8. Matias

8

MATIAS

T he night has come, and with it, the call of my twisted desires. I seek out my rabbit, dragging her from her hovel of a cell, ready to resume our sick game. I know she also feels that sick, sweet pull toward me. Her body betrayed her before, and it will again.

Kali tries to hide her fear as I lead her down the dark corridor.

"You know, this place would be perfect for a horror movie. The creepy villain takes the final girl down a dark, lonely tunnel. Cliché, but effective." Her voice trembles despite the faux lightness in her tone.

Her words grate on me like nails on glass. Does she think her weak attempts at lightheartedness will save her from what's coming? I tighten my grip on her arm, a silent warning.

I stop and turn to face her. "You've got no idea how right you are. You're starring in your own horror movie. And I'm the monster who will make it real for you."

She swallows, her bravado faltering. Good. She needs to be reminded of her place.

As we near the opening, the scent of the forest fills our noses. I push Kali through, feeling her delicate body resist for a fleeting moment before she steps outside. Her soft intake of breath tells me she's expecting the worst. That anticipation is exactly what I want to cultivate. It's what makes this game so delectable.

Once outside, I step closer, watching her back stiffen. Her fear is like a drug, and I intend to get my fix.

"Now, it's just you and me. Time to play." My voice drops to a growl.

Kali's eyes light up with fear and desire as I issue my command. "Run, rabbit. Run."

Her body tenses, ready to spring into action, but she hesitates, torn between her fear and the allure of my touch. I can practically feel the electricity crackling between us.

Without warning, I trail my fingers along her arm, eliciting a shiver. "What's the matter? Don't you want to play?"

Kali sucks in a sharp breath, her gaze flickering between my face and my hand. I can see the battle within her—the desire to flee warring with the temptation to give in.

"I...I don't understand," she whispers.

I laugh, closing the distance between us until I can feel her trembling against me. "Understand this: I want you to run. I want to chase you, to hunt you down." My fingers trail up to her throat, my thumb caressing her pulse point. "And when I catch you..."

Kali's breath catches, and I can see the conflict in her eyes. She's afraid, but there's also a glimmer of desire that calls to the predator within me.

Without another word, I step back, my hand falling from her skin. "Run, Kali. Run."

This time, she doesn't hesitate. With a small, strangled sound, she turns and darts into the forest, her footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night.

I stand there, watching her go, a smile curving my lips.

Adrenaline surges through me as I give chase, my long strides quickly eating up the distance between us. Kali is fast, but I'm faster, driven by an insatiable hunger that nothing else can satisfy.

The trees blur around us as we weave through them, Kali's terrified gasps spurring me on. I can see the desperation in her movements and how she pushes herself to the limits of endurance.

But I'm not content to catch her. No, I want to prolong this game, to savor every moment of her fear and the sweet, delicious anticipation of her capture.

So I hold back, letting her gain a little ground, watching as she dares to hope she might escape. And then, with a burst of speed, I close the distance, my fingers brushing against her hair as she darts away.

Her steps falter as she realizes there is no escape. Slowing to a stop, she braces herself against a tree, her chest heaving. Stepping out from the shadows, I watch her face pale as she registers my presence. She's magnificent, wild-eyed, and breathless, her hair tangled from running.

I let her see the cuffs in my hand, holding them up so the metal gleams in the moonlight. Her eyes widen, and her chest rises and falls rapidly as she processes what will happen.

"Please..." she whispers. Not a plea for mercy but a desperate begging to be fulfilled.

I stalk toward her, taking my time, relishing her growing apprehension. "You know what I want. Give it to me."

Her eyes flash with defiance, but it's a poor disguise for her true nature. Her gaze drops to my lips, giving her away.

"I'm going to cuff you," I growl, stepping closer. "I'm going to take control. Do you want that?"

A shudder runs through her, and she bites her lip, her body instinctively swaying toward me.

"Answer me," I demand.

"Yes," she breathes, her resistance crumbling. "Yes, please."

I smirk, my thumb finding the pulse point on her throat once more. "Say it again. Describe to me exactly what you want."

"I want..." she pauses, hesitating as if ashamed. "I want you to cuff me. I want you to take me." Her voice is little more than a whisper, but it sends a rush of heat through me.

I move swiftly then, capturing her wrists and pulling them behind her back. The cold metal of the cuffs clicks into place, securing her. She makes a small, satisfied sound as I tighten them, her head falling back in surrender.

Her eyes are bright with anticipation as I tug on her bound wrists, positioning her how I want her. Her knees hit the forest floor, and she looks up at me, her expression a mixture of fear and want.

I step forward, crouch down, my breath hot against her face, and claim her mouth in a kiss that steals the air from her lungs. She moans into my mouth, her body arching toward me, but I hold her firmly in place, one hand in her hair.

