Page 38 of Doomed
I can’t help the satisfaction that washes over me seeing that black envelope in her hand.
“So, you got the invitation,” I say. The distance between us feels like too much. I push off the desk to approach her, enjoying how her eyes track my movements, the little spark in them giving away her interest.
“Yes, I got your invitation,” she says, her chin lifting slightly. “But you haven’t answered my question. What exactly is the Hollow’s Hunt?”
This close to her, I catch the subtle scent of her perfume, which is floral and not too sweet. “It’s exactly what it sounds like. A hunt.”
“That tells me nothing.” She waves the envelope between us. “These documents are extensive, and I’m not signing anything without knowing what I’m agreeing to.”
“Smart girl,” I murmur, and before she can step back, I grab her hips and pull her against me. Her small gasp of surprise sends a thrill through me, but she doesn’t push away. Progress.
“The Hollow’s Hunt is a tradition,” I explain, keeping my voice low as if sharing a secret. “A game, if you will, between the elite of Ravenwood. Five women are chosen as prey, while fifteenmen are designated as hunters. You’ll be given a head start, and then...” I trace my thumb along her lower lip, “...we hunt.”
Her breath catches. “And when you catch us?”
I smile, watching her pupils dilate despite her obvious attempt to maintain composure. “That’s the fun part. But I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”
“That’s not good enough,” she says. Her hands remain on my chest, but she doesn’t push me away. “I need more details before I consider this.”
I lean in closer. “Let me put it this way, Bianca. I’m the best hunter there is. You can run, you can hide, but I’ll be the one to catch you.”
Her breathing quickens, and I pull back enough to see her face. Those beautiful eyes are wide, pupils dilated despite her obvious attempt at being unaffected.
“And when I do catch you...” I slide my hand to her lower back, pressing flush against her. “I’m going to show you the true meaning of ecstasy.”
“Is that so?” Her voice comes out shakier than I think she intended.
“Oh, princess.” I flash her my signature grin. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget every other man who came before me. You’ll be screaming my name so loud they’ll hear you all the way across Ravenwood.”
Her cheeks flush crimson, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she leans in slightly.
“I’ll have you coming so many times you’ll lose count,” I continue, my tone light and playful despite the filthy promises. “You’ll be orgasming over and over again until you can hardly fucking see straight. And when you think you can’t take anymore—” I snap my fingers, “—I’ll prove you wrong.”
I trace a finger along her collarbone, feeling her shiver. “But here’s the fun part, princess. Every hunter has their own... style.Their own way of claiming their prey. You’ll have to sign those papers to find out exactly what I’m going to do to this perfect body of yours.”
“And if I don’t want to be caught by you?” she challenges.
I laugh. “Oh, come on. We both know that’s not true. You’ve been playing hard to get since the moment we met. The Hunt makes our cat-and-mouse game more interesting.”
I yank Bianca closer, eliminating what little space remains between us and forcing her to feel exactly what she does to me. My cock is hard and straining against my pants, pressing into her stomach.
Her lips part in surprise, a breathy whimper escapes her throat—a sound so fucking hot it makes my cock feel like it’s in a vise.. Her eyes widen slightly, pupils dilating as she stares up at me. She doesn’t pull away. Interesting.
“What’s wrong, princess?” I murmur, my voice dropping lower. “Feeling a little overwhelmed?”
Her breath catches, but she tilts her chin up defiantly. “You don’t intimidate me, Knox.”
“No? Then prove it.” I slide my hand up her back, feeling her shiver under my touch. “Sign the NDA. Accept the invitation.” I lower my mouth to her ear, my lips barely grazing her skin. “Unless you’re too scared.”
I feel her stiffen against me, and when I pull back to look at her face, I see exactly what I was hoping for—a spark of challenge lighting up her eyes. The same look she gave me right before she slapped me that first day in the gallery.
Bianca Hayes doesn’t back down from a challenge. It’s one of the things that makes her so fucking irresistible.
“You think I won’t do it?” she asks, her voice stronger now despite the unyielding way that I hold her captive in my arms.
“I think you want to,” I counter, keeping her pressed against me. “I think you’re dying to know what I’ll do to you when I catchyou.” I emphasize the ‘when’—not ‘if’—and watch her pupils dilate further.
“You’re awfully confident.”
