia, slobbering on my cock until I shove it down your throat and you can’t breathe.”

  She narrows her eyes. “I’ll bite it off.”

  That makes me laugh. I can’t help but enjoy the fight in her, the way she’s not afraid to just keep pushing even though it’s not going to work out in her favor.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I ask her, reaching up and lightly tracing my fingers along her jaw. I’m breaking all the rules right now. Nobody is supposed to spend time like this with a rabbit, no matter what.

  Sure, you can show them around the island. You can help with training. You can even jerk one off when you watch them shower, but you’re not supposed to be with them.

  Not like this.

  Not like I suddenly want.

  “What are you doing?” She asks, fear thick in her voice. At the same time, though, her hand is still squeezed tightly around my cock. “Marco?”

  Her saying my name seems to break the spell and I suck in a breath, looking down at her. I’m breaking all the rules touching her like this, but I don’t want to stop. She’s just a stupid little rabbit, but she’s gotten under my skin.

  As I stand there and think about what to do, she continues to stroke my cock through my pants, running her hand up and down the length. I know that she’s getting blood all over me, but I don’t care. I don’t want her to stop.

  Without thinking what I’m doing and without thinking about the repercussions that I’m sure I’m going to face, I lean forward, grinding my hips into her. She sucks in a breath and pulls her hand out the way, reaching up and putting it on my shoulder.

  There’s no hesitation in her movement, which is something that’s driving me wild. The fact that she goes with the flow like this, so easily moving from trying to escape and thinking that she’s going to die to letting me press her into the side of the helicopter is too much to bear.

  It crosses my mind that Natalia might be just as crazy as I am and that sends a thrill running through my body.

  “Marco?” She asks, but I don’t want her to talk. Instead of listening to what else she has to say, I lean forward, pressing my lips against hers. It’s like there’s a magnet drawing me to her even though I know that it’s dangerous as fuck.

  I’m going to self-destruct, but I can’t help what I’m doing. I can’t help the fact that I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life. There have been other rabbits, sure, but not one that has ever gotten under my skin like this.

  She hesitates but suddenly kisses me back, her mouth hard and insistent on mine. Her lips open for me and I kiss her, sucking her tongue before biting her lower lip. Natalia cries out in pain, her fingers sinking into my shoulder, but then she lets me go, her
hand obviously hurting.

  I grab her hand and look at her fingertips, surprised at how bad the cuts are. She did a lot of damage hanging onto the helicopter to keep me from getting her and I lick them, the blood sharp and bright in my mouth.

  “What are you doing?” She asks, panting out the words. I can’t smell how turned on she is, not through her jeans, but I can see it. Her eyes are clear and bright, locked on me like she’s just waiting to see what else I’m going to do.

  “Giving you your punishment,” I growl. “Would you rather I just kill you? Because I promise you, that can easily be arranged.”

  She shakes her head just a little, keeping her eyes locked on me like she’s afraid to look away. I love that, love that I have this power over her and that I can use it to keep her under control.

  Yes, I told her that I’d kill her, but I honestly never thought that she would do anything to make me really want to do just that. I thought for sure that just the threat would be more than enough to keep her in line.

  But she needs something more.

  I lightly kiss her cheek, working my way along her jaw, which tightens when my lips touch her skin, then work my way down her neck, sliding my hand up and under her tank top at the same time.

  She sucks in a breath but doesn’t try to pull away from me. Not that she has anywhere to go, not when I have her pinned in place right where I want her, but I appreciate that she doesn’t even try to move.

  “Marco,” she whispers, my name coming out like a moan. As soon as she says my name like that she clamps her lips shut, obviously embarrassed.

  “It’s okay, Natalia,” I tell her. “You might as well enjoy this since it’s one of the only things on the island you get to enjoy.”

  Her breast is perky and firm and her nipple hardens immediately under my touch. She moans again, the sound heaven to my ears and I suddenly know that I can’t stand it any longer.

  Even though I want to show restraint, even though I’ve already made a big fucking mistake, I know that I can’t stop myself.

  I step away from her just enough to give me room to pull her top off, then I yank it over her head and throw it to the ground. Natalia’s breathing hard now, obviously as turned on as I am. She could cross her arms over her chest, but she doesn’t.

  She could try to stop me, but she doesn’t.

  I’m glad, because nothing can stop me.

  Not now.

  Chapter 15

  Natalia

  I shouldn’t be doing this. I know that and yet I can’t seem to get my body to pay attention to what my mind is saying. Even as I stand in front of Marco, almost naked, I don’t think that I could move to get away if my life depended on it.

  I wanted him from the moment I first saw him in the restaurant. I’m not proud of that, but I felt a longing for him like I’ve never felt for anyone before. Maybe it was because he was so fucking dangerous and I knew that I shouldn’t want him.

  Maybe it was because I knew, somehow, that he was going to push me to the brink and then shove me over it. My whole life I’ve been looking for something to really make me feel alive.

  I just didn’t think that it would take something like this to make me feel this way.

  He grabs my hip, pulling me to him, then easily snaps the back of my bra with his free hand before yanking it away and throwing it to the ground. His eyes fill with lust and longing and I feel myself growing wet.

  It’s like I don’t know what’s bad for me, I think, but what Marco does next pushes all coherent thought out of my head.

  He bends down, cupping one breast before taking my nipple in his mouth. Immediately, I arch my back, wrapping my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. It feels so fucking good, his tongue lazily licking around my nipple, the sharp feel of his teeth as he nibbles me.

