Page 98 of Hunted By Valentine

Now that I’ve had time to contemplate everything without her around to distract me, I know I’m not in a rush with anything regarding her. We have time. I’m obviously not going to kill her, I’m going to keep her around. Whatever that means, I’m not sure. All I know is that she’s mine, and I’ll never want to say goodbye.

Suddenly, she bites down hard on my tongue, drawing blood and forcing me to release her with a grunt. She glares at me, her eyes ablaze with fury and desire. “You were hired to kill me,” she accuses in a shrill voice, pointing at a piece of paper on the floor.

Automatically, I bend down and pick it up. As I straighten, I scan it, recognizing the contract. Hmm, so it seems I couldn’t hear everything from the bedroom, because I didn’t hear her confront Michael about this. But since I’m not against my little pet knowing the truth, I don’t even consider denying what she’s saying.

“How did you find out?” I ask, curious.

She shakes her head. “That’s not important—”

“It’s important to me,” I growl.

“Well, it isn’t to me,” she says, stubbornly lifting her chin and meeting my gaze as if daring me to interrupt her again.

A smirk splays on my lips as I grab her hips and pull her closer. “Ask me anything you want, Pet,” I rasp.

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

I expected this question, so the answer comes easily. “I never even considered telling you until I woke up and you were gone.” I arch an eyebrow. “After you drugged me.”

Atmy words, she looks like the cat that got the canary. “Now you know what it feels like,” she retorts. I wish I knew what she’s thinking as her expression changes right in front of me. All humor is gone in a blink, and she glares at me with fury in her eyes. “You stalked me after Christmas, didn’t you? It’s also because of you that he…” She points down at Michael. “… made me take your class. This is all a sick game to you, isn’t it?”

She’s not wrong; I took the job because of my curiosity, and I’ve played with her and kept her close for the same reason. “Yes,” I admit, holding her gaze. “That’s how it started.”

Nodding, she takes the paper from me. “At least you’re being honest,” she mumbles as she turns away to kneel in front of Michael. “So here I am, with two men who couldn’t care less what happens to me. It’s fitting.”

Her words strike a chord inside me, and guilt makes its presence known. “I said that’s how it started,” I growl, irrationally annoyed she’s only paying attention to some of what I say. “That’s not how it is now.”

She waves me off and shakes her head. “When are you planning on killing me?” she asks, looking up at me.

I reach for her. “I’m not going to kill you,” I snarl. “You’re mine now, Ruby. And you have been since I first laid eyes on you. I’m much too possessive and controlling to even allow death to come between me and what I want.”

She tries to fight me as I pull her to her feet, but it’s useless. I wrap my arm around her and hold her tight against my body. “I’m yours?” she asks, incredulous. “Why? Because you say so? Because he…” She kicks Michael’s feet. “… gave me to you?”

Nodding, I reply, “All of the above. But most importantly, because I say so.”

“Prove it,” she snaps. “Prove I’m yours, Valentine.”

With a low chuckle, I remove my leather jacket and lie down on the floor. “Remove your dress and come sit on my face, Pet.”

“I told you—”

“Never to call you that,” I smirk, finishing her sentence. “Yeah, yeah. Just do asI say. Now.”

She doesn’t look at me when she lowers the straps of her dress and starts pulling the fabric down. When she reaches her hips, she shimmies them. “Prop him up,” she says. “I want him to see what you do to me.”

I’m all too happy to do what she says, and it doesn’t take me long to push Michael up so he’s sitting, resting against the couch. His eyes are open, moving around in their sockets. His breathing is nothing more than shallow wheezing.

“Can you hear us?” I ask, tapping my chin with my finger as I look down at the man who hired me. I crouch down and lean closer, lowering my voice so only he can hear me. “Now I understand why you’re afraid of her. She’s… magnificent. Way too good for the likes of you, and me, if I’m honest.”

Wordlessly, I get back to Ruby, lying down on the floor, moving so I’m lying between her spread legs as she stands above me. “Sit on my face,” I growl, grabbing her thighs and pulling until she sways on her heels.

A shudder runs through her as she turns, facing away from my body. Then she lowers herself until she’s completely resting her cunt on my mouth. I can taste the tang of arousal as my tongue flicks against her swollen lips.

Her body trembles above me, and I grip her thighs to keep her steady as I eagerly lick and suck at her, exploring every inch of her with my tongue. She moans softly, her movements growing more urgent as she grinds down onto my face, seeking more pleasure.

My dick stirs, hardening in my pants, pushing against its denim prison.

“Yes! God! Just like that,” she moans eagerly, rocking her hips faster.

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