Page 63 of Hunting Pretty

Maybe it was better if she thought I did. Maybe she’d actually fucking listen to me.

“So what if I did?” I asked.

A sadness flashed over her eyes before she tucked it away, her delicate throat bobbing under my palm. “Are you going to kill… me?”

“That depends on you.” I squeezed her throat just to make a point, to let her know how easily I could snap her neck if she defied me.

She swallowed, her throat bobbing against my palm. “W-what do you want?”

Finally, my doll was ready to listen to me.

I loosened my hand from her throat and traced down her neck and her collarbone, reveling in the softness of her skin. “You are going to do exactly what I say.”

She flinched at my touch even as she shivered. “W-what do you want from me?”

My fingers traced over the swell of the top of her breasts and she sucked in a breath.

Fuck. Those breasts begged me to cup them, to run my fingers over those nipples, now poking out of her thin t-shirt.

But I stopped myself. Now was not the time to get carried away.

I jerked my hand away, flexing my fist because it ached to stop touching her. “You are going to stop investigating Liath’s disappearance.”

Surprise crossed her features before defiance hardened her jaw. “No.”

For a moment, I just stared at her.

Lying underneath me and tied to the bed.

What the fuck? She was in no position to deny me anything.

The surge of frustration rushed through me, mixing with my burning need, this potent cocktail going straight to my dick.

My erection was painful, the pressure behind my zipper making me dizzy.

I regripped her throat and leaned forward, letting some of my weight press around her throat. “You will do exactly what I tell you.”

As I restricted her breathing, just a little, just to make a point, that she was mine to control, her pupils dilated, her nipples hardened.

My cock responded by surging with blood as need coursed through my veins.

Oh, Ava, how I’d love to make you come while I choked you.

You’d fucking love it, too.

None of this vanilla shite that your ex was into. There would be no missionary position for a pathetic forty seconds, then roll over with us.

I’d fill you so full of fear and my cum that you’d never feel empty again.

She had the nerve to laugh. “You don’t scare me.”

I repressed a scowl. “I should.”

She shook her head, only a slight movement because my hand was restricting her. “You’re not going to hurt me.”

Annoyance bled through my need.

Stubborn, defiant, silly girl.

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