Page 121 of Hunt Me
Oh, God. Why was everything about the man so confusing? Feeling defeated, I returned inside, once again locking the door as if that would keep the boogeyman away. I’d never felt so alone and so terribly lonely in my life.
The reason was easy, so much so my baby sister had figured it all out in a brief conversation. He was the one. The. One. How terribly ironic.
My nerves remained frayed, so much so I was lost in a fog. In my bare feet, I padded toward the kitchen. Maybe a glass of wine would calm the anxiety. At some point, I’d need to confess all my sins. There was no other choice or the noose around my neck would tighten.
With the wine poured, I stared at the glass, unable to find the strength to wrap my fingers around it. That’s the moment a tear had to betray my sadness, slowly trickling past my lashes down my cheek. I furiously wiped it away, refusing to sob over a relationship that had been toxic from the beginning.
The hard pound on the door was jarring. Another trickle of fear shifted down my spine. It had to be the police. What the hell was I supposed to say?
With my skin crawling, I headed for the door, considering ignoring the knock. Would they kick the door in?
Still hesitant, I placed my hand on the doorknob, wishing I had one of the old-fashioned peepholes. I couldn’t hide forever. With my head held high, I opened the door.
“Mikhail.”
He stood only inches away, dominance oozing from every pore. The air was sucked from my lungs as I peered up at him. Dressed in a dark suit, his hair tousled from the wind, he appeared almost ominous. His eyes pierced mine, the expression on his face unreadable.
As he took a deep breath, I shuddered visibly.
There were no words that needed to be said. We were frozen in a moment where all time had stopped. There was no one else but the two of us.
He took a single step toward me, crowding my space. The rush of heat was even more explosive and there wasn’t an inch of skin uncovered by a layer of goosebumps. As I peered up at him, I was reminded how tall he was, but that wasn’t what gave him the aura of such intense power.
It was everything about him, including the silence he’d mastered long before. He didn’t need to say anything for others to fear or revel in his presence.
With his chest rising and falling, he slipped his hand around my neck, squeezing as he pushed me further into the apartment, closing the door behind him.
I was rocked by the moment, uncertain what to expect, yet hungering in a way that I couldn’t explain. When we were all alone, he pulled me closer, lowering his head.
“I told you before that you were all mine. I’ve come to collect.” He captured my mouth in such a powerful way stars floated in front of my eyes. I pressed one hand against his arm while rolling the other over his shoulder.
The kiss was a revelation, a telling of how connected we’d become.
How much we needed each other.
He was every breath I took, every whispered word of passion that could ever be said. The kiss was a blur, a roar of savagery, raw and unbridled. He swept his tongue inside, drinking from me as if dying of thirst. As he jerked me even closer, I tangled my fingers in his hair, quivering from the feel of his hard cock pressing against me.
More dominating than before, he held me in place, sliding his other arm around me and cupping my bottom. Effortlessly, he lifted me off my feet and I wrapped a leg around his. Every sensation was wild and having him in my arms was like a dream.
When he pulled away, I gasped for air. Hearing his deep, throaty growl kept me tingling all over. Within seconds, we were ripping at each other’s clothes, longing to be skin to skin, desperate to make up for lost time.
There were so many things to be said, so many emotions that needed to be shared, but our closeness was all that mattered.
When we were completely naked, he pushed me away, his eyes no longer human, their blackness piercing mine. His chest roseand fell as he allowed his gaze to fall so slowly I was lost in a trance.
He swept his arm behind the small of my back, pushing me into a deep arch. As he nuzzled his face in my neck, I threw my head back, closing my eyes. He dragged his tongue from my ear to my shoulder blade, finally biting down on my skin. The rush of excitement was hypnotic. I lingered in his hold as he brushed his lips down my chest and between my breasts. He swirled his tongue around one nipple, taking the time to drive me to the point of insanity.
I hung my head low, my fingers digging into his arms, yet I knew he’d never allow me to fall.
His hold was possessive, so much so I couldn’t breathe or think. And didn’t care. He sucked on my hardened bud until it ached, finally rolling his lips to my other breast.
The man was driving me crazy, making me wild with need. I moaned, clawing his arms in my way of begging him to fuck me. I’d never wanted anything so much.
After issuing another series of deep growls, he jerked me up, once again locking eyes with mine.
“You’ll never be able to escape me,” he gritted out.
“What if I don’t want to?”
