Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
With every brutal thrust, my fear that I was in way over my head grew more palpable.
Had I gone too far?
We were past that…
But I had been warned.
Once the light turns red…
With every thrust, he pulled my hair, and with every thrust, I yelped. The pain it brought was incredible, but it was strangely… sexy.
As much as I tried to fight it, I could feel my body growing warm, the heat intensifying with every thrust.
I could feel myself being brought to climax.
And then the beast withdrew his cock from my pussy. He didn’t pull out for long, and before I could even catch my breath, his hot dick pressed against my tight asshole.
With one powerful thrust, he was inside me. I howled in shock, his girth only allowing him to penetrate me halfway. It hurt, it hurt so fucking bad.
I felt so dirty. I felt so violated. I felt so wrong.
Yet my body also was willing.
I kept grinding against him, keeping his cock wedged inside me, my ass so blissfully full. I ground against him, hoping that somehow, just maybe, I could take him all inside me.
The primal took over.
The primal became me just as it was part of my hunter.
The primal won.
Primal fucking. Wild, animalistic fucking. And I loved it.
I hated it.
I loved it again.
It filled me with shame. So much fucking shame.
Then, as suddenly as he had begun, he slowed down, the power of his thrusts diminishing. I whimpered in protest, wanting him to continue. I loved the way he was fucking me. But he stopped. He pulled out completely, and my body shuddered in disappointment.
He didn’t say anything, but I could hear his heavy breathing as he yanked his pants back on. I rolled over onto my back to stare up at his stag mask, trying to find a hint of expression in the hollow sockets of the bone. Something that might tell me what was going through his mind.
There was nothing.
There were so many shadows, the darkness cloaking him in disguise even more than the mask did.
He hunched down beside me, his fingers touching my cheek. I flinched, unsure of what he was going to do.
Would he slap me?
Would he hurt me?
Slowly, softly, he traced the line of my jaw with his gloved hand, tilting my head up toward his. My pulse grew faster, my breath coming out in short, excited pants. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what he was going to do. I didn’t know what to say.
I didn’t even know how to feel.
And then, just like that, he was gone.
He was gone…
Chapter 15
Locke
If I dove into the waves below, would the Kraken be there to catch me?
I asked myself this question every single night after I watched her. After I stood in the shadows stalking Storee Brooks like she was nothing but prey.
Once she was inside, tucked away safely, I’d stand on the edge of a cliff, staring down below feeling nothing but guilt and shame for the feelings I had for her. For the addiction I couldn’t fight.
I had to watch. I had to keep her safe. There were no other choices.
But I didn’t have to act.
Tonight I had acted. Fuck me, I had acted.
Tonight as I stood on my cliff of penance, I knew I had taken it too far.
I had just wanted to teach her a lesson. Scare her, punish her even, so she’d learn to never do something like that again.
But I’d hunted her. I’d fucked her. I’d crossed the line.
Jesus fucking Christ, what was wrong with me? It was Storee! Storee. The daughter of my best friend. Who the fuck did shit like this?
Me. That was who. A goddamn monster.
My chest heaved. “Fuck.” I slammed my fist into the nearest tree with enough force to cut my knuckles and split the skin of my hand open.
“Trees don’t bleed,” Braken’s voice said from behind me. “If you’re going to bust your knuckles at least make it worth it. Hit someone who deserves it.”
I kept my back to him, staring at the sea below.
Braken didn’t take the hint and walked up to stand beside me. He held a similar mask to the one I still held in my non-bloody hand. We clearly were both partaking in The Hunt. But I was the only true monster.
“I wanted to scare the shit out of her. To make sure she’d never do something like this again. I knew if I just forbid it, she’d do what she wanted anyway. She’s stubborn.”
“She is. Like her father,” Braken agreed.
“But I took it too far. I hurt her. I fucking hurt her.”
“That happens on The Hunt. It’s part of it. She knew that. She didn’t go into this blindly.”
“I tossed her to the ground. I fucked her like an animal.”
Braken nodded. “We were all animals tonight.”