"You're mine now, little rabbit," I murmur against her lips. "All mine."

Her lips are soft and pliant beneath mine, and I revel in the feel of her surrender.

Both of us are panting when I break the kiss. Kali's eyes are hooded, dark orbs that lure me in.

Stepping back, I free my straining cock from the confines of my pants. It springs free, eager for her attention. Her gaze drops, and I know she's anticipating my next move. Her lips part as her tongue darts out to moisten them.

"Open up," I command.

She hesitates, and in that moment, my patience snaps. I step forward and grasp her chin, forcing her mouth open with my fingers. "Don't test me," I warn, my eyes locking with hers. " Obey."

Her eyes spark with defiance, but it's quickly doused as I spit in her open mouth.

She whimpers, her body trembling in anticipation.

"Swallow my spit," I demand.

The filthy, willing little slut swallows, and I groan, my cock twitching. God, she's perfect. I tighten my grip on her chin, forcing her to look up at me as I revel in the raw power of this moment. Her big brown doe eyes are locked on me.

"You're a dirty fucking whore, aren't you, baby?" I demand, my voice a low, rough growl. "I bet your cunt is so fucking wet right now."

She doesn't answer, but her mouth is still parted, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. I grab her hair hard, and she whimpers softly, helplessly.

"Suck it," I command, positioning the head of my cock at her lips.

She parts them, and I groan as the wet heat of her mouth engulfs me. Her tongue swirls delicately, teasing me, and I have to remind myself to hold back, to make this last. This is a game of power, and I intend to win.

I begin to move, my hips thrusting as I slide in and out of her mouth. Her eyes drift closed, and I tighten my grip on her hair, forcing them open again. "Look at me. I want to see your eyes while I fuck your mouth."

She keens softly at my vulgar words, and I smirk. Her face is flushed, her lips swollen, and she's never looked more beautiful. I could lose myself in this moment—in the feel of her mouth and her throat's tightness. But I have more planned for my obedient girl.

Withdrawing, I take a few steps back, enjoying the confusion that flits across her face. "Stay," I command.

Her eyes are locked on mine, shining with tears, but she remains kneeling, her mouth wet and swollen, as I pace in front of her. Her breath comes in small pants, and her breasts rise and fall with each rapid inhale.

"It's about time I fucked you like you deserve."

I watch her intently, waiting for the fear to turn to desire—that exact moment when she begs me to stop but secretly yearns for me to continue.

"Please, don't," she pleads, her voice shaking.

I smirk. "Your eyes give you away. They always do." My lips caress her ear as I whisper, "Tell me you don't want this."

She swallows, her body stiffening as I nuzzle her neck, savoring her scent. "I..." she begins, her breath catching. "I don't--"

But she can't finish. I know she doesn't mean those words.

Stepping back, I position myself behind her and unfasten the cuffs, admiring the way her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath.

Roughly, I push her onto her hands and knees and lift her skirt, baring her to me. She's exposed and vulnerable, and the sight sends a rush of power through me.

I don't hesitate. Sliding my hand between her thighs, I probe her pussy with my fingers, groaning at the slickness. "Fuck, you're soaked," I growl. "You want this, don't you? You've been aching for it."

Her head falls forward, her breath coming in quick gasps as my fingers delve deeper, claiming her. "Please..." she whimpers, her body trembling.

I know she's begging for more, for the release only I can give her. With her wetness coating my fingers, I thrust them into her, feeling her clench around me. "That's it. Relax."

Her body bows, her knees digging into the forest floor as she yields to my touch. I curl my fingers, seeking the spot that will obliterate her resistance, and she cries out, her walls clenching rhythmically. "More," she pants.

I withdraw my hand and wrap it around her throat, enjoying her small sound of protest. "Not yet, baby. I didn't say you could come." I bask in the confusion and frustration that flit across her face as she glances at me over her shoulder. "You come only when I say so, understand?" Oh, how I love that wild spirit of hers.

With a rough shove, I push Kali's shoulders down, pinning her to the ground and rendering her utterly helpless. Beautiful.

I kneel behind her, taking a moment to admire the sight of her vulnerable body splayed out before me. Her chest heaves with anticipation, her skin luminous in the moonlight. Perfect.

Grabbing her hips, my fingers dig into her soft flesh as I position myself at her entrance. I want her to feel every inch of me, to know who owns her. With a growl, I thrust forward, burying myself deep inside her in one brutal stroke.

A strangled cry escapes her throat as her body stretches to accommodate my cock. I pause, relishing the feeling of her cunt enveloping me before beginning to move with deliberate, savage thrusts.

Kali's breath comes in sharp gasps, her body jerking with each powerful stroke. "Oh, God," she moans, her head tossing from side to side. "Please...please..."

"Please, what? Use your words for me, baby."

"Harder," she whimpers. "Please, harder."

