Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Cash

My body is on autopilot. My feet hit the forest floor like I’m running from a madman, and I feel alive. I’ve never fucked in the woods before. It’s always been a no-go with the label and Pete. The risk of someone following me and publicizing it all was too great. It probably still is, but I don’t care. Right now, all I can think about is how fucking fantastic it will be to get fucked like a piece of meat. Guess the location is fitting to be fucked like an animal.

I turn my head, but I don’t see Gunner behind me. Disappointment racks my mind. Perhaps he’s driven off. Guess I shouldn’t be so shocked. During our first genuine conversation, I told him I wanted him to pretend to rape me.

I fill my lungs with fresh air, walking among the pretty trees, when I hit a hard, warm body.

Gunner.

My heart accelerates from the rush of being near Gunner and the anticipation of what he’ll do to me.

Gunner steps up to me, closing the small space between us. He leans his head forward, his hot breath on the delicate part of my ear. He doesn’t say a word. The only sound from his lips is a visceral growl that sends a chill along my spine. I step back, and he moves forward.

“What do we have here? Hasn’t anyone told you that there are big bad wolves in the forest that would like nothing better than to eat little girls like you?”

My mouth goes dry, and my heart beats so fast that it’s in danger of jumping out of my chest. I’m unsure if I should fall on my knees and beg to suck Gunner’s cock or run and extend the game of cat and mouse.

I’ve had experience of being fucked roughly, but I don’t know how to do foreplay. The male prostitutes didn’t seem to have the same imagination as the females. But the words that fall from Gunner’s mouth may as well be a vibrator directly on my clit.

“I’m a little disappointed you’re not putting up much of a fight.” Gunner’s hand creeps behind my neck.

My eyes flutter shut as anticipation rises in my stomach of what this man will make me feel.

“Cat got your tongue, Sparrow?” Gunner fists my hair and yanks it back, forcing me to peer up at him. “Maybe we can loosen it up.”

I smirk at him before my fist connects with his stomach. Gunner abandons my hair and loses his footing for a moment as he stumbles back. Taking the opportunity, I run. For a moment, I worry if I’ve hurt him, then realize that’s the game he signed up for. Rough, no-holds-barred sex that will leave our bodies tired, battered, and bruised.

Gunner growls loudly from behind me. “When I catch you, Sparrow, I’m going to fuck you. Hard and fast.”

I run, glad I wore sneakers instead of ballet flats. My body dances between the trees, avoiding low-hanging branches as I maneuver further away from Gunner. Laughter bubbles within me and bursts in waves at the sense of freedom. Who knew a little game of animalistic sex would allow me to breathe?

Hiding behind a large oak, I peek out toward Gunner’s direction. The man is utterly sexy as he darts through the woods searching for me. My gaze lands on his brawny, tattooed arms. Intricate patterns and images mesh together to create a masterpiece. I’ve always wanted a tattoo, but the label insisted I never get one. The idea of having a work of art that has importance to me on my skin has always seemed beautiful.

Gunner’s eyes land on mine, and my entire body ignites with desperate need. He stalks toward me, a predator with a singular mission to make his prey submit. His long legs pounce, and he stands a few feet in front of me. I leap out to run, but he lunges and tackles me. My body hits the ground, and his hard ridges and edges land on top. He grabs my wrists in one large hand and pins them above my head.

Gunner’s fingers trail lightly down my neck before he fists my shirt collar. He tears my shirt from my body, revealing my lace bra. Grabbing my left breast, he squeezes. “You have any idea what large tits like this do to a man? All I want to do is sink my teeth into them.”

I moan at the image of his teeth grazing my flesh. The anticipation of pain increases the dampness between my legs.

Gunner laughs, using his knee to spread my legs and pushing it against my clit, coercing a moan from my lips. “Look at you, desperate to be filled by my cock.” He grins as I grind my pussy against him.

I groan in frustration as he moves his knee, putting an end to the sensations on my clit.

“Not so fast, my pretty little whore.”

I scream as I fight his hold. I kick my legs, managing to make contact with my feet to his chest, but he doesn’t move. “Oh, Sparrow, the more you fight, the more I’m going to assume you want me to make it hurt.”

Oh, God. The mouth on this man. I could probably come from him just talking to me. He grips my chin and his fingers dig into my skin, making me wince in the most delicious way. I like the edge of pain, the balance of hate and violence laced in sex. “Aren’t you just a dirty little slut needing Daddy to fill your pretty holes?”

“Yes,” I pant.

Gunner trails kisses between my breasts down to my pubic bone. “I’m going to let go of your arms, and you’re going to lie still. If you move or try to run, I’ll be very upset.” He bites my skin, making me yelp. “And you don’t want to see what I’ll do to you if you piss me off.” His hand moves up my body, and his thumb and index finger flirt with my nipple, pinching gently. “Do you understand?” When I don’t respond as quickly as Gunner likes, he twists my nipples, and I scream. “When I ask you a question, you answer, slut.”

My screams of blissful agony fill the surrounding area, but I refuse to satisfy Gunner by saying what he wants to hear. I want to unleash the most feral version of him. I’ve never been so turned on, my need so palpable, so lost in the scenario that everything that’s fucked up in my life has faded into the background.

Gunner rises and straddles me. His eyes smolder with lust and desire, matching the emotions unlocked in me. He continues the pressure on my nipple while his other hand releases my wrists. For a moment, I’m disappointed, thinking he’s ending the game and my figurative opium rush. But then he grabs my neck and pushes so violently that I gasp for breath.

His eyes lock on my face, and his lips turn up in a pretty smile. “I want you to hit my leg if this is too much.”

My heart blooms at his concern for me, something I’ve rarely experienced. I nod to let him know I understand so he doesn’t have to break the scene.