Page 40 of Make Me Hunt
“I’m okay,” she whispers, knowing that I felt something was off. I just hope it was nothing more than too much pleasure for her to handle. Maybe she’s never felt something like this before.
But deep down, I know it’s more. And I can barely help myself from asking that question, though she spares me the trouble by turning her back on me, hugging the pillow.
Normally, I’d never allow her to do that. At least not when I need answers from her. But tonight,I needto take her easy. Andshe needsto know she’s safe. So, I wrap an arm around her, making a blanket out of my body, shielding her while she sleeps.
“I’ll keep you safe from anyone and anything. You have my word. And my blood for it.”
seventeen
-Brynn-
I don’t know what’s happening to me. I don’t know what the fuck he did to me, but I don’t like it. Not because my body didn’t thrive on every second of it. It’s because it felt like fucking magic, like he was trying to alter my thoughts, get inside my head, and turn me back into the useless mush I dread too much to become again.
It might’ve been the best night of my life, but I can’t let it repeat ever again. Not when, in the end, there’s a chance he’s the one I need to kill.
I haven’t closed an eye; afraid I might wake up in a nightmare. Not that there was much of the night left anyway, since it was already light when we settled in for sleep. But whenever I’m having an episode, it tends to follow me into the days after. And I don’t want Ares to ask questions, especially after I know he’d noticed something was wrong with me.
I can’t let him into that part of my life. I’ve already allowed him to go too far.
His phone buzzes a couple of times, but I pretend to be sleeping, even after he gets out of bed and leaves the room. I have no idea what time it is, but a couple of minutes later, he comes back, messing with something on the nightstand.
I decide to wait, maybe I’ll get a chance to look around the place. So, I don’t open my eyes, just stay curled deep between the sheets, waiting for him to go into the shower or, hopefully, the kitchen.
That gives me plenty of time to think about my sins, especially the part where we didn’t use a fucking condom and all the shit that could lead to.
I’ve never had sex without protection, but looking back on my life, thinking of last night, I realize I might’ve never had sex at all. Everything else just seems nonexistent compared to this.
I try not to dwell on it, but the aching in my body makes me all too aware of what happened. I can’t even describe what happened; each thrust was a full-on body event, meant to embed itself somewhere deep within me.
And I refuse to think about it again because that would only transform him into something supernatural. While he’s just a regular human—with a not-so-regular cock.
Who am I kidding? The damn thing’s majestic, perfectly adorned with the seven piercings, like a deadly weapon of destruction.
And I wouldn’t mind it wrecking me for days.
There hasn’t been any kind of movement for at least twenty minutes, so I finally risk lifting my head from the pillow.
No sign of Ares, but as I look around, I notice a yellow Post-it on the nightstand.
I’ve never been dumped through a Post-it before, but I know it happens—like some half-assedI had a great night, hope to see you around... in another lifetime.
That would work for me, as long as I get what I’m here for. Or at least, that’s what I force myself to think.
I pick it up, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. Because that’s how my life works.
“Don’t leave. I’ll be back shortly.”
Well, at least he bothered to leave me a note. It’s not signedmy loveoreternally grateful,but Ares doesn’t strike me as the type to leave notes for anyone, so at least he did that much for me.
I get out of bed, but the instant my feet hit the floor and I try to stand, I realize he was right. “Holy shit, I’ll never walk again,” I mutter, realizing I might really need assistance just to move.
I learn to walk all over again on my way to the bathroom. And I can still feel him inside of me. I’m not sure that's even normal. But then again, neither is his cock.
I want to take a shower since I look like a damn mess. I’m still wearing that damn garter belt along with the tights, and there’s a faint bruise in the center of my chest, right where the suspenders bit into my flesh.
I should go back into the bedroom and pick up my dress, but I find a robe instead and throw it on, even if it’s so big I must look like a snowman swallowed me whole.
Then I slowly make my way out of the bedroom and into the hallway. I didn’t get much of where everything is around here, but I’ll just pretend I’m looking for Ares—if I run into him or anyone else during my little field trip.
