Page 65 of Hunting Pretty

“No. Stop.” She begged. Even as her hips bucked up, begging for me.

My girl was begging for me.

Even as she whispered no, her body screamed,Yes. More.

Who was I to say no to her body’s sweet, sweet request?

I traced the knife down her stomach and along the gorgeous curve of her hips. Her skin pebbled as I traced the knife across her sensitive skin. “I told you not to investigate and what did you do?”

She swallowed gasps and moans, each sound slowly sending me insane.

I shifted myself down her thighs so that I could see her panties, the front triangle now dark with wetness.

My girl was soaked.

The sight unleashed something in me. My dick ached to be freed from my pants.

Damn my promise.

Damn my intentions.

Screw my plan.

I slipped the edge of the knife under her panties on her hip.

Her eyes widened, her body lurching.

I placed my other hand flat on her stomach, holding her down. “Don’t move a muscle. I wouldn’t want to cut you. At least… not yet.”

She froze.

Finally. My pretty little doll was finally doing what she was told.

I grinned, need surging through me.

Suddenly I didn’t care that Ava wasn’t mine first.

Let the Devil curse me. My soul was already damned.

I wanted her.

I would take her.

AVA

At first, when I realized I couldn’t move, I thought I was having my usual nightmare.

But then I woke up and realized my hands were tied up.

And my dark stalker loomed over me, pinning my hips down.

No, I must still be trapped in a nightmare. I was asleep locked in a terrible dream and I was struggling to wake up.

But it was real.

Hewas real.

And so was the knife in his hand.

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