Page 10 of Hunted for Halloween

He tongues me through my orgasm and I release a hoarse cry, writhing beneath him as I come all over his mouth.

My eyelids feel heavy, my breath crashing like angry sea waves. A whimper unfurls from me when he laps up all my juices without leaving a single drop. He grunts with satisfaction, like he can't get enough of my taste.

He looks up from the space between my legs, his lips glistening with my cum. But the dark, possessive look engraved in his eyes is what grabs my attention the most.

“Do you still think that night was a mistake? Or are you ready to come to terms with the fact that you are mine?”

Chapter Four

CHRISTIAN

It's been a week since I made her come apart on her couch and I’m sitting with her father.

“I still can't believe you are actually here…” Jonathan's voice drones on and lurks somewhere at the back of my mind, struggling to be heard.

My attention is excessively fixated on the screen of my phone, my eyes greedily taking in the Instagram page splayed on it. I don't even use Instagram often, but apparently, my obsession with a certain small-framed, blonde-haired woman is beyond taming.

Wavy platinum blonde hair that I fisted in my grip that night in the corn maze. Lucid, seductive green eyes that are so fucking expressive. Those rosy plump pink lips that sucked on my fingers and parted every time my fingers struck the right spot inside her. Fair skin that I want to bruise and mark so thoroughly, ruining her for other men. And her body, it looks like it's made for fucking, made for me.

Aurora is a fucking vision. My Pumpkin makes my obsession burn harshly.

“Christian?” Jonathan's voice brings me back to reality.

I reluctantly tear my gaze off her full cleavage that's displayed on my screen. For a second, a red haze clouds my vision, seizing control of me, not just because of his interruption, but also because some fucker might be lurking on her page the same way I am, stalking her obsessively and getting dark, sensual thoughts about her.

Fuck.

“Yes?” I slowly look up, a detached smile lingering on my lips.

“Have you been listening to me?” his blue eyes lock on me through his medicated anti-glare glasses. He looks confused, but also a tad bit amused.

“You were saying something along the lines of not believing that I'm truly back in the company in the flesh.” I return dryly, letting my gaze travel around my spacious office as I spin around in my swivel chair.

“What's got you so hooked on your phone? You have not dropped it for a second.” He narrows his eyes on me, grinning.

I can't exactly tell him that I have been eye fucking every one of his daughter's one thousand four hundred pictures—yes, I counted on my fifth look at the page—on her page. So, I chuckle, the sound a little dismissive.

“It's just work.” I assure him.

I want to feel guilty for not only fingering and eating his daughter out, but also nursing the thoughts of fucking her in different positions and on numerous surfaces. But, I can't. It's hard to. Everything about me has been controlled, calculated and unapologetic. I don't feel guilt or regret. When I see something I want, I get it. I don't care what it costs me.

But it doesn't change the fact that Jonathan is my best friend, one of the most important people in my life.

“What do you think about getting drinks tonight? I feel like every moment that lingers just leaves more things to catch up on.” I offer, directing his thoughts elsewhere.

“I’d love that.” Jonathan grins.

“Fucker,” I roll my eyes. My phone chimes softly in my hands, instantly grabbing my attention.

I get a text.She's at a boutique. I have forwarded the address to your chauffeur, boss.

5:00pm.

“I'll hold you to those drink tonight,” I rise to my feet, suppressing a grin. Jonathan looks confused, as though he wants to ask me where I'm heading to. “I want to go see a client. It's very important and I can't take a raincheck.”

“Fine, drinks at Luxe tonight.” He hollers after me as I stride out of the office like a man on a mission.

I meant it when I said that I can't stay away from Pumpkin, the same way she can't run away from me. Heck, she can run but she can't hide. If I have to claw her out of whatever hole she has crawled into, I will.

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