Page 58 of Hunted Obsession

LUCILLE

I’m not evensure what to do here. I’m in a strange house. The location is beyond me because I was scared as fuck as Vaughn raced through Nights and then pulled into a dark parking garage, and then shuffled me to an elevator.

Walking over to the window, I look out, and all I can tell is that I’m somewhere downtown, which doesn’t surprise me because this is a really nice building. The nicest I’ve ever been in before.

There is a sound behind me; the door opens and then closes. I hear the automatic lock click into place, but I don’t need to look behind me. I know who is there. I can tell by the way the atmosphere around me shifts.

Theron is an enigma. He fills the atmosphere with something that is indescribably him. And I love it. If I could consume it, that’s what I would do. I would consume any and every part of him.

“Lucille,” he rasps.

I think about ignoring him, but I’m not that strong. I turn around, my gaze lifts to find his, and I hold it for a moment. We stay where we are, him several feet away, too far to touch me, and yet I want nothing else.

“Theron,” I whisper.

He takes a step toward me, and I let out an exhale. My body trembles. I want him to touch me. Anywhere and everywhere. It’s been too long. Then, he finally does what I want. He lifts his hand, his index finger extended as he touches the center of my chest.

Slowly, he drags his finger down my body, stopping at the waist of my pants. He doesn’t slip it behind the waistband. He doesn’t do or say anything else.

Instead, he just holds his position as his gaze searches mine, and then he takes another step forward right before he hooks his finger in the waist of my jeans and hauls me toward him.

Falling slightly, I lift my hands and place my palms against his chest as I dip forward, never breaking my gaze with his. His lips curve up into a smirk. I open my mouth to ask him what’s happening but snap my lips closed when he shakes his head once.

His head slices to the side, and then I feel his lips on my mouth. Whimpering, my lips part as his tongue fills my mouth. Sliding my hands up his arms, I wrap one of my hands around the back of his neck while sliding the other down his back.

Theron tastes like sex and sin.

I want that.

I want it all—forever.

Then he reaches behind me, and I feel his hands grip my ass before he picks me up. Expecting him to take me to the bedroom, I gasp, my head falling backward with a thud as it hits the glass behind me.

He releases my ass and sets me down on the floor. Then his hands reach for the button of my jeans. He pops it easily and shoves them down my legs. He straightens, placing his palm on the glass beside my head.

“On your knees, sweetheart,” he rasps. “And thighs spread. I want you to play with your cunt while you suck my cock.”

My thighs tremble. I have to press them together at the mention of what he wants. They’re demands. And the only thing I can think to do is follow said demands, mainly because I’ve been thinking about this moment for weeks.

I have wanted nothing more than to taste him, and now I can.

Sinking down to my knees, I spread my thighs before I reach up and unbuckle his pants. Sliding them down his thighs, watching as they pool at his ankles. I lift my gaze up to his, looking up at him through my lashes.

Opening my mouth, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and gently suck. Theron grunts, his fingers tangling in the back of my hair. He doesn’t pull me toward him, though. Instead, he presses his lips together, rolling them a few times.

Pulling back slightly, I open my mouth wide and lean forward, slipping my hand between my thighs. I don’t say a word. I know this is what he wants—submission. And I will always give it to him.

Slowly, he sinks down my throat. Closing my eyes, I relax my throat as much as I can before I begin to move my fingers between my thighs, breathing through my nose. He slowly pulls out of me, then sinks back down again.

Over and over.

My fingers move faster and faster between my legs. I focus on my clit, swirling and applying just the right amount of pressure. It’s everything I’ve been dreaming of when I watched him with Emmie.

Jerking my hips, I rise closer and closer to the edge. It doesn’t take me long. One thrust of his hips, one pinch of my clit, and I come. My hips buck, and I moan. Theron groans as he buries himself down my throat and comes.

Closing my eyes, I let his salty cum slide down my throat. I have missed this so much. More than I could have ever imagined. I thought I knew, but I had no clue how much I craved him—how much I missed this.

Chapter Twenty-Six

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