Page 39 of Hunt

He nodded his chin toward me, since his hands were occupied with holding me hostage. “Are you flirting with me?” His nostrils flared hotly, looking so goddam sexy.

I bit my bottom lip again, “Maybe. But you won’t try anything out here in the open, will you?”

“Won’t I? I like a good challenge,” he flirted back.

He had me where he wanted me and was entirely in control. I had no chance against him, and I liked that. If I could warm him up a little, he’ll hopefully let his guard down, and then it would be easier to slip into his office to plant the cameras or snoop through important documents.

Or better still, he might trust me enough to expose his deepest, darkest secrets. My motivation and objective were to get Bitchtective and the Kaisers off my back so that I could have an everyday life. Perhaps I could even return to being Annika, with flowing blond hair and blue eyes.

“Have you shot anyone?” I asked, playing dumb because I knew exactly what he could do.

He grunted, and that smile made my heart flutter. “You don’t want to know,” he stated openly.

“Try me,” I challenged him to see how he would share with me.

A shadow cast behind his eyes, where he seemed distant for a moment before returning to the present, and fear shivered down my neck at the sharpness in his face. The Simmering Summer for a tiny moment was as cold and cutting as a Siberian blizzard.

He leaned forward so his face was directly over mine, just a few inches away, and stared deeply into my eyes. Immediately, trepidation boiled inside me as this imposing man controlled my movements, caged me in, and stared intensely through my fake glasses and fake-colored contact lenses. This closeness made me nervous in the bright light, possibly exposing that I wore a disguise.

He narrowed those gorgeous, sharp eyes, still locking his gaze onto me. “Do you have any other identities in there, Riley?”

I swallowed nervously, my mouth suddenly becoming dry and thirsty. Could he tell? Could he see that I was a fake? My words caught in my throat as I tried to express what I needed to say. “What?”

“Petra Black to Riley Laws,” his eyes ran from my geeky glasses, and once his gaze reached my mouth, he licked his bottom lip. “Who do I have beneath me now? Petra or Riley… or do you have another personality under your clothes?

I frowned, trying to compensate for a lie. “No,” I snapped. “I already explained that I needed the fake ID to get the job because I needed to buy a car.”

“You lied to us, the Kaisers, to buy a car?” he questioned me.

“Yes,” I snapped, feeling uncomfortable and eager to leave his snare so that I could breathe again. “And I’m sorry.”

“Right,” he said scathingly.

“You don’t believe me?” I was anguished because it bothered me that I might not be as convincing as I had first assumed.

He sighed as he broke his gaze briefly to look at a group of students shouting and laughing nearby, giving me two seconds of relief. When he looked back down at me, his eyes were warm and twinkling, but it was obvious that dirty thoughts dominated his mind.

“It’s a problem that I can’t do a damn thing,” he sighed, bowing his head down, so our lips were only an inch apart.

I pushed my abdomen upwards into him, indicating that’s what I wanted and hoping that it’ll get him hot and eager to rip me apart. I was so hungry for him to kiss me, touch me, or do anything.Anything!

His warm breath caressed my lips as those eyes locked onto me again, and my insecurities surged. He could strip me naked with that stare and torture me with those lips. He brushed his lips so softly against mine, blistering me with such a gentle touch, as my heart thudded violently against my ribcage, hitching my breath.

“I want to kiss you so bad, Riley.” his voice lit a fire between my legs, and I hungered for him to claim my mouth and kiss me hard.

“Kiss me,” I demanded, pushing my abdomen upward, hoping I'd strike his balls, so he’d have no choice but to seduce me.

That smirk was killing me, then he shook his head slightly, pulling his eyes away. “I can’t. I can’t defy the boss,” he sighed, releasing my wrists, which made me angry.

“Ronan. Please,” I begged, caving under his decision.

“I’ll walk you back to your room,” he said, climbing off me and standing up over me, those eyes raking my body lying there, vulnerable.

I refused to move and lifted my foot and placed it over his bulging crotch, only for him to step away so I didn’t make his little situation worse.

“Riley,” he scolded me, giving me his hand to help me up, and I refused to take it. “Okay, I’ll leave you here and return to my car parked outside your dorm.”

“Bye,” I called after him as he walked away and that firm ass moving in those black jeans and his handgun poking down his back under his shirt. Oh, lord, that man could kill me just on his looks and the way he moved.

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