Page 123 of The Hunt

It was beyond obsession, really. I’d lost my damn mind over her. Become totally fucking unhinged, willing to kill anyone and everyone if it meant keeping her safe. Even if it meant I had to lose everything in the end.

My money. My sanity. My life. I’d give it all up for her.

I took a step closer, gaze still skating up and down her gorgeous body. Her pink nipples tightened into stiff buds under the stream, and my mouth practically watered at the sight. I wanted to worship them, take my time laving them until she was panting and begging for it.

With a wicked smirk, I grabbed her by the hips and pushed her backward, pinning her against the tiles. The hungry look in her eyes told me to keep going, so I claimed her mouth with a rough kiss before moving it down to where I wanted it the most right now.

I sucked her nipples into my mouth, one by one, and Ifelt a surge of possessive triumph course through me as she arched against my hold, a soft moan escaping her lips. This wasit. This raw connection, the way she surrendered to me, the way my touch made her come undone. She was mine, and I would never, ever let her go.

I pulled away from her perfect tits and knelt all the way down on the tiled floor. Then I brought my face to her pussy, gliding my tongue around her clit.

“Oh, fuck,” she panted, nails digging into my shoulders as she clutched them for stability. At the same time, her lower body rocked forward, urging me onward. “More. Please…”

She really didn’t have to ask for more or say please. Not when she had the sweetest pussy on the face of the planet. If I’d known how good it tasted, I probably would’ve gotten down on my knees the first night I met her at Hollingsworth, ripped her clothes off, and savored every last piece of her for hours.

I swirled my tongue around her clit again, making her moan, and her nails dug in deeper. “Rhett,” she breathed.

“Yes?” I said, looking up at her with a smirk.

Her eyes were filled with naked frustration. “Fuck me.Please.”

“Patience, princess,” I murmured.

I flattened my tongue, returning it to slide all the way up and down her pussy as I spread her lips with one hand. When I moved slightly upward to lick her clit again, I slipped one finger just past her entrance to tease her, making her legs shake against the wall.

She started rocking her lower body again, silently demanding I slide my finger deeper inside her tight, slick pussy as my mouth licked and sucked at her swollen clit. She was aching with want by now. I could feel it in the way her pussy fluttered and throbbed around my finger, clearly desperate to be replaced with my cock.

“Oh, god,” she murmured. “I’m going to—”

Before she could finish her sentence, I pulled away and rose to my feet. “Not yet,” I growled. “I want you to come on my cock. Turn around.”

Like the good girl she was, she instantly followed my rough command, turning to press her hands against the tiles as she arched her back. I splayed my hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them to admire her ass and pussy before I pressed myself into her, pushing through the warm tightness.

She let out a loud moan, and I brought one hand up and around to her mouth to cover it, just in case someone had randomly decided to wander down to the west wing of Wildercliff. The other hand remained steadily on her right hip as I thrust into her, barely stopping myself from groaning and grunting too. She felt so fucking good. So fucking hot and tight and wet; the perfect place to bury my cock.

“This is all mine,” I muttered through ragged breaths. “All of it belongs to me. All ofyou.Every moan, every whimper, every breath, every orgasm…mine.”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Yours.”

“Come, baby,” I whispered into her ear. “Come now.”

My words sent her spiraling into climax, pussy contracting around me in warm, pulsating waves. My own climax followed, exploding together with hers in stunning chaos.

Oh, fuck…

What I wouldn’t give to do this again, and again, and again. And then again. If I died with my cock buried in this tight, decadent pussy, I’d die the happiest man in the world.

I rode out the wave of pleasure before pulling myself free with a grunt, leaning one hand against the wall to support my weight, which suddenly felt ten times heavier. I let my gaze sweep over Ev’s beautiful body again as her chest heaved in an attempt to catch her breath.

Beneath the soft glow of the bathroom light, her pale skin revealed something I’d missed earlier. It had all been hidden by the mix of grime and JJ’s blood; everything that had now been washed down the drain. Bruises shadowed her legs and arms like fading ink stains, and shallow cuts marked her where branches or thorns had caught her during desperate scrambles through the woods.

Guilt ate away at my insides as I took in every last cut, scrape, and bruise. She didn’t deserve any of this. Didn’t deserve an ounce of pain, apart from the sort of pain she enjoyed. But that was another issue; one that had nothing to do with her unwilling time in the Hunt.

Without a word, I reached past her and shut the water off, the sudden silence amplifying the sound of her harsh breathing. I grabbed a towel and gently wrapped it around her shoulders before rifling through my bag for a small first aid kit.

“Sit,” I murmured, nudging her toward the closed toilet lid.

She didn’t argue. Just watched me as I knelt in front of her and started cleaning the small wounds. My hands worked carefully, gently dabbing antiseptic over each scrape, my touch reverent in a way I hadn’t known I was capable of. Shedidn’t flinch, but every wince—no matter how slight—tightened something painful in my chest.

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