The Perfect Fit
: Chapter 33

I know she’s down here. I can fucking smell her. Her fear. Her arousal. I lick my lips and taste her in the air.

I step further into the brightly lit garage, seeking a glimpse of her. “Come out and I might make it easier on you.”

Silence.

She’s good at this. The first time I hunted Xander, he gave himself up because he couldn’t stand the terror of waiting for me to replace him. He said it was better to face the consequences than think about what they might be.

My fingers curl around the worn leather of my switchblade. I never would have gotten it from my room if I’d known I’d be chasing Lily instead of Xander. But now I have it, and she’s in here somewhere. Pure adrenaline thunders through my veins, making my cock throb as well as my temples. There’s no stopping this thing now. Not unless she says her safe word.

Walking along the center of the garage, I glance up and down the rows of cars. “Where are you, buttercup?” I tilt my head, straining to hear some sound from her. Her breathing or maybe a movement, but there’s not a peep. She really is good at this. I pass by the silver Porsche and smile. But not good enough. Part of her sneaker is reflected in the rim of the 911 Turbo.

My heart rate slows, and I close my eyes for a second, savoring the moment before I let her know she’s beat. My chest tightens and my balls draw up as I round the black SUV she’s crouching behind. I figure I have one more second until she realizes I’m onto her and runs. I want her to run. I want her to fight too.

I take a few steps closer, and she bolts, darting out from between the cars so fast she’s practically a blur. But I was anticipating her every move, and she’s nowhere near quick enough to escape me. She’s racing toward the elevator when I tackle her and throw her against the hood of the Bugatti. She lands with a thud and lets out a yelp, but I cut the sound short with my hand around her throat. “Gotcha, buttercup.”

Pushing her back, I wedge myself between her thighs. With both hands, she shoves at my chest. I don’t budge. A heady mix of excitement, pure animal lust, and the triumph of victory pumps through my veins. I feel fucking invincible right now. A truck couldn’t move me from between her legs. Only one thing has that power, and I glare at her, daring her to say it.

“Fuck you!” She spits out the words, her eyes dark and full of anger-tinged desire.

“No.” I fist my hand in the front of her dress and pull hard, tearing it down the middle and exposing her panties and bare tits. “But I am gonna fuck you.”

“The fuck you will,” she screeches, lashing out with her arms and legs and scratching my lip in the process. It stings, and I dart out my tongue and taste blood.

“Oh, Lily, you’re going to regret that.” Widening my stance so her legs are spread so far apart that she has no leverage to kick, I tighten my grip on her throat and slam her head back, pinning her to the car with brute strength.

Her hands curl into talons and she lashes out again. Before she makes contact, I grab both her wrists with one hand and pull a pair of cuffs from my back pocket with the other. I snap them open, and her eyes go wide.

“This ain’t my first rodeo, buttercup. You think I wouldn’t stop off and get a few little surprises for you? Like I told you upstairs, I love it when you fight.” I pull her up and pin her wrists behind her back with ease before slapping the cuffs on her. She struggles throughout, screaming at me to stop as I push her back against the hood, crushing her arms under her. Now she’s trapped and completely at my mercy.

“No! Stop!” she protests, her head whipping from side to side.

I adjust my grip on her throat so I can hold her head still. “You will fucking look at me when I fuck you, Lily.”

She hisses like a feral kitten. “You’re a fucking animal.”

My cock leaks in my pants. I knew she’d fight a little, it’s only natural, but this is way more than that. This goes a whole lot deeper than the innate human reaction to danger.

“Yes, I fucking am, buttercup.” I tug her panties aside, tearing a hole in the fabric. “And you have no fucking idea how hard it makes me to see you like this.”

I slide my finger through her wet folds and bite down on my lip so hard I draw blood when I feel how wet she is. “Oh you want my cock, don’t you, my little baby doll?”

She gnashes her teeth at me, and my laugh only makes her fight harder. “I fucking hate you,” she screams, her voice hoarse.

I slip one finger inside her. “You hate that too?”

She responds with an animalistic snarl, but her back arches off the car, telling me everything I need to know. I add a second finger. “How about that?”

“Fuck! You!” The words echo off the concrete walls of the garage and send searing hot pleasure down my spine.

Adding a third finger, I curl them upward and brush her G-spot. Muttered curses fall from her lips, like she’s too far gone to scream at me. Despite what she says, she’s painting the hood of the Bugatti with her sweet fucking cum. Squeezing her slender throat, I work her hard, and soon she’s trembling for me. Her orgasm is so close I can smell it.

That’s when I stop and slide my fingers out of her. Her body sags and she gasps for air.

I bring my fingertips up to her mouth and coat her lips with her arousal. “You look so fucking beautiful all wrung out for me.”

She lunges for me, and I pull back, but her teeth graze the tip of my pointer finger.

“You’ll pay for that, buttercup.”

“The fuck I will!” she spits.

I have no idea what happened to the sweet girl who lives in the apartment upstairs. Logic tells me I should stop this before I fuck something up, but my aching cock won’t let me.

She hisses. “Is this all you got? I expected more from you.”

The disdain in her tone causes something to snap inside of me. Freeing my cock from my pants, I drive into her, bottoming out on the first thrust and filling every millimeter of her tight cunt.

With a ragged scream, she accepts all of me. Despite the vitriol pouring from her mouth, my sweet Lily is still in there. And that’s when I realize she hasn’t been talking to me. Her body is mine, but her mind is somewhere else entirely.

“Lily.” I pull out and drive back in, trying to anchor her back to me.

She closes her eyes and tries to wrench free of my grip.

“Lily! Look at me when I’m fucking you, baby doll.”

Her eyes snap open and focus on mine. She shivers.

“Good girl.”

Her throat constricts under my palm, and I relax my grip a little as I pull out again and thrust back inside her. Her eyes flutter closed, and she breathes out my name.

Now I got her. I take out my knife and press the button to release the blade. The sound makes her blink, and when her eyes lock on the metal glinting in the harsh lights, she freezes.

“You know your safe word, Lily?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” I trail the tip of the blade between her breasts and over her nipple, following its path with my tongue. Her heart hammers against her sternum. Her tits heave with every breath. My cock pulses as I go on nailing her to the hood of the car and she spasms around me. She’s so close to oblivion, and I want her to fall the fuck apart as she comes undone for me.

I trail the knife lower. It bites into her nipple, and she screams her pain. Pain that makes her pussy gush around my cock. “You gonna come like a good little whore?”

“Y-yeah.” Her walls flutter around me, signaling that she’s right there, and I sink the sharp edge into her soft flesh, watching as it slices her open. I lick the blood from her wound as her back bows in half. She drenches my cock with her sweet juices and screams my name.

The coppery tang of her blood on my tongue. The scent of her release thick in the air. The way her pussy squeezes my cock like I’m the only thing tethering her soul to this earth. All of it combines into an earth-shattering explosion. I come inside her with a roar that is drowned out by the deafening sound of blood rushing in my ears.