Page 5 of The Hunt
“You can take a joke, can’t you? I know you can take other things…”
“If you already did it, what are we doing here?” I growled, pissed off that he wasted my time and was threatening my reputation by being seen with him in the middle of the library.
His smirk widened. “We’re here, so we can listen to your audiobook together.”
CHAPTER 4
DAPHNE
Before my brain registered what he had said, Apollo grabbed my phone from me, sat down in my designated library seat, and pulled me right onto his lap. My eyes widened, and I tried to stand up, but he held me down against him, his bulge pressing against me.
Heat coursed through my body. He feels so big!
“Apollo, let me up,” I murmured, so nobody else would hear. “Please.”
Except I had stopped trying to get out of his hold. I was sitting on his lap, willingly, feeling his huge cock grind against my ass. I bit back a whimper, so he wouldn’t think that I was actually enjoying this and whipped my head around toward him.
“Let me up,” I said, furrowing my brows. “Now.”
Instead of complying, Apollo let his gaze travel from my eyes down to my lips, and they lingered there for a long, long time. I pressed my thighs together, because nobody had ever looked at me like this before.
Correction: I didn’t let anyone look at me like this before.
“Apollo,” I said. “I’m not going to say it–”
“So precious,” he murmured, setting a hand on my bare thigh but not moving it up my leg like all the guys in my audio dramas did. And that’s all I goddamn wanted him to do to me right now. “Do I feel good against you?”
“No,” I said.
“No?”
I swallowed hard. “No.”
“Spread your legs, then.”
More heat rushed to my core, and I clenched again. “No.”
He tilted his head slightly, gaze still on my lips. “Will you do it for me?”
My nipples hardened. Is he asking? God, why is that kinda…
“Will you do it for me?” he asked again, almost a plea in his voice. “Just for me.”
“Apollo…”
“Please, Daph. Spread your legs.”
I grinded my thighs together even harder. “You can’t … I …”
He moved closer to me until his nose brushed against mine, his mouth millimeters away and his warm breath all over my lips. “I can’t take the way you’re clenching against me.” A beg, a plea, a yearn. “Please, spread them.”
Pleasure rushed through my body, and I willingly spread my legs for him, because I couldn’t take the pressure either. I couldn’t take the pleading. I had expected orders from him, but instead I had an arrogant bastard pleading for me. Me!
“My good girl,” he said, handing me my phone. “Play something for me.”
“Apollo,” I said, not able to stop myself from arching my back slightly, so I could feel him against my entrance instead of my ass. I glanced around the library to make sure nobody had noticed us yet. “We can’t … I can’t … Not here.”
“Please,” he murmured against my lips. “Play something for me.”
