Page 39 of When He Hunts

Crawling away from him. Fumbling. Knocking her knee into the console. Rushing back into her seat. Hooking the seat belt. Making the click seem so very loud.

“What in the fuck,” he rasped, “was that?” His dick shoved against the front of his pants.

“I want you just as much now as I did before—before you killed a man.” Fast. “I trust you. I want you. I know that you aren’t some horrible monster, Ronan.”

Oh, princess, you have no idea.

“You’re the good guy wearing the monster mask, but I see you for exactly what—who—you are. Youkilledto keep me safe. I’m not afraid of you. I still want you just as much as before.”

He needed to get them the hell out of there before he did something crazy like say, oh, fuck her in the car. He could do it. They’d both changed as soon as they’d been safely away from the bayou.

She’d slipped into a dress and sandals when they stopped at a rest stop in Mississippi. Items that had been in the suitcase stuffed into the rear of the vehicle. Meanwhile, he’d put on fresh pants and a dress shirt.

He could shove up her soft cotton dress. Yank away her panties and be buried exactly where his eager dick wanted so desperately to be.

Crossing lines. Breaking boundaries. Do not do it. Do not.

“Want a confession, Ronan?” Breathy. “I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone.”

His jaw clenched so hard that it ached. He got the location Gray had sent him. Pulled up directions. Reversed their ride. Shot the vehicle the hell out of that empty lot and back on the road.

“Not that I’ve had a lot of lovers.” Another confession from Luna.

He shot onto the ramp that led back to the interstate.

“Three, if you need an exact number.”

Had he asked for a freaking exact number? He didn’t want to knowanythingabout the lucky bastards who’d been able to fuck Luna. If he knew stuff about them, then he’d want to track them down. Beat the hell out of them. Bury the bodies.

I am so far gone. She thinks I’m pretending to wear a mask? Bullshit. The mask is the man.

He’d been this way long before his Semper Fi days.

When he’d become a Marine, he’d just gotten even better at killing.

Kane and Tyler were the heroes. They were the ones with heart. I was the one trying to figure out how to act normal and blend in with everyone else when every instinct I possess screamed for me to let go of my control.

To cross lines.

To break boundaries.

To do whatever I wanted.

To take what I want.

He very much wanted to take Luna.

“The sex wasn’t very good with them.”

He almost drove off the road.

“Maybe it was my fault. I-I can’t quite let go. Can’t give up my control.”

Her fault? Screw that. “If they didn’t make you scream when you came, they just didn’t know what the hell they were doing. Not a mistake I’ll make. I’ll have you coming against my tongue and begging for more long before my dick ever enters you.”

She squeaked. Cutest sound.

He seriously needed to ease up his grip on the steering wheel and not say the words that were tumbling around in his head.

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