Page 103 of Beautiful Prey

“So that’s how you did it,” he said, walking by the table toward me. He must have been waiting for me this whole time to come out. He had tricked me into thinking he had gone to the basement, but he had been waiting too.

He stilled by the gin cabinet and looked down. “That’s how you hid from me the first time. You are so smart, Evee.”

I pushed my arms and feet, scrambling away from him into the living room. “Or maybe I’m just an idiot.” He shrugged, following me. “I never even considered the—”

I pulled the knife out of my pocket and raised it to my throat. Emery shot down in that same moment and got on topof me, pinning me to the floor. His hand gripped my hand which gripped the hilt of the knife now poised between us.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” he said in a low, husky voice.

I tried to pull the knife away, but his strength was so beyond mine, he took it from me with ease and stabbed it into the floor just above me.

I laid there, breathless, heart pounding. Before he could say another word, I went for the knife again. He caught the fabric of my robe to pull me down, only for it to come undone.

I felt the cool air on my breasts as I lay back. He stilled, his eyes lowering to my throat and chest. To the necklace.

“I won’t burn here,” I whispered. My voice was steady even as my body trembled beneath him. “I won’t burn, not even with you. Take me as I am or not at all.”

He hardly moved.

I waited for him to make his choice.

A shadow slipped over his gaze but not like the kind I’d seen before. The way he stared at me made my body burn in a whole different way.

“Emery…”

He moved off me, and he ripped away the rest of the robe. His eyes devoured every inch of me, stopping on the long scar that went down along my thigh. His hand moved across it, trembling fingers trailing along my thigh. “Oh baby,” he groaned. “Poor sweet thing.” He shook his head as his hand gently gripped me. “God, Evee, you're so beautiful.” His other hand came to press along his temple, turned into a fist before dropping. “How could I ever hurt you?” His hand reached up to the necklace, tracing his fingers along the beads, then down to the heart. “I couldn’t,” he growled softly. “They wanted me to. But I can’t do it. I can’t. Even if you hurt me. I can’t.”

I bit my lip. “I swear I didn’t know about the necklace, Emery.”

He bent his head and exhaled a rough breath. “I got so scared when I couldn’t find you. I knew I didn’t give a shit anymore. I just needed to know you were safe. I blocked them out as best I could, thinking only of finding you.” His hand moved to my breast. “But I can’t stop this,” he said in a low voice. “Tell me, Eve, this is okay.” His thumb grazed along my nipple, hardening it, eliciting a delicious shudder. “Please, please, tell me this is okay.”

This was far from okay.

But I didn’t give a shit either.

I was on that sweet dark edge. This time, I jumped and gladly met the monster at the bottom. I arched against his hand and answered with a soft moan.

His hand lifted from me, only so he could unbutton his shirt and throw it off, revealing his chest and hard stomach, the V-line trailing to his groin. I hissed at the sight.

His hand went lower, down my stomach, then between my thighs and, heaven help me, I spread myself for him, unable to stop.

My pussy tightened and ached as two of his fingers slipped inside me while his thumb circled my clit excruciatingly slow.

I gasped sharply as I looked up at his smiling skull face in shock, seeing the fire in his gaze.

“You feel perfect, so perfect, baby,” he whispered. He slid his fingers in and out a few times as he circled, and my body shuddered, a whimper climbing up my throat. Fuck me, where did he learn to do that?

As he worked me, his other hand went to his zipper. He unzipped down passed his hips and I saw his hard cock against his stomach. Freeing himself, he gripped his cock in his fist. His fingers slid from me to slip underneath his mask, tasting me, and I saw the wild look in his eyes. I stiffened, bracing myself for him but he stilled and let out a low laugh.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Fuck, I’m not going to make it ten seconds,” he said.

“Don’t scare me like that.”

We looked at each other and started to laugh.

“I might be a little sorry for this, Evee, but I’ve fantasized about this too many times.” His hand pumped up and down, and his pre-cum dripped on me, on my thigh and just above my center, trickling down. “But not sorry enough,” he said in a guttural voice.

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