Page 56 of Hunt Me
My shoulder muscles relax, but I struggle to let go of the anger I feel thinking about her story. At least we’re getting somewhere.
‘He’s dead?’I ask, needing to know the answer.
‘Yes.’
One word, the one word I needed to hear.
‘Good.’
‘If he wasn’t?’She asks.
If he weren’t, I would hunt him down and rip him to pieces. His skin would be flailed from his body, every last square inch and then I would pour a variety of substances on each section of his wounds, testing out which one would make him scream the loudest. I would take my time torturing him, showing him that he does not get to harm what is mine, even if he did it before we’d even met. No one is out of bounds for my revenge when it involves this beautiful woman. I will show them why The Skulls are feared and why our stories are told as warnings of entering my city. I will make them wish that they never came within a ten-mile radius of my little deer, and then I will make them beg for death.
‘I would make sure he was.’
Fauna’s intense stare drills into me. I can see her thinking and assessing why I am admitting that I would murder someone who had harmed her. But I don’t give her an answer, and I don't back down from her gaze.
‘I killed him. So boo hoo for you, no need to go running around playing knight in shining armour. I don’t need a saviour.’
Ouch. Her barbs hit deeper than I’d like to admit.
‘I… that’s…’ Stumbling on my words,‘that’s not what I was trying to do.’
Why is she so pissed off at that? It’s not as if she's some saint who dislikes violence; I’ve seen what she can do firsthand.
Maybe that is why she is pissed at me. Does it make her uncomfortable that I bring out that side of her? That she clearly likes it?
I blink slowly, cautious of the merciless animal in front of me and her next cutting remark that she may make. I’m met with another one of her murderous scowls, big hazel brown eyes blazing with fury. The setting sun behind me lights a flame in the reflection in her eyes, making it look like she is housing some flaming rage demon behind those pupils.
Yup, she is pissed at me.
And a little fucked up part of me is turned on by her fury.
The crotch of my trousers feels tight, and I try to be discrete in the readjustment of my waistline. Fauna, too observant for her own good, notices straight away. Her amber-tinted eyes take in the apparent bulge, which is beginning to grow hard.
And because I can’t help myself around this fiery woman, I decide my best option is to taunt her.
‘Are you imagining what's underneath these clothes, mischief? I bet your mind is racing, trying to remember what I looked like naked and on my knees earlier when I was tasting your sweet pussy.’
Her sharp inhale has all of the blood in my body rushing to my cock, and I can’t help but bring my hand to palm the back of her head. My fingers intertwine with her loosely flowing strands ofhair, and I make a fist, forcing her head to snap upwards and her eyes to connect with mine.
There she is.
The fight is there, and her eyes shine so brightly with it. And I will do anything to keep it there. To keep the light blazing amongst the golden speckles that dance around her pupils. When I watched those golden lights dim on two occasions now, it felt like I was being suffocated, and that light shining brightly in my mischievous little deer’s eyes was the only oxygen my lungs would breathe.
‘Musn’t have been that impressive,’Fauna says breathlessly.‘My mind can’t remember much.’
I chuckle; there she is.
Her lips are slightly parted, and I bring my face forward so I am right in front of her, feeling her short breaths against my lips.
Her soft, pink tongue darts out to sweep across her plump bottom lip, leaving it glistening with a fresh wetness that shines in the setting sunlight. I wrestle with the urge to catch it between my teeth, to bite down so that I can hear the symphony of her screams.
God, I want to hear her scream for me so badly.
‘Is that right, little deer?’
‘Umhmm.’
