Page 54 of Hunt Me
And again.
Until she’s so thoroughly mine that the idea of her breaching our systems becomes laughable.
“You’ll catch them,” Nikolai finally says.
“Yeah.” I drain my glass. “I will.”
I pull out my phone under the table, thumbing open my text thread with Iris.
The messages started this morning, after I’d dropped her off at her apartment at dawn. She’d looked thoroughly fucked, hair a mess, lips swollen, marks blooming on her throat. Beautiful.
Me:Thinking about you.
Iris:Don’t.
Me:Too late. Already am.
Iris:Last night was a mistake.
Me:Liar.
The conversation had devolved from there. Or evolved, depending on perspective.
Iris:I’m serious, Alexi. We can’t do this again.
Me:Your body disagrees. I have the claw marks on my back to prove it.
Iris:Fuck you.
Me:You did. Repeatedly. Want to go for round four tonight?
Iris:No.
Me:Your pussy was dripping for me, detka. Don’t pretend you didn’t love every second.
There’d been a ten-minute gap before her next response.
Iris:I hate you.
Me:No, you don’t.
I scroll past the morning exchanges to the more recent ones. She’s been replying faster now, which means she’s as distracted as I am.
Iris:Stop texting me.
Me:Make me.
Iris:I’ll block your number.
Me:I’ll find another way. You know I will.
Iris:Stalker.
Me:Says the woman who’s been inside our systems for months.
Iris:That’s different.
Me:How?
