Page 146 of Hunt for You

“Bullshit!You played with his fucking mind and now he’s—”

“NO! I didn’t! That’s a lie!” I screamed at him and realized my vision was blurred with tears as he stepped right up over me so I was locked between him and that wall. His body so big and shoulders so broad I couldn’t see the room behind him, and the light only haloed his shape as he loomed over me, that mask still obscuring his features so I couldn’t see his eyes.

“This is what you’re toying with—is this what you want? You want all of us coming for you at once—killing each other off? Is that the game you’re playing?!” he snarled.

“No! Cain—”

“One of these fuckers is going to get past me and you’re going to fucking die if you keep this up.”

“B-but… that’s the whole point,” I breathed.

“FUCK THAT. The end of this is my choice, Bridget. This ismygame!”

My heart gave a painful clench and I slapped a hand to it, clutching my chest.

With a growl of fury, he grabbed for me, one hand at my throat, forcing my chin high, though he didn’t actually cut off myair as he pinned me hard against the wall with that stone pillar of a body.

It was instinct to slap a hand to his chest, to try and brace, to keep my space, but he was too strong. With his other hand he just gripped my wrist and slammed it up against the wall, forcing my head back as he leaned down, his breath tearing in and out, fluttering against my cheek even through the mask.

“Are you trying to getmekilled, Bridget?” he rasped. “Do you get off on that?”

“No,” I whimpered, shaking my head hard, the tears finally spilling over my lashes and down my cheeks. I was mortified.

I needed to be stronger than this. But my tears wererelief,because he was here. He was warm and strong andhere.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “I didn’t move… I thought it was you… I was waiting foryou.”

There was a moment he went still, that mask less than an inch from my face, our chins almost brushing and I knew he was searching my eyes, trying to figure out if I was lying.

My body thrummed with a confusing mix of fear and arousal.

His breath was heavy, rasping, and mine was getting heavier too. But my chest was pinching and those lights still flashed at the edges of my vision.

I was feeling more than a little unhinged—and tense with the awareness that Ronald was on the floor behind him.

“Did… did you kill him?”

Cain’s breath rushed out of him, but he shook his head quickly. “Not yet,” he said menacingly.

I swallowed, my throat rubbing against his palm because of the way he held me and wished I could see his eyes.

“Did he touch you?” he growled.

“N-no. He didn’t have a chance. I’m… God, Cain, I’m so g-glad you’re back,” I managed to get the words out, though onlybarely. Because they made me vulnerable, and I was afraid he was still blaming me and would try to punish me by running. But he just tightened his grip on my jaw. His breathing got deeper and he looked down at where his body pressed against mine. I felt the low rumble in his chest against mine and almost laughed.

I was naked. And he was fully clothed. And I could feel him getting hard.

“It’s time, Cain,” I whispered. “I’m ready.”

“The fuck you are,” he muttered, still looking down, but then he released my wrist he’d had pinned against the wall and trailed that hand down my arm, against the side of my breast, then down my side, following the form of my waist and hip, then down…

I sucked in when he touched me.

He rumbled again, because I was already slick, and he entered me with two fingers immediately.

I bit my lip, but between his body and the way he held my throat, I couldn’t move without physically fighting, struggling. And I didn’twanthim to let me go.

“Is this what you want?”

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