Page 29 of Hunted Obsession

Theron’s fingers grip the strands of my hair and tug it back a little more, stretching my neck until a bite of pain slices through me, but I welcome it. He grinds his pelvis against my clit with each downstroke, and I wonder if I’m going to explode into a million pieces.

There is too much going on and not enough at the same time. My nerve endings are spiraling, and I feel like I’m not in control of myself. When I whimper, Theron chuckles above me, then groans as he continues to fuck me even harder.

I am so close.

So damn close.

And then it happens.

I come.

It consumes me, races through me, and my vision turns from blurry to complete darkness. Everything around me fades to black.

Chapter Thirteen

THERON

As much asI want to keep her right here with me and fuck her over and over, I know that isn’t possible, at least not right this moment. Maybe when all this shit blows over, whatever the hell it is, we can get back to this. Back to us. Because it’s clear that there is something here.

Something big.

Taking a step backward, I wince at the loss of Lucille’s warm heat. I tug up my pants, put myself back together. But she doesn’t move. Her hands grip the edge of my desk, keeping her from falling to the floor.

“We can’t do this again,” I announce. “For your safety.”

She lifts her head, her eyes find mine, and she holds my gaze with her own for a long moment, then dips her chin. I watch as she dresses, unable to move. I should probably feel guilty, but I don’t. Being inside of her again felt like coming home, and I’m not going to feel bad about that, not fucking ever.

“Seriously, forget about this shit, Lucille. Forget about me. This cannot happen again.”

She doesn’t say anything immediately. When her eyes find mine again, my whole body jerks at the sight of the expression on her face. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt Lucille, but this is to protect her.

Once she’s dressed, I watch as she moves toward me, her eyes searching mine as she does. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Those eyes are focused on mine, looking nowhere else. I have the urge to pull her into my arms again and kiss the fuck out of her.

“It was worth it,” she whispers.

Arching a brow, I don’t say anything. She doesn’t wait for me to speak anyway before she continues. “Being with you one more time was worth all of the heartache it causes to not have you.”

I’m not sure how to fucking answer that, so, like a pussy, I don’t. Instead, I watch as she turns around and walks out of my office. Then I send a text to Boden to let him know she’ll be leaving since he’s in charge of monitoring the doors today. It’s not like we get much foot traffic, but someone has to at least be available just in case.

Then I walk around my desk and sit down in my chair. I try not to imagine Lucille spread out over this desk. I only fucked her in one position, but I could think of a dozen different ways to make her come just on this desk alone.

My phone buzzes as my imagination begins to run wild in all the ways that I could make Lucille come. Glancing down at my phone, I grimace at the sight of the incoming text. It’s from Emmie. My cock is still wet from Lucille, and now I have to deal with Emmie.

EMMIE: I miss you, baby.

LUNCH?

Keeping my eyes on her is part of my plan, which means I have to spend as much time with her as humanly fucking possible, which I don’t want any goddamn part of. But I want Ravet more. I want him so badly that I can taste him.

I want to torture him.

I want to watch him bleed.

Watch him squirm.

I want to see the life drain from his eyes and know that it was me who did that.

EMMIE: I’ll be waiting.

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