Page 5 of Hunting Pretty

Oh God. I was going to come…

I was going to come on the thigh of the stranger who’d broken into my bedroom.

What was wrong with me?

The pleasure crested, my muscles tensing as I felt myself tip over.

He froze.

I couldn’t help but whimper.

He was trying to torture me.

What the fuck, Ava? You shouldn’t be disappointed that the intruder stopped assaulting you.

He tore his gaze away from mine, staring across my bedroom, cocking his head as if he was listening for something.

What was he doing?

A knock came on my bedroom door.

“Ava?” It was Angus, one of Ebony’s bodyguards. “Are you okay?”

My intruder turned back to face me, his eyes flashing in a warning.

He nodded his head toward the door. Then he pressed his thigh against my swollen clit again and watched me as if he was waiting for my reaction.

Oh. He was giving me a choice: if I called off the bodyguard… he’d let me come.

I was so close. I wanted to come so bad.

Jesus, Ava. Are you really considering letting this criminal give you a fucking orgasm? Are you really that fucking starved for affection?

Apparently, I was.

Because I nodded.

It was only a tiny movement because his gloved hand was still clamped down over my mouth so tight.

He slowly peeled his palm off my lips, his fingers tracing down over my neck like a lover’s caress, sending a spine-racking shiver through me.

He closed his hand around my throat, firm but without restricting my breath.

A warning.

Or perhaps… a promise.

My breath hitched. Need surged through me and my hips rocked against him.

He pressed his hips against mine so I couldn’t move. Couldn’t get any satisfaction. So that I was totally under his control.

I repressed a whimper.

God, I was so fucked up that Iwantedthis stranger to choke me while I came.

I should scream out to the bodyguard and have this asshole arrested. This was my chance.

I glanced between my intruder’s burning stare and the door as another knock came, louder this time.

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