Page 23 of Wicked Pursuit

“No, you’re not.” He wedges a third finger into me. He’s being rough, but fuck, it feels good. “But you will be.”

Against all reason, pleasure coils tightly inside me. He’s found my G-spot, and he’s working it in rough, short strokes. I can’t think, can’t move, can’t do anything but make a pathetic whimpering sound. “Wolf, please.”

He jerks his fingers out of me and flips me to face him. “Back on the counter.”

I resume my position on the bathroom counter. He clasps my throat loosely with one gloved hand. It kills me that I can’t see his eyes. I might as well be touched by some otherworld being. Too much distance, and yet I love it all the same.

“Open your legs for me and accept your punishment.”

I don’t hesitate. I spread my legs for him and moan against his hand around my throat as he shoves three fingers back into me. He circles my clit with his thumb and curls his fingers against my G-spot.

“Oh, f?—”

“What did I tell you about that language, Red?” He presses down on my throat, cutting off my air even as he winds me up higher and higher.

It feels so fucking good that I attempt to drag in a breath, but there’s no air to be had. I wrap my hands around his wrist, trying to get him to back off, but he just pins me harder. He’s not crushing me, but I can’t fucking breathe, and holy shit, oh gods.

I orgasm. It’s as if every bit of my panic transforms into pleasure, and he eases his palm back so I can drag in a long inhale of sweet oxygen, and then I’m coming even harder. It feels like my bladder is going to give out, and I squirt all over his hand and forearm. Only then does he start fucking me slowly with his fingers, in long strokes that draw my orgasm out. I look down and belatedly realize he’s still wearing his leather gloves.

He never actually touched me.

That shouldn’t matter... but it does. “Wolf,” I rasp. “You promised to have your cock inside me within five minutes.”

He slaps my pussy. Hard. “Next time, don’t give away what’s mine, Red.” He guides me to lean against the mirror, and then he moves back. He catches my hand and lifts it, the ring he gifted me glinting in the low light. “This marks you as mine, baby. Don’t forget it.” Before I can find the words to make him stay, he slips out the door.

In the distance, there’s a familiar voice roaring, “Ruby, where the fuck are you?”

Oh shit.That’s Uncle Hook. Michelle ratted me out.

I barely have enough time to yank my skirt into place before the door flies open and in walks the man who’s my uncle in every way but blood. He’s nearly as tall as Da, though he’s built a little leaner, his long dark hair pulled back in a messy bun and his medium-brown skin flushed with anger. “Ruby!”

He stops short at the sight of me. At the dead man at my feet. “What the fuck is going on here?”

“I can explain.” Except... can I? I’m still not sure I’ve processed what the fuck just happened. I had the wrong guy going down on me. Wolfkilledhim. And then I came all overhishand while he choked me.

Uncle Hook shakes his head. “Not another word. We’ll take care of this.”

True fear flickers to life for the first time. “You can’t tell Da. Or any of them. Youcan’t.”

His dark eyes are sympathetic, but he’s already shaking his head. “It’s too late, Ruby-girl. They’re already on their way to my place. They’ll beat us there.”

I’m going to kick Michelle’s ass for this. I am insomuch trouble.

Uncle Hook holds out his hand, his expression devastatingly kind. “Come here. Don’t look down.”

At the dead man at my feet. The one he obviously thinks I killed.

Didn’t I?

Wasn’t there part of me that knew he couldn’t possibly be Wolf? The vibe had been off, and I didn’t question it. I didn’twantto question it. Maybe part of me wanted to punish Wolf for not being the first one to actually talk to me. Maybe part of me wanted to call his bluff.

Joke’s on me.

There’s no window to throw myself out of, and Uncle Hook takes up most of the doorway. There’s no escaping what comes next. I curse myself for my recklessness and put my hand in his. He easily urges me over the dead body and whisks me out of the bathroom. The bar itself is empty but for the bartender.

She holds up her hands when Uncle Hook cuts her a harsh look. “I saw nothing.”

“No, you didn’t.” His gaze gentles on me, but there’s no opportunity to escape here either as he hauls me through the bar and out into the waiting SUV. It’s only when we’re safely inside and driving away that he speaks to me again. “You don’t have to answer this, not to me, but if it’s easier to talk to me than your parents...”

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