Page 35 of The Devil's Hunt

I knew what I wanted, and I was willing to take it. Archer King was dangerous and dark, but so was I.

I could feel that primal desire coursing through my veins, and I knew that I wouldn't stop until I had him.

I sat up in bed, wiping the sweat from my forehead, and looked around my dimly lit bedroom. The moonlight streaming through the window illuminated the room, casting shadows on the walls. I felt a stirring within me.

An urge to be satisfied.

I rose and walked to my window, peering out into the night sky. The stars were hidden behind the soft clouds, and the moon shone dimly. It was as if the universe knew something dark was awakening inside me, a dangerous fire that threatened to burn everything around me.

I needed to feel his rough hands on my skin.

To taste the darkness on his lips.

I heard a noise downstairs, faint enough that one might assume it was the house settling. But I could feel him in my bones.

I tiptoed out of my bedroom and listened. He thought he couldsneak up on me, that he was the predator and I was his prey. But I was ravenous for him.

The darkness seemed to cling to my skin as I slowly made my way into my living room, searching for him. The air came alive with the sound of every creak and moan. Thick shadows twisted and curled in every corner like malicious smoke. My heart pounded in my chest like a hammer, reverberating through my entire body as I stepped farther into the shadows. I felt him watching me, and whispers of his presence teased my ears. A chill ran down my spine, settling between my thighs.

Dark corners and shadows writhed and twisted around me, embracing me with suffocating tendrils of darkness.

Caressing my skin.

"I know you're here," I whispered through gritted teeth, trying desperately to sound brave. I wasn’t sure if I even meant to speak out loud, but I felt him behind me. His dominance filled the room, and I craved this macabre game of cat and mouse we played.

His hot breath whispered in my ear, "Be careful calling out into the dark, Mila. You never know what monsters hide in the darkness, waiting to devour you."

"I'm not afraid of you," I managed to whisper.

"You should be."

His hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing it firmly, pulling my body against his. My breath caught in my throat as the cold metal of a knife slid up my bare thigh, slow and deliberate. I knew I should be terrified, but instead, I felt a rush of excitement, a hunger for his touch.

He pressed the knife deeper into my skin, and I felt the warmth of my blood drip down my leg. The blade continued to move higher until it pressed against my pussy. I stood still, anticipation and fear coursing through my veins. My skin prickled with goosebumps, and a rush of heat flooded through me. I let out a soft moan, and his grip on my neck tightened.

"Please," I gasped.

"You like this, don't you, little rabbit?" he chuckled, his voicerough and dark. "You like it when I make you bleed." His lips brushed against my neck.

I nodded, my body responding to his touch. Even as my mind screamed for me to run, I was unable to speak, and his blade pressed harder against my sensitive flesh. My heart raced, and every nerve in my body was on edge. I was entirely at his mercy, and I loved every moment of it.

He was the hunter, and I was his prey.

"You belong to me," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You always have."

I shuddered, feeling a surge of desire wash over me. His touch was electrifying, and I needed more. He released his hold on my neck, but the knife remained, tracing circles on my skin with delicate precision.

I moaned, and he spun me around, his eyes flashing with hunger and desire, and pressed me against the wall. His lips crashed against mine, bruising and possessive.

"I want you."

"Be careful what you're asking for, love," he growled, his hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck. He bit down hard, and I cried out as pain flooded through me, sending jolts of pleasure down my body.

"I want all of you."

"Would you bleed for me?"

"Yes," I panted.

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