Page 128 of Played By Design

My hands settle on his shoulders instead, in the safe zone. “What about being a bunny?”

His teeth close around my nipple again, hard enough to draw a yelp from me. “What do you mean?”

The word sticks in my throat. “Am I still your bunny?”

Kain’s head lifts, and even through my blurry vision, I make out the darkness in his eyes and the way his jaw sets. “You’ll always be my Bunny. And if you want to be my pet, that’s fine. But I’m still going to be fucking you.”

My heart pounds so hard it throbs in my throat. “Is this the bad route?”

“It could be.” A chill runs down my spine at the change in his expression. “If you try to leave, this becomes the confinement ending.”

“There’s no dungeon in our house,” I point out, breathless.

“I’ll build one in the basement.” His gaze holds mine. “And the only person you’ll ever see is me.”

That doesn’t sound bad to me. That sounds perfect.

His hands drop to the waistband of his sweatpants, and he pushes them down just far enough to free his cock. My vision is too blurry to make out much more than shape, but my body doesn’t need details.

His fingers hook into my waistband. “Lift.”

I brace my hands on the counter and raise my ass for him to drag my sweatpants and underwear down my thighs. “But if I’m your bunny, that means you’re my farmer. Farmers don’t fuck their livestock. They breed them, but that’s different. That’s for profit, not for⁠—”

“I will fucking breed you if I want to.” Kain thrusts into me in one hard push, and every thought in my head vaporizes.

My mouth drops open, but no sound comes out. My body clenches around him, slick and hot and so fucking tight it burns.

Kain hisses, but not the good kind. His forehead drops to my shoulder, and for one horrible second, he doesn’t move.

“Your ribs,” I whine. “We shouldn’t⁠—”

“Don’t.”

“Kain—”

“I have spent four days listening to you tell me what I can and can’t do.” He lifts his head, sweat gathering at his temples. “I’m done, Bunny.”

He draws his hips back and drives into me again, burying himself to the hilt.

His cock stretches me open, thick and pulsing inside me, and my hands scrabble for purchase on his shoulders. I can’t see his face, but his breath burns over my neck, hot and ragged, accompanied by the rumble in his chest.

He slams in again, and I cry out, the sound bouncing off the bathroom tiles. “The only cock that will ever satisfy you is mine.”

Kain’s hands move over my body, gripping my waist, palming my chest, thumbing my nipples until they ache, but they never drop to my dick. It strains between us, the tip wet and flushed, desperate for any touch at all, but Kain ignores it.

It should piss me off. It should have me grabbing his wrist and forcing his hand to where I need it.

Instead, the denial burns through me like a fever, turning every nerve ending into a live wire. This isn’t Kain giving me everything I need. It’s him taking without question, for the first time, and I’m here for it.

My hips buck, chasing friction that isn’t there, and Kain just holds me still, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my thighs, and fucks into me with slow thrusts that feel like they’re rearranging my insides.

“Kain,” I whine.

He kisses me again, swallowing the sound, his tongue pushing deep as his hips keep moving, each thrust driving his cock into me with a wet, slick sound that echoes off the bathroom tiles.

I break the kiss, gasping. “Why?”

Kain stills inside me, and even with my blurry vision, his stare pins me in place. “Why what, Bunny?”