Page 4 of Hunting Pretty

But then again, if I knew him, why would he be breaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night?

No. He was a total stranger. An intruder.

I started to fight for my freedom again. I elbowed his side but didn’t have enough leverage. I made my hand into a claw and aimed for those piercing eyes.

But he moved like a flash, gathering up my wrists with his free hand and pinning them against the wall above myhead. He shoved his knee in between my thighs to restrain me.

I was like a butterfly pinned to a board.

Holy crap. He pressed into me with every inch of his strong, powerful body.

The sharp edge of danger in his eyes should have scared me, but instead, it made my skin buzz, my whole body hyper-aware of every inch between us.

My knees were trembling; my heart was a riot against my rib cage.

But to my horror, a part of me flared to life. I was on the brink, teetering between fear and excitement, my body betraying me with a flood of heat.

My nipples hardened into painful points against his firm chest.

And by the look on his face, the crinkle of amusement in his eyes, he knew it.

My breath caught in my throat, the tension between us thick and electric, the air humming with an energy I couldn’t control.

He shifted and I felt his cock growing against my hip.

Oh my God, it was so big and thick.

Much bigger than Cormac’s dick.

For one shameful moment, I imagined what it might feel like to have my intruder’s cock slide into me, splitting me open.

His thigh pressed against my clit and an unwanted gush of heat pooled between my legs.

I swallowed back a shudder.

Why was my body reacting this way?

Something dark and hungry flashed across his eyes, and my stomach flipped.

He ground his thigh against me again.

What was he doing?

My heart pounded so fast it was hard to tell if it was from fear or something else entirely.

He leaned farther in, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he licked the sweat off my neck.

I winced.Please, no.

And yet my skin felt electrified, need coursing through my mutinous body.

He kept going, kept grinding against me, slowly at first, then faster, his cock getting harder as the friction burned hot between us.

I squeezed my eyes shut as he continued his assault on me, as cell by cell my body betrayed me, disgust turning to need, fear mixing with pleasure to produce the most intoxicating cocktail.

As he rocked his hips, heat flooded between my legs, my panties soaking through into his pant leg. Surely, he could feel how wet I was getting.

A traitorous moan came, muffled against his leather glove. I realized I was bucking my hips as if begging for more.

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