  “Oh, fuck,” I say, panting, as he stands back up, a lazy grin on his face. “Oh, fuck, what am I doing? We can’t do this.”

  “I can do whatever I want,” he tells me, kissing me again. This time, he forks his hand through my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my neck to his hot kisses and nips. I let out a soft moan and reach back down, feeling his cock through his jeans.

  It’s been so damn long since I got laid…and I’m about to die soon anyway. What’s the harm in one more fuck, especially one where the cock is this big? Without asking permission or allowing myself any time to really think about what I’m doing, I unbutton his pants and undo his zipper, reaching in to pull out his cock.

  It’s hard and thick and he thrusts forward when I grab him, his smooth skin hot in my hand. Immediately, any doubt about what the fuck I’m doing disappears from my mind and I fall to the ground in front of him, ready to worship his cock.

  “Suck it,” he tells me. “But I’m not going to come in your pretty little mouth, Natalia.” He runs his thumb across my lip as he speaks to me and then guides my head to his cock. “Take all of me.”

  I don’t know that I can but my mouth is watering and I’m ready to try. Without giving myself a chance to think about it, I lean forward, slipping his cock in my mouth. Immediately he cries out and bucks forward, his thick shaft slipping down my throat.

  God, it feels so good. I grab at him, cupping his balls in one hand, digging my nails into his thigh with the other. My fingers still ache from being cut but I don’t care about that. I only want to feel him in me, and unless he’s willing to fuck me, this is as good as it gets.

  Marco keeps his hand on the back of my head, guiding me and making sure that I go as deep as possible with every suck. I lick up and down his shaft, taking my time on his head and making sure to really suck it hard. It’s thick and smooth, the bulb fat on my tongue and I find myself closing my eyes and moaning at the feeling of him in me.

  “You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth,” Marco tells me, suddenly shoving my head forward. I gasp, his cock ramming into the soft part of my throat and start to gag, but he slips out of my mouth before I feel sick.

  “But I think that you’ll look better with my cock in your cunt.” He suddenly pulls me up. My legs are weak and shaky and he supports me while stripping me out of my jeans.

  I’m embarrassed to see that my underwear is soaking with my desire and my face burns hot when he holds them up to his face and smells them, breathing in the scent of my cunt as deeply as possible.

  “If I’d had known all this time that you would get this wet for me then I wouldn’t have waited,” he remarks, dropping them down to the ground.

  “I…” I begin, but he grins, kissing me once more. His lips crash against mine and then he turns me, pushing me forward so that I have to catch myself on the helicopter. My legs spread of their own accord and I suck in a sharp breath when I feel his cock pressing against my inner thigh.

  “This is probably going to hurt,” he tells me, speaking as calmly as someone would when talking about the weather. “But I want you dripping with my come.”

  A bit of panic shoots through my body but there’s absolutely nothing that I can do to stop what’s about to happen. If I’m honest with myself, I’m not sure that I want it to stop.

  My fingers ache, my hands are cold pressed up against the outside of the helicopter but fuck, I don’t want him to stop. My breathing hitches a little when I feel him slide his cock between his legs, his thick bulb right at my opening.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he says, his voice dark and controlling in my ear.

  Instead of answering right away, I grit my teeth, unsure of what I should do. I’m not even supposed to be in this position, but at this point, I do want him to fuck me. That’s insane, and I know how crazy it sounds but I also know that I want his cock in me.

  I want Marco to take me. Without telling him that, though, I rock back a little, feeling his bulb separate my lips. A moan escapes my mouth and I try to push back farther, to take more of him, but he grabs my hips and holds me roughly in place.

  “I didn’t hear what you said,” he tells
me, reaching around my front to rub my clit. “Was there something that you want to say to me?”

  Pleasure starts to shoot through my body as he touches me, his fingers rolling and rubbing my clit as I pant and then lean forward, resting my cheek on the helicopter.

  I can feel my toes start to curl, but I have a pretty good feeling that he’s not going to give me the release I need until I ask him for it.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I finally gasp out, hating myself for it.

  As soon as the words are out of my mouth, he slams into me, his cock filling me as he pushes me forward to lean against the helicopter. I cry out at the sudden intrusion of his cock, but it doesn’t hurt.

  It just fills me, stretching my walls, making me pants. The metal of the helicopter is cool against my cheek and I lean against it, unable to push myself away from it any longer.

  He thrusts into me, his huge cock opening my cunt for him, its length hitting every single nerve that I have. I want to turn around and see him, want to keep my eyes open, but they close involuntarily as he fucks me.

  I push back on him, fighting him as he fucks me, making him work for it. His hard length slips easily in and out of me because I’m so wet, my juice dripping down my thigh.

  “I knew from the moment I saw you that I needed my cock in your pussy,” he tells me and I moan again.

  I can’t seem to form any coherent words, but that doesn’t matter to Marco. He’s fucking me hard, like him taking me is the one thing that he’s been waiting his whole life to do.

  And my body responds to it. I feel pleasure threading through me, the incredible sensation of waves of pleasure starting to form and wash over me. “Don’t stop,” I pant, bracing my hands on the helicopter. “Fuck! Don’t stop!”

  “Don’t you come yet, Natalia,” he says, slowing his stroking. I writhe under him, trying to get him to speed back up and push me over the edge faster, but he starts taking his time, obviously enjoying how I’m rocking on his cock. “I’m not ready for you to come just yet.”