Page 77 of The Huntress and Her Hound

I shut the door, flipping the lock and smirking at her catching breath. “What makes it nice?” I demand, taking a step toward her. “Hmm?”

She folds her arms across her chest. “It just is, and...” She pauses. “You’re in it.”

“That’s smooth. Too bad I can’t trust a single fucking thing that comes out of your pathological lying mouth.”

She winces, and I’m hit with a pang of guilt. Her eyes divert to her shoes, and I’m once again reminded of the way that asshole treated her—the way he incapacitated her, raped her, and talked to her like she wanted it.

“Anyway, yeah, here’s the bathroom,” Cher mutters, never looking back up. She goes to slip past me, and before I even fucking register what I’m doing, I jut my arm out and stop her. Tugging her by her jean short’s pocket, I pull her back to me...

And unsnap them.

My brains tries to tell me to stop, but I ignore it, giving into the temptation to touch her. I block everything out and let myself lose control. I don’t waste any time, ripping the denim and her notoriously black underwear down to her knees. She gasps, and I spin her around. “Bend over, doll.” I don’t give her an option, and she whimpers as she leans over, bracing against the countertop.

Rage funnels into my body as I think of someone exploiting and abusing this woman, who just willingly bared her glistening, wet pussy for me. But she also lied to me.

And for that, I leave a handprint on her ass.

She lets out a muffled cry, but pushes back, arching her back. I know I don’t have much time, and I want this woman begging to have more of me, crawling back with need. So, I drop to my knees behind her. I pull her shorts the rest of the way down and slap her ankle. Cher instantly lifts her leg for me. I remove them, sliding them right over her shoe.

I run my fingertips along her inner thighs, and then press them apart. She’s hesitant but follows my silent instructions. I spread her ass and then run my tongue from front to back. She sucks in a ragged breath.

But I want to fucking suffocate in her sweet pussy.

I drop down on my ass and spin around, sliding beneath her. Cher trembles above me, but I don’t stop, reaching up and bringing her forward. I wrap my arms around her upper thighs, bending her right to my face.

“Better hold on tight,” I growl, and then bury my face in her. She cries out as I suck her clit into my mouth. She squirms against me, but I don’t relent, locking my arms around her legs. My tongue flits across her, drinking in everything she’ll give me.

“Jude,” she rasps, leaning over me. My abs are burning, but I keep going, edging her closer and closer, falling into a rhythm that makes her legs tremble. “Holy fuck,” she moans, her head dropping down to rest against her arms.

I chuckle into her, noting the way her muscles are tightening against me. It’s almost too easy to bring her to climax, and it goes straight to my ego. She’s so fucking close to coming, and she whimpers more and more with every single fucking lap of my tongue. But as she begins to break free...

I stop.

“Please don’t,” Cher whines, her body shaking in my arms. “I’m so close. Please. Jude, please. Let me come.”

I lean forward, swiping my tongue through her slits, fresh arousal there for me to taste. I hang over her clit, inhaling her sweet cunt. It’s fucking tempting to give her what she wants, but...

“You don’t get to come yet.” I unlock my arms and push her onto to her ass in my lap. She lets out a cry as her pussy lands right on top of my hard bulge. “Being a little fucking liar won’t get you anywhere with me,” I scold her, and then shift her bare ass off onto the cold tile. “Finish yourself.”

“Fuck you, Jude,” she spits back at me as I stand to my feet. “You’re a dick.”

“Then we’re a perfect match.” I grin wickedly and lean down to brush the hair from her face. I tip her chin up with my index finger, and then kiss her, dropping my hand to her jaw and squeezing. I run my tongue across hers, giving her a taste of her pussy. She moans into my mouth, and as soon as she does, I drop her back.

She catches herself with her hands and then glares up at me, but the glimpse of longing behind the irritation rips at my heart. Her lips part, and she almost says something, but doesn’t.

“When you’re ready to apologize, come find me,” I say.

And then I leave her there.

Chapter 28

The Huntress

“Anyone hungry?” Henry asks, breaking the silence in the SUV as he pulls away from the house.

“I’m fine,” I tell him, even though I’m definitely not fine.

“No thanks,” Jude quips right after. “I already ate.” I imagine stabbing Jude in the side of his head as he smirks to himself. My body is still throbbing with need, and while I get his revengeful move, I don’t like it.

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