Page 66 of The Devil's Hunt

He pulled me close, his kiss fierce and passionate. His lips tasted of salt and exertion, and I reveled in the feeling of his chest pressing against mine, our hearts beating rapidly in sync. I wrapped my arms around him, holding tightly to keep from falling to the ground. I looked at him, my eyes glazed over. "I won't let you die," I promised.

He smiled a sexy smile that made my heart race, even in itswrecked state. "You're a good liar, Mila. But you can't save me from myself."

I smiled as I felt our mingled fluids trickle down my thighs. I couldn't help but touch the wetness between my legs, feeling the slick, sticky residue on my fingers.

He stood back, his erection glistening with my blood, reaching out his hand for mine. "Come on, you little minx. Let's get you inside before you catch a cold."

I grabbed his hand tightly, his skin warm despite the cold weather. "Says the heathen that's butt naked and covered in blood."

He chuckled a low and rusty sound. "Let's just say I've always had a thing for the natural look," he said, winking.

With our hands entwined, we walked back into the house, our footsteps echoing on the stone floor. He led me to the bathroom, where I stood under the hot shower, letting the water wash away the blood and sweat. He joined me, his arms wrapping around my waist, our bodies pressed together under the spray.

"You're the most potent drug in the world. I'll never be able to get enough of you," he whispered, nibbling on my earlobe.

I leaned back against him, closing my eyes and savoring the moment of purity. For the first time in my life, I understood the depths of love—the all-consuming power it held. The way it could turn you into a monster or a savior. The way it could make you feel invincible and fragile at the same time. And I knew I was willing to let myself drown in the depths of his love, to let him consume me completely, and to experience the highs and lows that came with it. He pulled me closer, his erection pressing against my back. I shivered, feeling the remnants of his seed trickling down my legs, mingling with the water.

"You're my obsession," I whispered back, my voice barely audible above the roar of the shower. "And I will love you until there is no breath left in my body."

I was no longer Mila, the quiet and obedient girl. I had become something more—something wild, untamable, and irresistible. And I would do whatever it took to keepmydevil by my side.

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"You and Mila gave quite the show on the cameras last night." Kai's voice jolted me out of my thoughts as he barged into my office, a twisted smile plastered on his face.

"What did you see?" My eyes snapped to his, and I could feel my blood boiling at the mention of Mila.

"I just so happened to see a very frightened Mila running through the halls and then your naked ass following her, dick swinging in all its glory, heading toward the maze. So, of course, I followed and watched her running through it and to the mausoleum. Judging by the blood on your dick when you came in, I am assuming you entered the forbidden back door."

"Even if I did, it's none of your business," I snapped.

Kai chuckled, leaning against the edge of my desk, crossing his arms over his chest. "Don't get your panties in a twist. I'm just teasing you. Besides, it's not like you're the first one to fuck someone in front of the mausoleum." He paused, scratching his chin. "Actually, you probably are. But now you've given me an idea."

"I'm sure Maddie would love that," I scoffed. "Speaking of Maddie, how are things going?"

"Good. She's a hellcat, and my dick is raw, but I can't complain."

"That's a good problem to have."

He smirked, leaning back on his chair. "Yeah, well, someone's gotta keep things interesting around here."

"Hmph," I smirked, thinking about how tight Mila's ass was. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, feeling the unmistakable throbbing of my hard dick beneath the desk. My body craved a release that only Mila could give.

"Is Mila ready for The Ceremony this weekend?"

"I haven't told her about it yet," I mumbled, looking at the camera footage in my bedroom. Mila was lying on her stomach, her naked body barely covered by the comforter. I zoomed in while Kai drummed on. Her face was a vision of pure innocence, unaware of the sinful thoughts swirling in my mind. My eyes traced the curve of her spine, the smooth skin of her back, and the soft indent of her waist.

"She needs to be prepared. This is a big commitment. And somehow, I don't think Mila is the obedient submissive type," Kai said, leaning in. "Have you told her how we will share her?”

"I haven't," I growled.

"But you will?" Kai asked, eyes gleaming at the anticipation of the upcoming ceremony.

"I don't share."

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