Page 42 of Hunter

Mallory let out a sharp squeak of protest, but I was already heading for the stairs.

“Put me down!” she hissed.

“No.”

“You can’t leave Adair outside!”

“Anna and Kay are out there; he’ll be fine.” In fact, Anna and Kay had fallen in love with Adair so much they were around too often for me to get much alone time. Not to mention they had monopolized most of Mallory’s time when they were around. Damn club women.

Mallory struggled, and I loosened my grip. She tipped forward down my back, and since I was about halfway up the stairs, she let out a shriek of doom. I tightened my grip again, holding her tightly on my shoulder.

“Stop struggling.”

“You bastard!”

I shook my head. What happened to submission?

I marched toward her room, swung open the door, and before she could yell any more obscenities, I threw her on the bed. She bounced onto it with anumphand scrambled onto her hands and knees as I stood over the bed.

She took one look at my expression and froze. Those sharp brown eyes rounded as she looked between me and the bed. Clever girl.

Her whole body shook, but I couldn’t tell if it was in fear or anticipation. Then, when her tongue darted out and dampened her bottom lip, I smirked. She fought against it as she shuffled up until her back hit the headboard.

“I … uh … You should …” She looked at the door over my shoulder, probably calculating the time it would take to escape if she could successfully get around me, and came to the same conclusion I did.

She gulped.

“I should what?” I growled, kneeling on the edge of the bed.

She looked so small, curled up on the bed as I stared her down. That’s where the submissive was hiding.

Flight kicked in, and she seemed to have screwed up her calculations because she took a dive for the edge of the bed.

I lunged for her ankles, my fingers engulfing her tiny joints, and pulled.

She squeaked as I flipped her onto her back, and then she found herself looking up at me, her legs spread on either side of my knees.

“Um … Hunter, I—”

“You what, Mallory?” I leaned down, covering her tiny little figure like a bear and rabbit. The sight made my dick twitch.

I moved my hands up to her thighs and back down behind her knees, lifting them up and against my hips as I settled between her legs.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Her chest rose and fell fast.

“Uh-huh.” I nodded, pressing my nose into the side of her neck and feeling her heartbeat thrum against my skin. I then ran my lips down the nape of her neck and across her collarbone.

“You’re Adair’s uncle. I can’t … You can’t …”

“Can’t what?”

Her legs flinched around my waist, her muscles tightening around my hips. “Can’t … You know …”

“No, I don’t know,” I growled, sliding my hands underneath that tiny shirt. “Say it, Mallory.”

“Have …sex,” she whispered.

I lifted my head and looked down at her, seeing a pleasant blush blooming on her cheeks as a wicked grin spread my lips. “Who said anything about sex?”

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