Page 82 of Hunted Obsession

Pushing off the wall, I move toward the living room, where the two men are sitting on the sofa facing one another. Their heads both swing to face me. I give them a small smile but don’t say anything as I head toward the kitchen.

The conversation ends, and I know it’s because they don’t want me to hear, which is fine because I don’t want that conversation to shift to me and my involvement with the dark web. In fact, I want to die a quick death so I can move forward… with my man and everything I ever wanted. Everything I worked so hard for.

“You coming into the office today?” Vaughn asks as I pour myself a glass of water.

“I’ll head that way in an hour,” Theron murmurs.

My thighs press together as my pussy aches with anticipation of what that means. Is he going to fuck me again during that hour? Because I really want that. Like right now. Biting the corner of my lip, I grip my water glass tightly and wait for Vaughn to leave.

Thankfully, he is gone a few moments later. Theron is in the kitchen, his shoulder leaning against the doorjamb as his gaze connects with my own. I stand, wordlessly, breathlessly, as I wait for whatever is about to happen.

“You were listening to us. Why?” Theron asks.

Gulping the water down, I try to take a moment to stall. I set the glass down and shrug a shoulder, unsure of how to respond to him… so I don’t. Theron pushes off the wall and takes a step toward me, then another. He stops just a few feet away. He’s close enough to touch me, but he doesn't reach out, even though I internally beg him to.

“Just curious,” I say, giving him a half-truth. I was overly curious about what he had to say to Vaughn, but I was more worried about what Vaughn had to say about me.

Theron doesn’t say anything immediately. He watches me intently, searching my gaze and looking for an answer. He’s not going to get one, aside from the one that I already gave him. He knows more about me, about the things I do, than anyone else in the world. He doesn’t need to know everything.

“I don’t believe you,” he murmurs.

Thankfully, he closes the short distance between us and wraps his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. Dipping his chin, he tilts his head to the side, his mouth touching mine, pressing hard.

It’s delicious, just like him.

Arching my back, I press my chest against him. Theron lets out a chuckle as he lifts his face from mine. He doesn’t move back from me, which I expect him to do. Instead, he continues to hold me tightly against his body.

“You’re lying to me about something,” he rasps. “But I don’t give a fuck because you’re mine. I’ll figure it out, sweetheart—eventually.”

I hope to hell he doesn’t.

THERON

Taking half a step backward,I release her, but only long enough to reach out again, gripping her waist and spinning her around so she’s facing the counter. Without me having to say a single word, she grasps the edge of the counter and bends at the waist.

Tugging her panties down, I slide my hands to her hips, tipping and aligning them perfectly with my cock. I press thehead of my cock against her entrance, and slowly, centimeter by centimeter, I slip inside of her.

Burying myself inside of her, I tug her closer to me and hear her let out a cry as soon as I am seated deep inside her body. Lucille reaches back and grips my wrist. I stay buried inside of her, releasing her hip with my other hand to slide it up her side, my fingertips dancing until I reach her neck.

Wrapping my fingers around the front of her throat, I guide her head backward, watching the way she arches for me. I move my hips slowly as I fuck her, taking my time and watching the way her body accepts me.

Fucking amazingly.

When I curl my fingers around her throat a little tighter, her breath hitches and her eyes widen. Absolutely stunning. Moving in and out of her, I hold her body still, fucking her with an even rhythm.

She won’t come this way, but she will get close, and that’s what I’m going for. I think about using this as a tactic to find out exactly what the fuck she’s keeping from me. Shaking that thought out of my head, I decide she can have her secrets, because I own her now.

Lucille moans, her thighs trembling and threatening to give out from beneath her. I close my eyes, keeping her body where I want it, using her, consuming her, all the while she owns me just as much as I do her.

I slip my hand around her hip, my fingers dancing their way between her legs, finding her clit. Circling her bud, I rub her there firmly. She whimpers, her body still in position and unmoving—exactly where I want her.

Leaning forward, I touch my lips to the shell of her ear. “I own you, Lucille. Every fucking piece of you.”

When her pussy clenches, I know she’s found her release. My fingers keep moving between her legs, faster and harder, until I hear her scream. I pull it out of her, drawing it out.

Smiling to myself, I nip the shell of her ear when her body starts jerking and bucking. It’s fucking beautiful. Her wetness coats my cock. It’s sexy as fuck. Keeping my grip on her hip, I move inside of her, watching the way my cock easily slides in and out of her.

I bury myself deep inside of her and tug her head back farther as I come, emptying myself inside of her body. Shifting my face down to her throat, I kiss the side of her neck, then release her and slide out of her.

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