Page 72 of Hunted By Valentine

As he works his way down my body, he kneels before me, his dark eyes never leaving mine. Needing to touch him, I run my fingers through his hair, the soft strands a stark contrast to the hard planes of his face.

Valentine’s touch becomes more insistent as he reaches my inner thighs, his fingers tracing the delicate skin. He chuckles darkly as he finds me wet and ready for him.

“You want this, don’t you?” he murmurs, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. “You want me to make you forget everything but the feel of my hands on your body.”

“Yes. That’s what I want.”

Valentine turns his head to the side, noticing the tattoo on my left thigh. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you, Pet?” he rasps, licking the intricate design before blowing on the wet patch he created.

The coldness that follows makes me tremble, like it’s reminding my body that I’m still freezing from my walk. Valentine notices my shaking, and without a word, he stands and scoops me up as if I weigh nothing. I feel so small, so fragile in his strong embrace. But also safe.

He carries me into his bedroom, and without letting me go, he pulls back the sheets, revealing the cool, inviting darkness of his bed. My heart pounds in my chest, my breath coming in shallow gasps as he lays me down gently.

I soak up every movement as he undresses, his strong, muscular body on full display. He moves with a grace that seems almost otherworldly, his every action calculated and precise. As he climbs into bed beside me, I feel the warmth of his skin against mine, the heat radiating from his body like a furnace.

His arms wrap around me, holding me tight as if he’s trying to protect me from the world outside. I feel the dam inside me break, and before I know it, I’m sobbing uncontrollably. The tears stream down my face, my body shaking with the force of my emotions. Valentine holds me tighter, not saying a word, but his presence is enough to comfort me.

After only God knows how long, my sobs begin to fade. Valentine untangles himself and sits up, leaning back against the wall. He looks down at me, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that takes my breath away.

“Take me in your mouth,” he commands, pointing at his erection. The one I felt digging into me while we cuddled. I obey without hesitation, moving between his legs and taking his hardness into my mouth while resting my head on his stomach.

The familiar weight of him on my tongue, the taste of his skin… it soothes me in a way that words never could. His cock is like a pacifier, grounding me, calming my frayed nerves. I can taste the salt on my tongue, feel the hardness of him against my lips.

Valentine lets out a deep groan as his fingers trace a path down my spine, sending a shiver up my body. I feel myself growing wet yet again, my desire for him overwhelming. I want to please him, to give myself to him completely.

As I suckle on Valentine’s cock, his taste floods my senses, filling me with a sense of belonging I’ve never known before. My body trembles from the intensity of the emotions coursing through me.

I feel myself slipping away, my mind succumbing to the hazy fog of sleep. My body sags against Valentine’s, and I cling to him, desperate to maintain this connection. I don’t remember ever feeling so safe, so cherished.

The Hunter

I wait until my little pet is fast asleep before I climb out of bed. It’s surprising how little I want to move. Not just because I love the feel of her lips wrapped around my cock. No, that’s almost the least of it.

I like the way her hair feels between my fingers. Having her here with me is making me feel… calm in a way that’s completely devoid of the usual coldness that lingers in every crevice of my mind.

But with Ruby here, there are things I have to do. I systematically go through my apartment, removing all traces of my alter ego; the Hunter.

Once everything she doesn’t need to see is hidden, I send an email to the dean of Holloway University, informing her that I’ve come down with a case of food poisoning and won’t be able to teach tomorrow.

Naturally, I don’t get a reply. Not that it matters. She’ll see my email in the morning, and with my spotless record, there’s no reason for her to question me.

Quietly, I slip back into bed again, guiding my now flaccid cock back into Ruby’s hot, wet mouth, and within seconds, I’m hard again. God, it feels amazing. Especially when her tongue snakes around my tip.

I bite back a groan, not wanting to wake her up. As I try not to focus on the sensation, I ponder what to do tomorrow. I have my pet all to myself, and I think it’s time to find out if she’s ready to give herself over to me willingly. Maybe it’s even time for a different game—one I’ve never played before, but one Ruby’s inspired.

Breaking someone and making them loyal is easy enough, and since she never told Michael who gave her the bite mark, it’s a safe assumption I’ve achieved that. It’s not enough, though. With Ruby, I want more. I want to push the limits, both hers and mine. Twist them into obliteration and see where that leaves us.

Chapter 28

The Prey

Iwake with a gasp, my heart pounding in my chest as I jolt upright. Disoriented, I blink rapidly, trying to get my bearings. Smooth, dark sheets pool around my waist. Towering bookshelves and expensive abstract art line the walls.

Valentine’s home.

I’m in his bed where I fell asleep surrounded by him, but I’m alone now.

Scanning the spacious room, I absently rub my arms, shivering despite the warmth. Letting the silk sheet slip from my bruised body, I wince as I cautiously get out of bed.

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