Page 7 of Hunting Pretty

“Clean up the mess you made,” he growled in a dangerous low voice that vibrated right into the very core of me.

Before I could protest, he shoved his fingers into my mouth.

My head hit against the wall as he thrust into me, pinning me.

He pulled his fingers in and out and I tasted my sweetness and musk amid the leather as I sucked my cum off his fingers.

His cock twitched against my hip. Was he going to make me suckitnext?

The thought should horrify me. Should fill me with disgust.

And it did. Mostly.

But the ache began to grow again in my greedy core. What was wrong with me?

He pushed his fingers so far back down my throat that I gagged.

But even that sent a pulse of need through my fear, an intoxicating mix.

He pulled his fingers from my mouth.

“Good girl, Ava.”

He stepped back and cold air rushed in where his hot body had consumed me.

I slid down the wall into a confused puddle, my legs still trembling, as he stepped to my balcony door, barely making a sound as he moved.

I hugged my chest with my arms as my shoulders shook with relief. He was leaving. He wasn’t going to keep assaulting me.

But a tiny fucked-up part of me ached for him to stay. For him to keep going.

A rush of cold air swept into the room and across my clammy skin as he slipped out the balcony door.

“Wait!” I called out.

But the door clicked softly shut and he was gone.

Just as a realization gripped me in its lethal hold.

A realization that chilled me to my bones, an icy truth that left my skin prickling, each hair standing on end.

One that left my head spinning with the dangerous possibilities.

And a dizziness swirling in my head, unsteady and disorienting, over what he had planned for me next.

Because my intruder knew my name.

THE SHADOW

I’d been watching Ava for a long,longtime.

And so far, I’d kept in the shadows.

I stayed far enough away so she’d never know I was here.

Keeping my distance. Staying smart. Never letting her see me.

Watching.