Page 171 of Adam
“You should’ve run faster.”
“You’re a dick,” I hiss.
He pulls me closer by the throat until his lips brush mine. “Run your mouth again and I’ll put it to use.”
“Fuck you.”
He smiles like the devil. “That’s the idea.”
He drags me through the dirt, hauling me like a sack beneath the gnarled limbs of some old tree, then forces me to my knees.
He rips the bloodied wraps off with his teeth, eyes never leaving mine. Then he grabs my wrists, yanks them up, and binds them tight to the thick root overhead. The fabric bites into my skin. A broken sound slips out before I can swallow it, and I hate that he hears it.
“Scared now?” he growls.
My breathing comes out shallow through my nostrils.
“No.”
He bites down on the other wrap and pulls it loose with his teeth like before. Then he shoves it between my lips, forcing my jaw open, and knots it tight behind my head. The fabric digs in, muffling my breath and stealing my voice.
He grips my minidress with both hands and tears it open with one brutal move, leaving me bare beneath his gaze.
He slowly steps back, savoring seeing me this way.
I stare up at him, breathing hard while my arms are held tight above me, my teeth biting into the cloth. I want to fight, but there’s nowhere to go, nothing to reach.
I’m bound. Exposed. Completelyhis.
And fuck, I’m already soaking wet and so eager for him.
He crouches in front of me. His hand clamps around my jaw, smearing warm blood across my skin. His eyes light up with twisted satisfaction.
“Such a brave, filthy girl.”
I shake my head.
“You wanted to see this part of me,” he growls. “Now you’ll deal with it.”
He leans in and presses his mouth to my ear.
“Every. Fucking. Inch.”
He drags his mouth along my neck, biting harder each time until the skin burns. When he reaches my shoulder, he sinks his teeth in, hard enough to hurt. His hands are already pulling at his waistband, pushing everything down without breaking contact.
He gets his pants down, his cock already leaking against my soaked panties.
Oh, God …
He leans in again, his lips grazing my ear.
“Mine,” he growls, tearing my underwear apart with a brutal pull.
He forces his bloodied hand between my thighs and smears it over my pussy like he’s defiling me. His blood soaks into my skin, making me gasp in surprise.
He licks his fingers one by one, tasting what he’s done to me, what he’s made me into. Then he kisses me, expecting me to kiss him back even with his fucking wristband shoved between my teeth.
He grabs my hips and grinds against me, like he’s already inside me. His breath is rough in my ear.
