Page 33 of Make Me Hunt
“She went to her own place. You’re the one I want to take home,” he confesses, gently biting on my nipple piercing again.
I got that piercing two years ago, hoping the pain might make me feel something. It never has—until now. And even if Ares isn’t the first man to touch it, it feels like it was made for him. His tongue circles it again and again, and I swear to God, I’m about to melt… or come.
There’s a passion in every one of his gestures that makes everything seem surreal. Like I’m trapped in a blur, screaming to be freed, and he’s the only one who really seesme.
Maybe I want to feed my ego, but I want to hear more. I want to hear how he chose me. Or maybe it’s just because no one else could seemebefore. No one except Elias. My fear of abandonment is as real as it comes. One of the reasons for my psychotic outbursts. And the main reason I don’t trust anyone.
I suddenly feel my dress slipping, leaving me far too exposed, even if I have my back to the driver. “Ares,” I warn him, but then I realize he did it on purpose so he could trace his fucking mark.
“I’d never let anyone look at you like this. He knows better than to risk his life for a peek. He already knows I can hear his deepest fears,” he pauses, his eyes on me again, like he’s one step away from letting me in on a secret. “Do you want to know what those are?” he asks, his tone almost diabolical.
“You’re not a mind reader,” I chuckle, knowing he’s probably drunk on his own power. It happens a lot when one person has this much power. It makes you lose your mind. Thinking you could be something you’re not, or maybe that you’ve got supernatural abilities. Like you’re untouchable.
But Ares leans in, his lips gently brushing my shoulder, then my ear. “His biggest fear is that he won’t be able to stop himself from looking at you. And he knows I’d pluck his eyes out and serve them to the crows.”
I’m breathless for a second.Is it strange that I’m turned on by what he said?
Is it wrong that I’m into the power trip, even if I know he’s just showing off?
Or maybe he’s not just showing off, because the next second, he asks the driver, “Hey Dayton, tell me your biggest fear.”
The man pauses, eyes locked on the road, like even looking sideways might turn him to stone.
“Today, Dayton,” Ares presses, and I get the feeling the man won’t be let off until he answers.
“I’m afraid I’ll look in the mirror by accident… and that you’ll feed my eyes to the crows.” The man barely breathes, as if he’s bracing for punishment just for thinking it.
But Ares lets it go… for now—since their versions match and I’m already supposed to be impressed.
“Nice party trick,” I roll my eyes, not falling for it. “Tell me what my biggest fears are.” I challenge, knowing there’s no chance in hell he’ll guess.
He looks at me like he’s dissecting something delicate, intrigue flashing in his honey orbs. “You’re afraid of being alone,” he pulls me closer to him, my core pressed against his cock. “I’m too close to you to know all your fears. But I’ll learn them—one by one,” he hisses, like he’s really got some twisted psychic gift.
“Yeah, right,” I grit out, not ready yet to admit he’s right.
I’m afraid of being alone, but I am also afraid of people.
So where does that leave me?
“And now you’ll be afraid he’ll hear you scream when you come,” he goes on, and my eyes snap to him, wide.
One of his hands slips under my dress, tracing the line of my stockings and garter belt. “Fuck,” he groans, discovering the straps holding everything together. Then he advances straight between my legs, his finger trailing the edge of my panties. “These are the ones I picked for you,” he says, pulling back just enough to admire them. “Good little curse,” he praises me, and I know the spot he just touched is soaked by now.
He chews on his bottom lip as his fingers sink into me. Like he’s wondering how hard his teeth would graze my breasts.
I want to keep up the resistance, but at this point, I have none.
He pinches my clit, and my body shudders. His lips still roam my breasts, as his fingers begin to circle my sensitive flesh.
I want to tell myself I’m only doing this to get information, but the truth is, my body’s never felt this way with any man before. It’s like I was dead and now I’m alive. So alive, I don’t even understand what’s happening to me. My throat can barely contain the moans, and now, I’m biting my own lip, trying to quiet myself. Yet, it feels almost impossible because his touch is electrifying.
His fingers pump in and out while his thumb is stuck on my now very sensitive nub. His other hand still holds mine behind my back, and even if I’m trying to resist him, he’s much too strong for me to move.
I feel his hand slick with my arousal. I don’t even understand how that’s possible. It’s not like I haven’t tried before with different men. I just didn’t get there.
I don’t want him to see how fragile this makes me. How wrecked I really am from a single touch. And every time I think about it, I try to fight him. To break free from his grip. I’m not going to allow him to have this kind of power over me.
But then he starts thrusting. The echo of his palm smacking against my flesh, filling the air with the sound of him inside me.
