Page 45 of The Hunted

“I need you, Knox.” The whisper falls from my lips onto his.

He wraps his arm around me and lays me back onto the bed.

“You’ve got me.”

Then his lips descend onto mine, kissing me as he slowly fills me. Our eyes lock. I see everything in their depths. In this moment, we have opened up fully to one another.

He is mine, and I am his.

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The next morning,I wake pretty early and roll over to an empty bed. The door handle jiggles, and a smile spreads across my face. I push the covers down from my chest and prop my head up on one arm as I wait for Knox to come through the door.

“Good morning, pretty girl.”

I gasp as I pull the blanket back up to cover myself.

It isn’t Knox, and there’s a gun pointed at me.

“No wonder my son is fucking you. Nice tits. Now, be a good girl and put your clothes on. We’ve got somewhere to go.”

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