Page 20 of Delicious Prey

I’ve never been much of a laugher, but she pulls it out of me so damn easily. She says things to me that no other person on earth would ever dare say, at least not to my face, and all it does is make me laugh. Anyone else would be bleeding out on the floor. I’ve always known there was something dark inside me, something that was a little off, something that other people didn’t have, but she makes that part of me smaller. It’s still there, but it’s not the main element of who I am when she’s around. If I have an inner beast, she tames it into a scruffy little pussycat. I’m not going to tell her that, though. She’s smug enough as it is.

Carrying her into our room, I set her down and then bring up the things she packed so she’ll have everything she needs. She’s still standing by the bed, looking uncomfortable and wary, like I’m going to lunge at her and fuck her at any second.

If only, baby.

“Relax, zaika. You’re going to be the one to close the distance, not me.”

She watches me, her blue eyes widening a bit when I slip off my suit jacket and start to unbutton the white dress shirt beneath.

“What do you mean?”

I undo the cuffs and take off the shirt, smiling when I see her swallow hard at the sight of me. I was in good shape to begin with, but two years of burning off frustration in prison resulted in several more pounds of pure muscle. She eyes the scars and tattoos before her eyes lock on my abs.

Unzipping my pants, I say, “It means that you’re going to be the one begging me for sex, sweetheart.” My pants fall to the ground, leaving me in a pair of black boxer briefs that aren’t doing shit to hide the hard length of me. I palm my dick, giving it a good squeeze that leaves her biting her bottom lip. “I’m not giving you this,” I say, squeezing myself again, “until you beg me for it.”

“Like that’s going to happen,” she says, but even I can hear the forced sarcasm in her words.

“That would be a bit more believable if you could take your eyes off my cock while you said it.”

That pulls her blue eyes up in a hurry. She glares at me, and it’s so fucking cute I can’t help but laugh. I kick my pants off the rest of the way and step towards the bed, pulling back the covers and getting in. Stretching out, I clasp my hands behind my head and watch her.

“Get in, little bunny.”

She walks to the other side of the king-size bed and slips in, putting her body as far from mine as she can possibly get. Well, that’s not going to cut it.

I turn my head to face her. “Closer.”

“You said I was going to be the one to close the distance.”

“That was about me sliding my cock into you. That’s up to you. Everything else is up to me. Now get closer. I want to feel your body against mine.”

When she still hesitates, I move one hand out from behind my head and stretch it out to her, beckoning her closer with my fingers. She takes in the come hither motion and finally relents. My eyes rake over her tits as she crawls closer, and I make an instant decision that house rule number one is no bras in the fucking house.

She stops a foot away from me, and when I arch a brow, she scoots forward another inch. Hooking an arm under her, I scoop her up and haul her ass closer, not satisfied until her body is nestled snuggly against mine. I’d be offended by her efforts to stay away if it wasn’t so damn obvious she wants to be near me. Her body melts into mine, and I smile when she rests her head on my shoulder and cautiously puts her hand on my chest. I pull the blankets over us and run my fingers through her hair. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to stop touching her.

After a few minutes, she whispers, “How did you escape?”

“I paid a lot of money for people to look the other way.”

“That’s it? Just money?”

I give a soft laugh. “Most people will do just about anything for money. I did also make a few threats. Not everyone will do things for money, but they will do it to protect someone they love.”

She lifts up, resting her chin on my chest so she can see me. “Would you really have hurt their families?”

I want so badly to lie to her, to be the man that she wants and wishes I was, but I’m not that man. I never have been, so I meet her eyes and say, “I would do anything to get to you.”

“Even killing innocent people?”

“Yes.”

I play with a strand of her hair while she thinks about what I’ve said. “It didn’t come to that, if it makes you feel any better. The guards got a lot of money, way more than they make at that shit job, and the one guard who everyone will know helped me, is probably on his way to a tropical island with his family, never having to worry about money again.”

“They’re going to come for you.”

“They will.”

She seems worried, and I don’t know if it’s because she’s worried about me getting caught, or if she’s worried about her sweet ass being in the middle of it. I’m guessing it’s the latter, but a guy can hope.

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