Page 13 of Dark Little Game
I want to kiss him like I saw that fucking bastard kissing Mikael. To put on a show.
I take a risk and slide my tongue out along Hunter’s lips.
And then he pushes me back just a little, giving me a hard stare.
“I’m not into men, Rayne,” he says softly. “Care to explain what the fuck you think you’re doing?”
Reality zooms back into focus.
I realize I’m shaking a little as Hunter feels for my hand.
He realizes it, too.
And then the look in his eyes changes, like he’s getting some satisfaction from this.
He likes that I’m trembling.
His grip suddenly lands hard on my wrist, yanking me further forward.
I feel his other hand land on my jaw, and he cups me there, holding me in place.
Staring at me, with rage or… something else.
But then he leans in and crushes his lips to mine again. And this time he takes my mouth like he owns me.
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Hunter
My first instinct when someone gets in close to me is to pull a very sharp knife on them.
Rayne Colson had come at me like he was looking for a fight.
Face flushed, with a furrowed brow.
I knew he fucking wanted something from me.
I assumed it would be something moreviolent, which I was more than ready to entertain.
But he had the nerve to take something else from me.
Something I’d never give to him freely.
And I’m going to hurt him for it.
I bite down hard on his lower lip and feel him moan a little at the sudden flash of pain. Hurting him like that makes some circuit in my brain get crosswired, and my cock hardens.
Not the first time inflicting pain has made me hard.
Certainly the first time it was another man who made it happen.
I can taste whiskey and Coke as I give his tongue a little suck, making sure to nip him there too.
I push my tongue deeper into his mouth this time, bringing one hand up to cup his throat.
The slim flick knife in my pocket could be up against his throat in half a second. Part of me still wants to destroy him for catching me off guard.
You going to let me claim you?
