Page 28 of Hunted Obsession

“I am crazy,” she says. “I’m driving myself crazy with this, and for what reason?”

Her words come out in a whisper. I watch her for a moment. She’s fucking beautiful. Seeing her this way is a million times better than through my computer screen. Even in her moment of sadness, she is stunning.

I don’t know how to respond to her because I don’t know her reasoning. At the same time, I can’t deny that I like the fact that she’s concerned and has been watching me. She turns to look over her shoulder at me.

Those piercing blue eyes keep me frozen in my place. “You don’t have to respond to me,” she murmurs.

“Lucille,” I murmur, taking a step toward her.

She spins around, her expression sad enough to make my heart squeeze. I haven’t felt anything like this in years. Not since I walked away from her the first time. I didn’t want to then, and I want to even less right now.

Having her standing in front of me now seems like it’s meant to be. Kismet or some shit. But this is the wrong goddamn time for this shit. As much as I want to express that she’s not crazy, I’ve never gotten over her. I can’t tell her any of that shit right now.

All I can do is reach out to her and take her in my arms. So, that is what I do. No more words are spoken. They are not needed.

LUCILLE

Theron wrapshis arms around me, taking me against his chest again. This time, he doesn’t ask me any more questions. Maybe he has everything he wants, and this is just physical. Whatever the case, I’m not going to question it because I haven’t had his lips on mine in ten years.

When his hands move around to the front of my pants, I gasp against his lips as his fingers pop the button of my jeans. I could protest and put up a good show of resistance, but I decide against it.

I could not resist him when I had him any time I wanted, so I definitely can’t now. When he pushes my jeans down my hips, they fall to my feet. Kicking off my shoes, I step out of them and return to his arms.

His head tilts to the side right before his mouth slams against mine again. I feel his fingers grip the back of my shirt, tugging on it and no doubt stretching it out. I don’t give a fuck if he stretches it beyond recognition.

Maybe I’ll frame it.

Theron lifts his head. His eyes are focused on mine as he slowly glides my shirt over my head, leaving me standing in front of him with just my panties and bra on. I bite my bottom lip and start to bend at the knees so I can do what I’ve been thinking about doing for weeks and suck his dick.

But before I can get to the floor, Theron slides his hands beneath my armpits and straightens me. His gaze bores into mine. He consumes me. In an instant, I’m frozen by his gaze. He owns me, this man. He always has.

“You’re not sucking my cock, sweetheart,” he rasps.

I almost beg to do just that but decide against it. Instead, I tilt my head back and look up into his eyes. Before I can askhim what he’s thinking, what he’s doing, he reaches down and wrenches my panties down my thighs.

Then, instantly, he picks me up, spinning me around so that my ass is perched against the side of his desk. Spreading my legs, he fits himself between them. I reach for his belt buckle and keep my eyes focused on his as I unbuckle him.

Slowly, I slide the zipper down, then push them down his thighs as far as I can. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I reach into his boxer briefs and wrap my fingers around his hard length.

Squeezing him, I let out a trembling breath. Theron wraps his fingers around my wrist firmly. I release my grasp on his length and spread my thighs even wider for him. Silently begging for him to come inside of me. My pussy aches, and I know I’m wet with anticipation.

Theron shoves his boxers down his legs, and my gaze flicks to his length. He’s long and hard, ready for me. Sliding my tongue along my bottom lip, I wet it as I stare at his cock and drool.

I’ve never felt this ravenous before.

I want him inside of me right this fucking second. If I could demand it, I would. But my words are frozen on my tongue. I don’t know what to say or do. I can only feel and stare as he shifts forward, aligning himself with my center.

Both of our gazes shift down between us, and I watch with avid anticipation as he slowly enters me until he is fully seated inside of my body, stretching me and filling me like nobody else ever could.

One of his hands wraps around my waist, his fingers gently dancing up my spine as I adjust to his intrusion. Then he grips the back of my hair, holding me tightly in his grasp. His other hand, he slides down my thigh before he curls his fingers around the back of my knee and spreads my thigh even wider.

I dig my nails into his shoulders as I hold on to him. He’s still wearing his soft T-shirt, and I’m still wearing my bra, but I don’t care. When it comes to Theron, nothing matters but this right here—him inside of me.

Then he moves.

Slowly, he slides out of my body, leaving just the tip of his cock before he glides back inside. I’m so wet that he can move with ease. I almost feel like I could come. It wouldn’t take much. A touch of his thumb against my clit, a strong wind.

His movements speed up and gain strength. My ass is pressed against the desk, and with each thrust of his hips, the desk moves at least an eighth of an inch. My head falls back, my hair hanging down and almost touching the desk.

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