Page 54 of The Devil's Hunt

"The chasing girls part?"

Archer took a deep breath, moved around the counter, and rested his hands on either side of me, pressing my back against the counter. "The only girl I'm chasing is you. I'll chase you to the ends of the earth. There's no escape from me. And when Hell comes to take me, you'll be right by my side, burning with me. That's the cost of a life with me. That's where you fit in. I will find you in every world, in every lifetime."

I stared at him, unable to look away from the intensity of his gaze. "So, no more girls then?"

He nudged my cheek with his nose, pushing my face to the side, gaining access to my throat and pressing soft kisses against my skin, nipping at the junction between my neck and shoulder. I felt my face flush and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Only you, little rabbit." His smirk returned. "I've acquired a taste for you, and I'll be damned if I ever let you go."

"You know, I'm starting to feel like I'm in an episode of Dexter," I said with a small laugh, changing the subject.

"What?" he asked, licking my ear.

"Well, you know, this whole hunting thing, and the whole 'we only kill bad people' thing. It's a bit like Dexter, you know?"

Archer cracked a smile. "I see your point." He spread my legs and settled in between them, pinning me to the counter. "However, I'd much rather talk about how turned on I was watching you smash Emily's skull in. God, I wanted to fuck you right there, next to her body."

"Archer!" I hissed, shocked by his admission.

"Don't pretend like you weren't turned on." He put his mouth close to my ear. "I know how wet you get when there's blood involved."

"Maybe," I admitted, "but that's different than you fucking me next to a dead body."

"Oh, is it?" He smirked, and his hand slipped under the waistband of my pants, tracing the line of my hip bone. "I think you're just scared."

"Scared?" I laughed, trying to push his hand away, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch.

"Yes," he purred, his voice low and husky. "Scared to admit that you love the twisted shit. The chasing, hunting, killing—it turns you on. The rush of power, the control. The thought of taking lives to protect the ones we love. The thought of me fucking you next to her dead body. It's intoxicating, isn't it?"

My breathing became ragged as his hand continued to explore my body.

I looked into his eyes and saw the truth there. The hunger, the desire, the need. "Yes," I whispered. "Is that what you want to hear?"

"Yes," he growled, and I felt his thumb brush against the sensitive skin of my throat. His other hand reached to undo his belt.

The door opened to the kitchen, and Kai and Theo came in, followed by a distraught Lacey. Her face turned into anger and confusion when she saw me.

"Guess I'm having this conversation now," I mumbled.

"What the actual fuck, Mila?" She pushed past Kai and Theo, whoboth wore amused grins, and Archer kissed my lips while he backed away slowly.

"This one was practically banging down the door. Said she would call the cops and report a murder if we didn't let her in," Theo said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

Lacey rolled her eyes. "Well, what did you think I would do when you weren’t there when I came home? When I went up to your room, there was blood all over the bathroom. I tried calling and texting you. You're lucky that we share our locations, so I could see you were here."

"I am sorry."

"That's it? Just that you're sorry?" She looked between the boys and frowned when her eyes settled on Archer. "What did you do to her?"

"Lacey, please."

"No, Mila. You've been distant and making bad choices since that night in the cornfield."

"Bad choices? What are you talking about?" I questioned her, taking a sip of my coffee.

"With Archer King, every decision is bad."

"If you came all the way out here just to say that, then you're wasting your time." I crossed my arms.

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