Page 16 of The Hunted

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Knox

“Wrap your legs around me, baby.” She does as instructed, and I push us up from the chair. Those long, lean limbs twining around my waist cause her pussy to press tightly against my stomach. The slick heat of her cunt draws me to brush my lips against hers as I seek any place to touch her to relieve some of the building need inside me again. I try not to give in to this desire, this need to consume her. I can tell she’s feeling thoroughly fucked at the moment, and I am in no way finished with her. She moans against my mouth and my tongue slides between her teeth to twine with hers. The sound she makes has my cock hardening between us. I can see now, my plan of fucking her out of my system isn’t going to work. Once was most definitely, not enough. I growl as I grip her bare ass in my hands and squeeze gently, my mouth sliding from hers to nip the flesh of her shoulder. Fuck. This woman makes me lose my damn mind.

I grab a towel as we enter the bathroom and toss it down onto the marble counter before I gently place Raven down on top of it. Her legs retreat from my midsection, and I immediately miss her body locked onto mine. She slumps forward slightly, stretching as a yawn escapes her. I’m not surprised she’s tired considering how hard she came. Smiling proudly to myself for being the cause of her current boneless state, I kiss the top of her head and pause to inhale her scent. Then, I make my way to the shower. I tap a few buttons before the water begins to pour out of the heads.

When I turn around, I take a moment to analyze Raven. Her head hangs down, and her hair falls around her face like a crumpled, silken curtain. She seems lost to her own thoughts. I wonder what she’s thinking? I suppose this is a lot for her to take in. I’ve had weeks to plan for this. She’s had mere hours. Something else lurks there though, beneath the surface. That’s the information I want. I know she has an ulterior motive for being here, not just finances or some other frivolous thing. The desire to know her every thought isn’t surprising to me. She has become a bit of an obsession. That could present a whole other set of problems for me, and for her if anyone in my line of business were to realize my increasing infatuation.

I stride over to her and gently cup her chin, and I brush the hair from her face with my other hand as I lift her head. She’s tired, weary even. Lost. Definitely lost.

“Tell me the real reason you’re here,” I softly ask, afraid of scaring her further.

She hesitates, and her eyes dart everywhere but on me.

“I told you. I need the money.”

Lie.

“Baby, look at me.” Those green eyes peer at me from underneath thick black lashes.

“I know that’s a lie. Tell me the truth.”

I grip her chin just a bit tighter, urging her to trust me with whatever she’s hiding. I know this woman has no fucking reason in the world to trust me. A good fuck doesn’t mean you can or should divulge your secrets, but I still want them. Something isn’t right. If she’ll tell me, maybe I can help. Ace and I have helped other girls here before. Financially, running off asshole men from their lives, some permanently. Setting them up with new identities and relocating them when needed. We have given some of them jobs within the club. They’re under our employ, of course we take care of them.

With an aggravated huff, she thrusts herself up off the counter, brushes past me, and steps into the shower. Little spitfire. Maybe my Little Bird has some fight left in her.

She has a motive for being here, all of the girls do, but hers isn’t just about money. I can’t help but think it has to do with her sister.

I’m not used to fully considering someone else’s feelings. It’s a foreign concept. I’m more of a take what I want kind of man. It doesn’t pay to have feelings in my line of work. In fact, feeling anything could kill me or the people I hold most dear. Lazz and I are proof enough of that, crazy fucker that he is. Yet, I find myself wanting more from my Little Bird. Maybe it’s the hours I’ve spent watching her that makes me want to protect her, fix things for her. It’s ridiculous, but there’s a sense of closeness to her even though she knows absolutely nothing about me. For now, I won’t push her on the subject, even if everything in me needs to know the answer. I’ll have to figure out another way to get inside my Little Bird’s mind.

I can read my marks within moments of getting them in my sights, but one tiny woman has me second-guessing everything I know. I don’t have a clue how to proceed with her. The only thing I do know is, I’m going to figure out her secret.

I grab a couple towels from the cupboard and place them on the warmer. Wash cloths in hand, I head in after her. Stepping in, I’m greeted by the warmth of the spray bouncing off her perfect ass. I watch for a few moments, mesmerized by the water sluicing down her creamy skin. It rains down on her from above, plastering her black strands to her head. I’m ready to fuck her senseless, but she seems sad. I’m pretty sure sex is the furthest thing from her mind. I’m not certain anyone has ever looked so defeated. I reach for her shoulders and softly spin her slight form to face me. Water, possibly mixed with tears, rolls down her cheeks. I reach for the soap and lather it onto the wash cloth as we just stare at one another silently.

She assesses my every move through tear filled, guarded eyes, and not knowing what to say, I reach out to smooth the cloth along the slope of her shoulder. She doesn’t protest or tell me to stop when I grasp her hand in mine to slide the cloth the rest of the way down her arm. Whether she intends it or not, I take this as permission to wash her. Suds roll down her skin, and I plan to take my time washing her intimate parts. I watch, fascinated, as the soap covers then reveals her pert tits and small bubbles drip from her nipples. My desire to shove my cock in between her creamy thighs almost gets the better of me. I bite my lip and barely manage to keep from groaning at the erotic sight.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen.” She’s somehow getting under my damn skin. Broken, sad, and defeated. This damn woman is still the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I want to take all her shattered pieces, mend them, and put them back to right. I don’t ever want to see her like this again.

I step forward, eating up the small bit of space between us. Her warm, wet skin against my palm, I walk her backward and guide her to sit on the bench behind her. Inhaling a sharp breath, I spread her thighs, opening up her pink slit to me. I try my damnedest not to finger her tight cunt as I swipe the cloth through her folds. I bite the inside of my cheek to suppress the rising groan.

“Rinse.” I smile and point to the showerhead off the back wall, just one of multiple heads and sprayers in the open marble shower. With a soft, lingering kiss to her plump lips, I turn and move to the other showerhead.

The warm water cascades over me while I wash myself. She’s watching me. And I love her attention trained on me. My hand slides down to grasp my cock. I squeeze it firmly and pump my length a few times, long and slow, just for her.

Fuck that feels good.

Her cheeks flush, and I feel my smile stretching my lips.

Jesus, when was the last time I smiled a genuine smile?And what is it about this girl that can bring one now?

The answer doesn’t come, so I tap the button on the wall to turn off the water and reach for one of the towels on the warmer. I make my way to her, towel in hand, and I wrap the warm fabric around her shoulders. She moves it, securing it around her chest, where she holds it with one hand and squeezes excess water from her hair with the other.

She steps out of the shower and heads to the mirror, where she notices me staring at her reflection like a dumb-struck fool as I wrap the towel around my waist. Some sort of connection flickers between us as we stand immobile, assessing each other through the mirror.

What is she thinking?

This woman is a mystery in so many ways, yet her eyes tell me she wants this, she wants me. Even though it’s probably real fucking wrong, I’m going to have her again. Because even though she thinks this relationship started today, she became mine the first moment I set my damn eyes on her.

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