I smirk, my hands gripping her hips tighter as I begin to pound into her with the force she craves. "That's it. Beg for it."

Her cries fill the night air as I give her what she wants, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. Her body trembles, every muscle taut, as she struggles to maintain her sanity.

Leaning down, I nip at her shoulder, marking her as mine. "Mine," I growl, the possessiveness in my voice undeniable.

"Yours," she gasps, her body arching against mine. "All yours."

With a triumphant smile, I increase my pace, my hips slamming into hers as I drive her toward her release. "Come for me," I command. "Let me feel that perfect pussy shatter around my cock."

Kali's body goes rigid, every muscle taut as a bowstring as she teeters on the precipice. Her pussy clenches around me like a vise. With an animalistic roar, I surrender to the pleasure, thrusting wildly into her. Her walls flutter and pulse, milking my cock as her release crashes over her, and I feel her pussy squirt. The sensation sends me over the edge, and I let out a savage growl, biting her neck so hard I puncture the skin.

She shrieks at the pain, her body convulsing beneath me as I keep slamming into her, draining every drop of cum deep in her pussy. Marking my mate. I collapse over her back, her body limp beneath me, as I feel her heart pounding against my chest. My breath comes in ragged gasps, and my lips curl into a triumphant smile.

I've claimed her.

The thought sends a thrill of dark satisfaction through me. I've shattered her resistance, ignited a desire she can't deny, and reduced her to a quivering mess. But this is only the beginning. I'll make her crave me, need me, until she can't imagine a life without me.

Slowly, I withdraw from her body, enjoying the way she shudders at the loss. I want her to feel empty without me, craving the fullness only I can provide.

I pull her to her feet. For a moment, she looks almost innocent, like a sated kitten, but the illusion is shattered as her gaze meets mine. Desire still burns bright in those dark depths—a desire that matches mine.

"I think we're done here for tonight."

She nods mutely, her eyes lowering as shame creeps in.

I lead her back through the forest and into the tunnel. In the tunnel's darkness, she entwines her fingers with mine as if seeking reassurance. It's a simple gesture, but it speaks to the complex dynamics of our relationship .

"Matias..." she begins, her voice soft and hesitant.

I yank her against me. "Shh, don't speak."

I lead Kali through the dark tunnel, her fingers intertwined with mine. The feel of her touch is unexpected, a softness that seems at odds with the brutality of our encounter. Yet, I can't deny how it tugs at something deep within me.

As we approach the cell, I pause, reluctant to let her hand go. I find myself craving this fragile connection we've forged, born of violence and lust. I turn to face her, searching her eyes for any sign of the defiance that had once burned so brightly. Now, I see only weariness, a resignation that stirs an unfamiliar emotion within me.

Reaching out, I tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering on the softness of her skin. "You did well, baby," I murmur.

Kali's gaze darts away, her cheeks flushing with what I can only assume is a mixture of shame and pride. I can't help but wonder what thoughts are swirling behind those captivating eyes.

Reluctantly, I pull my hand away, the loss of her warmth leaving me feeling strangely bereft. "Get some rest. I'll see you soon enough."

With a gentle push, I guide her through the door and back into the confines of the cell. Watching her, I feel a pang of something akin to regret. This girl has managed to burrow her way beneath my skin in a way no other woman has.

Turning, I make my way back through the tunnel, my steps heavy with a weight I can't quite explain. The memory of her fingers entwined with mine lingers, a ghostly touch that seems to sear my skin. I clench my fist, trying to capture that sensation, to hold onto it.

But it slips through my grasp, like sand through my fingers. A faint growl escapes my lips as I realize how much power this girl holds over me. It's a weakness I can't afford, a vulnerability I must eliminate.

Yet, there's something about Kali that sets her apart and calls to the darkness within me, even as it sparks a glimmer of something else entirely.

I shake my head, trying to clear the thoughts that threaten to consume me. I need to focus, to regain control. Kali is mine; I'll do whatever it takes to keep her that way. Although, I don't think Ileana will agree. In a month or so, she'll be put up for auction. And then, I'll have to face reality or rip Ileana's fucking throat out with my teeth. The latter sounds the most enticing.

I stalk through the dark halls of the compound, unable to quiet my thoughts.

But as I enter my shit hole of a room, I sense of unease settles over me. The thought of another man touching Kali fills me with a rage so intense it nearly chokes me. She's mine, damn it. I've marked her, claimed her.

I pace the room like a caged animal, my fists clenching and unclenching as I try to quell the storm. Kali is mine. Even if it means defying Ileana, even if it means tearing this whole fucking cartel apart with my bare hands .

I'll do whatever it takes to keep her by my side, to claim her as my own. Because in this twisted, fucked-up world, she's the only thing that makes sense.

And I'll be damned if I let her go without a fight.