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“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” She doesn’t know that her defiance is something I want her to give me. I want her to throw some insults my way and most of all, I want her to tell me to fuck off.

It fuels my desire to make her bleed even bigger.

“And who the fuck asked you?” I look around and hold out my hands to show her there is nobody here. She catches onto my sarcasm and closes her eyes in response. Her lungs take a deep breath, and when her gaze locks onto mine again…I attack.

I run towards her, and because the ground is soft and slightly muddy, I slide across. My feet kick her ankles, and she falls on her stomach. A couple of seconds can mean everything in my world—and I utilize this momentum. While I grab her hard by her shirt and yank her upwards, I see the knife behind her and grab that as well. She is trying to escape from my grasp, but it’s futile.

I have my sights set on her, and if God himself came down and told me to release her—I would laugh in his face.

I slam her against the tree and hold her there with my hand firmly around her throat. No words can escape from her pretty mouth as I’m choking the life out of her. I need her frightened and begging for her life while I bring her to the brink of it by denying her a release.

I bring the knife down her luscious body and stop at her entrance. I let it glide over her pants, and I’d bet all of my billions that she is so fucking wet right now. Time to test, shall we?

“You wanted to feel alive? Didn’t you?” I spit in her face, and I inch closer to it. My nose is touching hers, and I’m dying to ravage her mouth with my tongue. I talk myself down from doing that, as she doesn’t deserve my kisses.

She doesn’t need to tell me anything because her eyes are doing the talking—blinking like never before. Her body shakes, and I feel her swallowing as her throat bobs against my hand.

I bring my mouth to her ear and whisper in it, “If you try to do anything, it’ll be the last thing you do.”

She widens her eyes, and I don’t miss the small nod she gives me. I release her throat, and she starts coughing.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she asks me as I bring myself to my knees. I don’t answer her, and I yank down her pants—along with her black panties. Her bare pussy is what dreams are made of. A small gust of wind comes along, and she shivers a bit.

I look up at her with pleading eyes. “Do you want to feel warm?”

“I don’t think so, you fucking per–”

Fuck it.

I need one taste.

And I need her to try to kill me and humiliate me.

I don’t like being talked down to, except for Lana.

Only she can degrade me.

I tap her right leg, and she immediately knows what needs to be done—plant her right leg on my shoulder. And she does it without hesitation.

Her cunt is beautiful, and I dive in.

I flatten my tongue and lick the entire area. My left hand is digging into her left ass-cheek, leaving marks. She revels in the pain as she is beyond caring right now—screaming like an animal. I push her over the edge by moving my head up and down, lightly going over her clit. Then her hands are in my hair, and she is tugging on it as her life depends on it. Lana is pushing my face further into her pussy—begging for more.

“Scream so my team hears you,” I say to her between breaths.

“Then do your job, good boy.” Her voice is dripping in venom and seduction. The low hums in her voice are making my dick strain so hard against my pants, but I need to take care of her first.

I stop lapping her up and make an O with my mouth, and go to fucking town. I place my mouth over her clit and make her see stars. I suck her clit into my mouth and hold it there while my tongue is massaging it. The wet and sloppy sounds are so fucking loud it’s filling up my entire estate.

“Fuck, I’m coming. Good fucking boy!” Her voice breaks, and it splinters into a sharp wail. It’s a flawless melody of total surrender—a jagged note of unadulterated submission. Her shaky legs and cries prove she belongs to me, body and soul, no matter how much she hates it.

“Right fucking there! Put your mouth to good use!”

I fucking won’t. I pull out of her and push her leg off my shoulder. Once I am up, she slaps me hard across the face. I place my hand over my cheek and smile.

“I don’t think so,” I tell her, and she doesn’t know what I mean.

She. Will.