Page 132 of Hunt Me
“Watch me.”
My hand moves from her stomach to her throat, fingers wrapping around her neck with just enough pressure to make her pupils dilate. Not cutting off air—just asserting dominance, claiming ownership in the most primal way possible.
“You’re mine, detka.” I fuck her harder, feeling her body respond even as she tries to resist. “Every part of you belongs to me. Including this.”
I press against her belly again with my free hand, the implication clear.
She tries to shake her head, but can’t with my grip on her throat. Her hands flatten against the mirror, leaving sweaty prints on the glass as I drive into her relentlessly.
“Say it.” I tighten my fingers slightly, watching her reflection. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You.” The word comes out strangled, desperate. “Alexi, I?—”
“That’s right.” I release her throat and move my hand between her legs, circling her clit with rough precision. “Mine to fuck. Mine to breed. Mine to keep pregnant and desperate for my cock.”
Her body betrays her—clenching hard around me as the filthy words push her over the edge. She comes with a brokencry, her reflection showing pure ecstasy as her orgasm crashes through her.
I watch her fall apart in the mirror, feeling her pussy milk my cock with rhythmic contractions that drag me toward my own release.
“That’s it.” I don’t slow down, fucking her through the aftershocks. “Come for me while I pump you full.”
Her body milks me as I thrust deeper, chasing my own release. The mirror amplifies everything—the desperate sounds she makes, the way her muscles flex and release, the absolute surrender in her expression.
I come hard, buried to the hilt, filling her with pulse after pulse as my vision whites out. My fingers dig into her hips hard enough to bruise, marking her in ways that will last days.
When I finally still, both of us breathing hard, she turns around to face me. Her back presses against the fogged mirror, cheeks flushed, eyes bright.
“You’re insane.” She traces my jawline with trembling fingers.
I catch her wrist, bringing it to my lips. “You already knew that, detka.”
“I did.” Her free hand slides down my chest. “And I love how feral you get talking about breeding me.”
The admission sends heat surging through me again. I slide two fingers into her pussy, feeling my cum already starting to leak out, and press them deep—plugging her, keeping everything exactly where it belongs.
She gasps at the intrusion, her body clenching around my fingers.
“Can’t waste a single drop.” I kiss her hard, swallowing her moan as I work my fingers deeper.
When I finally pull back, she’s breathless and clinging to my shoulders.
“I love you.” The words come out raw, unfiltered. “Every maddening, brilliant, dangerous part of you.”
Her eyes soften, that ice-blue gaze melting into something vulnerable. “I love you too. Even when you’re absolutely unhinged.”
I keep my fingers buried inside her as I lean my forehead against hers. “They’re going to side with us.”
“The government?” She laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “Alexi?—”
“They have no choice.” I kiss her again, slower this time. “We have them cornered. They know it. We know it.”
She nods against my lips, her breathing evening out. “We’re going to win this.”
“Damn right we are.”
I finally withdraw my fingers, watching as she adjusts her stance. Her legs tremble slightly from exhaustion and what we just did, but she doesn’t complain.
“Shower.” I grab her tank top from the floor. “Then food. You need to recover.”
