Page 29 of The Hunted

I whimper at his words as he pounds into me. My legs quiver like jelly, as my wetness drips from between my thighs.

Oh fuck, I can’t take much more.

As if he can read my thoughts, he pinches my nipple, hard. My head flies up, I spread my thighs wider, and I sink to the hilt. I bite back a moan as I begin to meet him thrust for thrust.

“Raven, just like that. Jesus Christ, just like that.”

Goose bumps spread across my chest, arms, and legs as I push myself up and down his thick, long length. My pussy spasms around his cock, and I know another orgasm is on its way. I want to hold off as long as I can. I want to come with him.

“Give it to me. Please, give it to me, Knox.” I beg for his release, a lust filled plea from my lips. His body slams into me. His hard-muscled thighs rub against the back of mine, and his pelvis, a beautiful, biting pain as it roughly slams into the flesh of my ass. I weave my fingers with his and we knead my breast together.

“So, god damned beautiful.” He whispers the words near my ear moments before he nips my neck. I groan and it’s filled with everything I no longer have the breath to say.

Please don’t stop.

It feels so good.

You help ease the pain of all the bad things.

“You like my mouth on you, Little Bird?”

God yes! So much!

My world tilts, then rights as I come, and Knox follows right behind me.

I wake later in Knox’s bed. He must have brought me here after we fell asleep on the couch. The comfort he provides allows me to rest and feel safe. Two things I haven’t been able to do since Scarlett disappeared. I still can’t process the fact that she was sold.

How could this have happened?

Knox pulls on my hip, rolling me toward him.

“Sleep, Raven. Let me do the worrying now.”

My head on his chest, he rakes his fingers through my hair, and once again, I’m soothed to sleep.

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I wakethe next morning to an empty bed as the sunlight peeks through a crack in the plush curtains. I wander around the suite, but Knox is nowhere to be found.

This is the first time I’ve really been able to explore his space. There aren’t any photos or anything personal, for that matter. It only reminds me of what’s glaringly obvious. I don’t know anything about this man.

A knock on the door ends my exploration.

Should I answer it?

I head toward the door, and as I turn the knob, the door is forced open.

Lazzarro stands on the other side.

He scans me up and down, making my skin crawl. “Hello, Raven. Lovely to see you.”

I’m feeling exposed in only Knox’s button-down shirt.

“Where’s Bane?” he asks as his eyes trace my form from head to toe again.

“He isn’t here. Come back later.” I try to shut the door, but his hand comes up to grip the edge, holding it open.

“Now Raven, is that any way to treat a guest?” Lazz flashes a dark smile, pushing the door open further, forcing it from my grip. I take a couple of steps backward, trying to put some space between us. He sees this as an invitation and steps further inside.

I can’t be alone with this man. Not again.

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