Page 148 of Hunt for You

“I need to taste you,” he growled. “Close your eyes… Close your fucking eyes, Bridget,” he hissed.

Then he dropped his chin, pushed that mask up to the top of his head like a shield from my eyes, and laid his mouth on me.

A high, whimpering cry broke in my throat as he licked me from my core to my clit and my hips bucked.

He gave a low chuckle, grabbed my ass with both hands and held me there, thumbs on my butt cheeks, his fingers curling between my thighs and holding me apart.

I was perched there, balanced on the ball of one foot, the other knee hooked over his shoulder and my body quivering with every pass of his tongue.

But the pleasure… the warm, slick feeling of him, the rumbling in his chest, his breath—and mine—echoing in the empty, still house.

I broke in seconds, crying his name, clutching his head, my body arching, bowing against the wall and pressing harder against that incredible tongue… until all strength left me.

My heart was hammering so hard I shook from head to toe. And I was weak.

So fucking weak for him.

He propped me up against the wall as I tried desperately to get my breath back, pulling his mask back down before he looked up at me.

And then, my feet were on the floor again, but his warm, steel strength was upright and pressing me into the wall, one hand cupping my face, his thumb on my cheek, his fingers at the back of my neck and he leaned down.

His lips would have brushed my ear, I thought, but instead that cold mask filtered his breath against my skin.

“Get ready, Bridget. There’s only one more hunt.”

“W-when?” I gasped.

“That’smychoice.” When I tensed, he gripped me harder and shook his head. “Man up, Bridget. You chose our agreement.I choose when. You get what you want. And so do I. That’s how this works.”

Then my skin—flushed and heated from my orgasm—went cold, because he let me go and whipped around, grabbing Ronald and throwing him over his shoulder, then stalking out of the bedroom, down the hall, and out the back door where they’d both entered.

And he didn’t say another word.

46. Done with This

~ CAIN ~

I used my kit to tape Ronald’s wrists together, tight behind his back—which would be excruciating on that shoulder when he woke up. Then I tossed him into the trunk of the car and drove him into the city, fighting the urge to just slit his throat the entire drive.

But that wasn’t my game anymore.

I found the building I wanted, parked in a nearby alleyway praying that the towing company wouldn’t be diligent tonight, then grabbed Ronald and threw him over my shoulder, walking straight into the security area at the front door.

The moment the door closed behind me and I was out of public eye, I relaxed a hair. But one of the guards looked like he was going to stop me, so I grabbed Ronald’s hair and lifted his head so they’d see his face.

“Oh shit,” the younger one said.

“You get Val,” the older one told him, then looked at me with an assessing gaze when the kid darted inside. “It’s been a while,” he said in a low, warning tone.

“She’ll let me in. You know she will.”

He didn’t respond right away, but his eyes dropped back to Ronald again and he shook his head. “This guy is more trouble than he’s worth.”

“Make sure Val understands that,” I growled. “Because next time I run into him he’s not going to need a hospital, he’ll need a morgue.”

The guy grunted, but then the kid leaned through the door and peered around, eyes wide. “She said come to her office.”

I took a deep breath then followed him down that dark hallway, back intoVigorí,back into my fucked up past. And I was mentally cursing the entire time, because I’d sworn I’d never come back to this place.

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