Page 79 of Hunted By Valentine

I’m not gentle as I dig my nails in harder, but it’s what my pet needs. The sensation is enough to push her over the edge. She places one hand on top of mine, pulling me impossibly closer. Like she’s wanting to make sure I don’t let go of her flesh.

She cries out, her pussy gripping my fingers tight as her orgasm washes over her. “S-so good. Don’t stop. P-please…” Her words morph into chest-deep moans of pleasure.

Her pussy squeezes my fingers tightly, clenching, as her orgasm washes over her. My name is a chant on her lips, one I can’t get enough of hearing, one I want to hear again as I chase her in the forest.

As the last tremors work their way through her body, I carefully reach behind me, pulling at the brick just above my right shoulder. It comes out easily enough. Without wasting time, I grasp the syringe and push it into her neck, pushing the contents into her vein, before she registers what’s going on.

“Val—”

The drug works faster than she can say my name, and within seconds, she’s slumping against me.

Despite the urgency tearing at my barely existing patience, I remain on the bed for hours. My pet is still slumped against me, and I like the weight of her unconscious body pressing against mine.

After twelve hours, I give her another dose of the sedative before allowing myself some sleep. Since timing is everything, I’ll wait until just before dawn before I drive us up there.

I awake to Ruby stirring in my arms. Her voice is thick with remnants of sleep as she says my name. “Valentine.”

Christ, I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing that.

Instead of answering, I inject her with the last dose of sedative she’s going to need. It’s almost time, so I just need her out long enough for me to get there.

A smile splits my lips as I move her to the side and I get out from behind her. Then I dress her in one of my long-sleeved shirts and the jeans she arrived in. Socks and shoes are next. Once she’s fully dressed, I do the same for myself.

Carrying her down to my car is hardly an effort. Wanting her close to me, I place her on the front passenger seat. As I watch her, I wonder if she might get cold. So I run back to my loft and grab a blanket that I throw over her before getting into the driver’s seat.

Chapter 31

The Prey

The first thing I notice as I come to is that my head is throbbing, each beat of my heart sending a jolt of pain through my skull. The surrounding air is stale, dust tickling my throat with every breath I take. I try to sit up, but my body feels heavy, sluggish, like I’m underwater.

The second thing I notice is that I’m blindfolded, and my wrists are tied behind my back. What the hell happened?

I was with… yeah, I was with Valentine in his bed. But that’s definitely not where I am now. This place smells different, and it’s eerily quiet.

“Valentine?” My tongue feels thick in my mouth as I call out for him. Did Michael come for me? “Where are you? Are you okay?”

My heart beats faster as my mind conjures up images of Valentine being hurt, of me being back in Michael’s grasp.

Shit, shit, shit!

A sob breaks free as I call for him over and over.

“Where am I?” I mutter, my voice raspy and weak from calling for a man that can’t hear me. The question goes unanswered as I try to focus on sounds. But there aren’t any.

Suddenly, there’s a sharp whizzing sound, and something flies past my head. I scream, instinct taking over as I roll off whatever I was laid on, and onto the floor. My body aches, but I can’t afford to hesitate. I need to get out of here. Now.

The sound comes again, setting my nerves on edge, the danger closing in on me all too real. “Who’s there?!” I cry out, scrambling to stand up.

“Run away, little girl. Run away,” a menacing voice taunts from somewhere close, making my blood run cold. “Don’t let me catch you. If I do, you’re mine.”

I don’t recognize the voice, but the threat is clear.

My heart hammers in my chest as I begin running in the opposite direction of where I thought I heard the voice coming from.

As I feel coldness wrap around me, I realize I’m running toward an exit. I try to pick up speed, but it’s hard when I can’t use my arms to balance myself, or see where I’m going.

My breathing is ragged, each breath tearing like ice through my lungs. Panic courses through me, driving me into an unsure sprint.

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