Page 38 of Wicked Pursuit

“Watched you fuck that enforcer as if he had any right to this pussy. Watched him put his hands all over you while he split you wide open where anyone could see, in that short little dress.”

I can still see the picture he sent. The damning evidence of me on someone else’s cock. “Yes,” I moan.

“Then you sharedmypussy with that bitch, letting her mark you up and take a picture with her hands all over you. Taunting me.”

“Yes!” I ride him harder, faster. “It felt so good. I knew it’d make you so mad.”

“You keep passing that cunt out like free candy. It’s like you want me to punish you. To fuck you hard and fast and reclaim what’s mine.” His teeth find my nipple, and it’s enough to have me dancing right up to the edge.

I don’t make a conscious decision to move. To disobey. It’s as if my hands have a mind of their own. One moment, I’m quivering and shaking, on the brink of coming, and the next, I rip off my blindfold and look down at Wolf.

I freeze.

He’s not wearing a mask right now. He’s just as naked as I am, his face all harsh lines.

His . . . familiar face.

Because I know this face. I’ve seen it wearing a thousand different emotions, seen it angry and soft and filled with the kind of lust that makes my clit throb.

Luke.

But no. That’s impossible. It can’t be. IknowLuke. He’s a nice guy. Respectful. Almost boring these days, though he wasn’t when we started dating.

I’ve never seenthisexpression on his face, though. He looks cruel, his blue eyes so cold that I shiver on his cock. It’s as if another person is wearing his skin. I don’t knowthisman.MyLuke would not stalk me.MyLuke would not murder someone and then finger fuck me over their dead body.

“What the fuck,” I whisper.

If he says something harsh and self-assured like Wolf would, I may do the mental gymnastics to keep fucking him. Instead he says, “I can explain.” And he doesn’tsoundlike Luke right now. But he doesn’t sound like Wolf either.

He has aRussianaccent.

I shove off him. I don’t have a plan, but I’m nearly to the door when he catches up with me. He wraps me in his big body, and I really am a fool because part of me wants to melt for him.

“Stop, Ruby.”

“Let me go. What did you do with Wolf?” It’s the only explanation. Luke and Wolfcan’tbe the same person. Luke must have figured out what was going on and then stepped into Wolf’s clothing.

“I’m Wolf.”

“Don’t lie to me!”

He braces one arm on the door in front of me. “Look.”

I see what he means immediately. The bite mark on his forearm, the perfect impression of my teeth from the last time. When he fucked me on the couch and told me to be quiet or he’d kill Luke. Excepthe’sLuke. “What thefuck?”

His hard cock presses against my ass. “What’s your safe word, baby?” His accent gives the words a strange flavor, as if he’s not Wolf or Luke. But someone who may be more dangerous than both.

“What?” My head is spinning. I can’t think. I can’t process what the hell is going on.

“Your safe word.” He tightens his hold on my waist and lifts me just a little, just enough for his cock to find my entrance. “Because as far as I’m concerned, nothing has changed between us. You were happy enough that I paid a million dollars for this cunt five minutes ago. I mean to take what I’m owed.”

Again, my foolish body takes over. I arch back against him, my safe word trapped on the inside of my teeth. “I hate you.”

“Yeah, you keep saying that.” He wedges his cock into me, one slow inch at a time. It doesn’t feel like care, though. It feels like humiliation, especially when my pussy blooms around him in response. “Hands on the door.”

“Fuck you.” But I obey. I press my hands flat to the door as he starts to fuck me again. This time, it’s not like when I was riding him. It’s closer to what happened on the couch.

A claim of ownership.

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