Page 52 of The Devil's Hunt

Walking over to me, he kneeled next to me, examining my leg. "Two days."

"Two days?! Why didn't you wake me?" I questioned him.

"Your body went through a lot and needed some time to heal," he responded, standing up to kiss my lips.

"But I have class and work. Oh my God, I'm going to get fired." My protests were met with a gentle shushing from him.

"Don't worry. I spoke with your professors and let them know you weren't feeling well. They agreed to let you complete your makeup assignments when you return. As far as your boss, he says he hopes you feel better soon and to give him a call when you're ready to work."

"You spoke with my professors?" I giggled as I imagined him carrying on a conversation longer than a minute with anyone other than me.

"Well, they are my professors too. And considering how our families pay their salaries, they have little choice but to accommodate their students."

"I can only imagine how that conversation went."

"What? I was nice. I told them about how you have been spending so many hours studying that you haven't taken care of yourself. And it has become my civic duty to nurse you back to health, my little nerd."

I held my hand to my mouth as I laughed. "Thank you for taking care of me." I reached out to touch his face, my eyes sparkling with affection.

"Just doing what any good boyfriend would do."

"Boyfriend? That's awfully assuming," I teased.

Archer grinned mischievously, leaning in closer. "What other title would you give to the man that fills you with his cum every day and is nursing you back to health? I think ‘boyfriend’ is a fair assumption to make." His voice was dark but playful, and he kept his eyes locked with mine.

I couldn't help but blush at his possessiveness. "Fair point," I admitted, unable to hide the growing smile on my face. My stomach growled loudly, and Archer stood up and went to his closet. When he emerged, he was carrying some clothes for me. "Get dressed, and I'll make you breakfast."

I accepted the clothes from him and flipped through them. "Please tell me these aren't some other chick's clothes."

"They are yours," he responded, shaking a couple of pills into his hands and handing me the glass of water. "Gage wants you to take this anti-inflammatory, some antibiotics, and pain pills."

I let him place the pills in my mouth, took a big sip of water, and swallowed. "These aren't mine," I told him as I slipped on a black lace bra, letting him help slide the matching underwear gingerly past my wound.

"I went out and picked up a couple of things for you while you were sleeping," he stated casually.

"You did?" I asked. I watched his movements as he grabbed a pink crewneck sweatshirt and tugged it over my head.

"Yes, Mila. I am not about to let you walk around naked."

I stood up, placing my weight on my other leg, and let him pull black leggings up to my waist. "Thank you." I gripped his shirt and pulled him to me, pressing my lips against his. His erection pressed against my stomach, and I pushed my hips into him.

He reluctantly pulled away, gripping my hips tight between his hands. "As much as I want to bend you over this bed and fuck the shit out of you, you really need to eat."

I grumbled, "Fine."

"Oh, here's your phone. Lacey has been blowing it up. You might want to call her before she fills out a missing person's report."

"What do I tell her?" I questioned him, panic rising in my throat. "‘Oh hey, Lace. Yeah, sorry I haven't checked in or been home in a couple of days. I was drugged and kidnapped by Archer King, forced to participate in The Hunt, and then I killed some girl at our school, but not before she stabbed me. Don't worry, everything's fine. Just a normal Friday night.’"

"Keep it simple. Everyone at St. Mary's knows we had The Hunt. Just tell her you couldn't tell her about it until it was over. That you were chased through the woods by some masked men, and then I fucked you senseless against a tree. You were so enamored that youweren't paying attention and slipped and fell, cutting your leg on a rogue branch. You're fine, but you have been exhausted."

"She will never believe that I let masked men chase me through the woods."

"Then tell herIchased you. That it's a twisted kink of mine. And then invite her to our next party. That's what she's always wanted, right? An invite to the hottest parties at St. Mary's?"

"Yeah. She's the reason I went to the bonfire at the cornfields. She said it was where you guys looked for prospects."

"She's not wrong."

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