Page 18 of The Hunted

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Raven

“Mmmmm…sleep.”

Another kiss lands on my cheek, and I fight my eyes trying to flutter open.

“Wake up, Little Bird. Breakfast is waiting.”

Knox lands one more kiss on my cheek and slaps my ass through the blankets before he walks off. I yelp, and his laugh echoes down the hallway. That deep, throaty rumble is the sexiest laugh I’ve ever heard.

I roll onto my back and stretch. My body aches in places I never knew existed, but I have to admit, I feel pretty damn incredible. I swing my legs over the side of the bed.

Shit. I’m still naked.

My eyes scan the room, searching for something to put on, and I see a white fluffy robe on the end of the bed. I slip into it, and, of course, it’s my size. I tie the sash around my waist as I walk out of the bedroom, following the smell of bacon toward the open doors of the balcony. Knox sits in sweat pants and a black t-shirt. His muscles strain against the fabric with every movement as he reads the paper and sips his coffee. Perfectly kempt stubble decorates his jaw. I slide into the chair beside him, and my cheeks heat with embarrassment. The things this man did to me last night were down right sinful. I never imagined I could actually enjoy the things he did to me, but I was wrong. Not only did I enjoy them, but I now crave them. Visions of his head between my legs, his mouth on my most private areas, flash through my mind. My body has never experienced such sheer bliss. My flesh pebbles just recalling the sensations. Having this man nearly worship my body made me feel beautiful, powerful even, and that’s something I haven’t felt in a long time. The care he showed me afterward has me second-guessing my earlier assessment of him. Maybe he’s not as bad of a man as I previously pegged him to be. I tuck my feet in underneath me then reach for a piece of toast and begin to nibble.

“Would you like to spend the day with me, Raven?”

Knox stares at me from over his paper as I hold a piece of toast midair for a bite. Do I want to spend the day with him? Last night was amazing, but obviously, this man is far beyond my comfort zone. I’m not used to having a man so intensely focused on me. Maybe I can use this to my advantage. He doesn’t seem nearly as dangerous as I first thought. He has been intense but not abusive in anyway. If I can keep him on my good side, I can use him to help me find my sister. It’s the only hope I have at this point. I haven’t found anything substantial in the time I’ve been here. I have no proof she was even here. I have nothing. There’s only one answer to this question.

“Yes, I’d like that. Thank you.”

“I’m having some clothes and toiletries delivered to my suite for you.”

“Thank you, Knox.”

We finish eating in silence. It’s not awkward, either. Strange that a comfortable silence can exist between us already.

A knock sounds on the door, and when Knox rises to answer it, I follow him and stand in the doorway of the balcony.

“Mr. Bane, the items you requested for Miss Wyatt.” He takes the items and thanks the lady before he shuts the door.

“I’ll leave these in the bathroom for you. Get ready. We’re getting out of here for a while.”

Out of here?

“I’m not allowed to leave.” I haven’t set foot off the estate since I arrived. That’s part of my contract.

“Baby, just get ready, okay?”

He smiles before he disappears down the hall toward the bathroom with my things. I take the opportunity to dart back onto the balcony and grab a piece of bacon. I pop it into my mouth, grab another slice then follow after him.

The bathroom door clicks shut, and I throw the lock. All my favorite toiletries are displayed in neat rows on the marble counter top. Brand new, not the ones from my room.

Of course, they are.

I can’t decide if this is creepy or sweet.

I strip off the robe, grab my favorite sugar scented shampoo, conditioner, and soap, and make my way to the shower.

After my shower, I look through the garment bag hanging on the clothes valet. He’s provided a pair of jeans and a white sweater. Everything fits like a glove. I dry my hair and throw on a touch of my favorite mascara. I’m totally not creeped out that he knows my favorite products and managed to have them delivered.

Nope.

Not creeped out at all.

As I apply the final swipe of lip gloss, a knock makes my hand jerk. I unlock the door with trembling hands, nervous about what today holds.

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