Chapters (72)
- Dedication
- Prey Island Map
- PROLOGUE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- CREED
- SIX
- BILLIE
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- JIRO
- TWELVE
- BILLIE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- ROW
- TWENTY-TWO
- BILLIE
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- ACHILLES
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- CREED
- THIRTY-NINE
- BILLIE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- ROW
- FIFTY
- BILLIE
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- TO CONTINUE THE ADVENTURE…
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- ALSO BY KENDRA
He reaches up and covers my hand. “And yet that’s what you found, rabbit,” he purrs before nipping my chin where he hovers over me. “Now be a good girl and let me fuck you. I’ll play nice.”
I narrow my eyes. “Liar.”
He grins. “But you’ll beg me for it,” he promises. “I don’t do anything without consent.”
I hesitate. The look in his eyes tells me he may very well fulfill his promise to imprint on my soul, but some part of me wants that. This island will mark me for the rest of my days. Why not let them mark me as well? Why not have some good memories?
“Fine,” I grumble.
“Fine, what?” he asks, seeking clarification.
“Fine, I want you to fuck me.” I sniff. “I’m starting to think you were raised by wolves.”
He leans in and brushes his lips against mine. “I was raised by the wild, rabbit,” he breathes. “So don’t expect me to be tame.”
“All this talk is gonna make for a great let down,” I growl. “Better hope you can put your money where your mouth is.”
He grins. “Oh, I intend to.”
He dips down again, swirling his tongue expertly around my clit, so different from what he’d done before. Asshole. He’s playing games, getting some sick satisfaction out of torturing me, and when I start to shake and mew from my orgasm closing in, he changes directions, focusing on something else and leaving me wanting.
“You bastard,” I growl, desperate for release.
In response, he slides a finger into me and curls, dragging the orgasm from me at his request, showing me how in control of my body he is. I shake and tremble as I cry out, clawing at his hair with my one free hand.
“You come when I say you come,” he growls as he climbs up my body. “You scream when I say you scream.”
“You don’t own me,” I grit out, wanting to hook my legs around his waist but unable to because of the boots and pants I still have wrapped around my ankles. I start kicking at them, desperate to get them off. I’m successful getting the right foot off but the left is stubborn, the laces too tight to slip free, so my pants end up all wrapped around my left leg. It still lets me wrap my legs around him.
“I will eat you whole, rabbit,” he promises.
“How?” I ask. “You’re no wolf. You’re just a deer waiting for the female to present herself.”
He grins. “And present yourself you did,” he purrs, making my stomach quiver. “But only one of us has a magnificent rack.”