Page 99 of The Hunt

I felt my muscles burning as my asshole tried to push his cock out, but I gritted my teeth and exhaled, trying to relax around the thick intrusion.

“Good girl,” Rhett whispered against my ear. “Let it happen.”

He pushed in all the way before slowly withdrawing, and then he dropped the knife and began to fuck my ass relentlessly, punishing me with his cock, no longer allowing me any timeto adjust. I gasped and cried out from the pain and pleasure combined, head spinning with mad lust.

“Your ass is mine,” Rhett growled. “Every part of you ismine.”

“Yes!” I moaned. “Fuck me!”

It suddenly occurred to me that this island was under surveillance, but I couldn’t bring myself to care if anyone was watching. Not even if it was the whole world. All that mattered in this moment was the fact that I belonged to Rhett, letting him do whatever he wanted with my body. Letting him claim every inch of me.

“Such a good girl,” he muttered. “Look how well you’re taking me already. So fucking tight but so fucking needy.”

I nodded fervently, unable to form coherent sentences any longer. Rhett kept fucking me like I was his property, and I loved every second of it.

Finally, it was enough for him. He withdrew and drove back into my ass with a low grunt, and then he came, still thrusting as his cum spurted deep inside me. I gasped and let my hands drop, legs shaking. I was barely able to hold myself upright as he pulled out, but somehow I managed anyway, chest heaving as I caught my breath.

As the pleasure slowly faded, I watched Rhett tuck himself back in his pants. His cum was dripping out of my stinging ass and sliding down my legs, warm on my cold skin, and I could still feel the bruising imprints of his fingertips on my arms, neck, and hips, a constant reminder of his rough touch.

I wondered what I would see in his eyes when he finally looked at me again. Regret? Anger? Shame?

Part of me didn’t even want to know. It would hurt too much.

My eyes darted to the knife he’d dropped earlier, and without even thinking, I lunged to grab it, falling to my knees in the process. Rhett was too quick for me. He kicked it away from me,and then he stalked over and picked it up, lips pulling into that familiar cold smirk of his.

“Nice try,” he said, waving the blade in my face to signal for me to get up.

“It was worth a shot,” I muttered as I rose to my feet. “Out here, you never know when you might suddenly need to defend yourself.”

Rhett’s head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing. “What are you even doing here, Ev?” he asked in a low voice. “I’ve wondered for so long. But I just can’t figure it out.”

I frowned, confused. “There’s a safe zone here. I was just looking for—”

“No, I meant the Hunt. Why did you sign up? What the fuck did youdo?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Oh, please.” Rhett’s nostrils flared. “Everyone here did something bad enough to make the Patriarchs accept them into the game. Either that or they’re sick. Are you sick?”

“No.”

“So there was no mistake then. You’re in the right group.” He stepped closer, eyes cold and assessing. “Do you remember the second player to die?”

I racked my brains, thinking back to the fraught moments after we all scrambled away from the beach. As Nikki and I crept through the woods, we’d heard someone sprinting not far from us, followed by a gunshot.

“I think so,” I said.

‘That was my first kill of the game,” Rhett said. “You know what he did?”

“No. I don’t even know who he was,” I said in a hollow voice.

“He was married. Wife was six months pregnant with twins. He decided he didn’t want to be a father anymore, so he dosedher tea with an abortifacient drug,” Rhett said. “She bled out on the floor. Slowly. Painfully. Died along with the babies.”

Nausea rose in my throat, and I winced, sucking in a deep breath. I was glad I hadn’t eaten anything in a few hours, because if I had, I’d be vomiting right now.

“That’s horrible,” I murmured.

“Yeah. It is.” Rhett cocked his head again. “So I’ll ask again. What didyoudo to end up here?”

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