Page 73 of Rugger: The Huntress

“No.”

“Then, I suggest you kill me now, because I will not stop until you have everything you truly want from me. From this. From us.”

I retrieved my gun from between the cushion of the couch and placed it in her hand.

“Sit up.”

She obliged, sitting up and resting her bare pussy on my stomach. The shower had cleared her face of makeup. Yet, she was still flawless.

With my gun in her hand, she stared back at me. I directed it towards my forehead, right in between my eyes. I wouldn’t survive the shot. Not at this angle and not with a bullet released by a trained assassin like Gazelle.

“Take the shot,” I demanded.

“Sonn–”

“Take the shot.” Softly, I egged her on.

“I–”

“You’re asking me to forget your existence as if it’s that fucking simple. You’re asking me to ignore the longing I see in those pretty, dark eyes of yours. You’re asking me to disregard the way my heart beats ferociously in my chest at the mere thought of you. You’re asking me to act as if tonight never happened… I was never inside of you… and you never told me you wanted more than that from me. The only way is through death, Rugger. That’s the only way, so end me now because these things I’m feeling aren’t going to go away. And, I won’t be able to rest at night knowing that you feel something, too. Take the shot.”

She was unmoving. Unblinking. Unraveling. Right before me. The gloss that coated her eyeballs shared her untold truth. She wasn’t opposed to the idea of us. She was afraid of it. And, she’d spent her entire life avoiding it. But, that ended with me.

“Damn you,” she grunted.

I pushed her arm away. The gun fell to the floor and her lips fell onto mine. Feverishly, she kissed me. Our tongues roped around each other. Our limbs interlocked with each other until finally she pulled away.

Breathlessly, she pressed her lips against my shoulder blade. And, without warning, she bit down. Her teeth pierced my flesh, locking me in place. Still, she continued to bear down. Her frustration was valid. Her fear was valid. Her hesitancy was valid. I wouldn’t discredit it.

Neither would I discredit her. Because, in all honesty, I felt it, too. Everything she felt, but I’d been alone far too long to allow any of it to stop me from claiming her as my own. She felt so real. So right. So rare. I had to have her, even if it cost me my existence.

As she released her transgressions, I lifted her slightly. Her slipperiness allowed me to enter her without issue. I parted hersea and found the bottom of her ocean. And, it wasn’t until then that she released my shoulder.

“Oh God,” she purred in my ear.

He’s the only one who can save us, I reasoned, driving into her again.

The sun penetrated the glass that covered almost every inch of the living room. I patted the empty space beside me, longing for the woman who’d kept it warm through the night. There was no doubt in my mind that all that would be left of her was her scent and her secretion on my dick by the time I opened my eyes.If I opened my eyes.

Sparing my life was the clear indication of Gazelle’s desires. Hadn’t she wanted to be hunted as I’d promised, she would’ve ended me before she stepped foot outside my home.

My home.

I inhaled the fresh morning air, peering up at the sky. A blanket of snow covered the branches of the trees. Together, we’d witnessed the first snowfall of the season. Though it wasn’t yet winter, this wouldn’t be the last of Clarke’s unpredictable precipitation.

I’d never had a stable dwelling, one to truly call my own. Real estate was one of my many interests, and though I’d acquired and sold several properties over the last ten years, none were truly mine. They were all temporary structures and a means of increasing my retirement fund.

This purchase, however, waspersonal–just like almost every move I’d made in the last month. It would serve as the capitalof our affairs. Our median. The place we fled to when we were ready to shut everything and everyone out except each other.

It was likely the sheets would hardly get any use, but they were the least of my worries. Convincing Gazelle to revisit was. It was rare that we visited the same place twice. And, a third time was impossible. Not unless it was a core part of our existence. Not unless family or friends were involved.

It was too risky. And, that was the sole reason I kept my distance from my father. His life was too precious to toy with. Rugger, on the other hand, was born into a family of murderers. They could hold their own.

Each one of them, down to the one they promised a brighter path. She, too, could end a life without batting an eye. It was part of her makeup, even if she hadn’t had the opportunity to exercise her birthright.

I stood on my feet in all my nakedness. I stretched my arms in the air to loosen up.

“Urgh.”

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