Page 22 of Make Me Hunt
“I’ll give you a choice. A very simple one. But nonetheless, a consequence of your mistakes.” He pauses, like he’s giving me time to prepare for whatever fucked-up idea runs through that head of his. “What do you want from me tonight? Pleasure or pain?” he punctuates the last word, and he presses onto the wound again, so hard this time, that I arch into him as my body fights to deal with the pain.
As much as I want to choose the second option, I know he won’t just stop there. I take a moment to steady my breath and rearrange my thoughts back into my head because for a second there, everything blurred.
“Answer me,” he orders, and I know that if I don’t answer soon, he’ll just press there again and again. And I’m afraid I’ll faint next time.
“Pleasure,” I murmur, so silently that he might’ve missed itif he weren’t paying attention.
“Very good decision.” His lips trail down my collarbone as his hand drifts up until it reaches my breast. “I’m so fucking eager to taste this,” he says, fingers pinching my nipple before toying with the piercing. “I have a few piercings of my own. You’ll feel them one by one, someday,” he hisses, and I can’t tell if it’s a threat or a promise.
I try to be as still as possible, but my instincts fight for control. I hate being dominated by a man like this. I hate feeling helpless. But for now, I have no other choice but toendureit.
“Now, let’s make that pussy purr for me,” he chants, and panic kicks in. I tense, not because of what he’s going to do to me, but because I’ll have no power over it.
Still, before I can bolt back to my feet, he fits my hair into a ponytail and yanks it tight until it hurts. “Were you going somewhere?”
I gasp as he jerks my head so far back that I have no control over myself. His hand abandons my breast and goes straight between my thighs, moving over my pants, ready to make his claim. “Are you wet for me yet?” His words slither down my spine and make the place he touches come to life. What he doesn’t know is that he’s got his work cut out for him. No man has ever made me come with just his hands, and definitely not in a position where I don’t have full control.
By now, everyone’s watching, a trace of shock in their eyes, telling me they’ve never seen Ares like this before. Some don’t even bother to turn their heads away, like this is a fucking spectacle.
I could rip their heads off for this, but before I can even aim my fury, Ares’ hand slips inside my pants. His fingers dip lower, circling my clit through my panties, and the sensation is so intense, so unpredictable that I can’t hold back a hushed moan.Then he slides beneath the silk fabric, and I feel his hand gliding with too much ease.
“You’re wet, my little curse,” the sound of his voice kicks in the back of my head like an awakening, and I’m not sure how that’s even possible. It takes me forever to get even slightly turned on. And yet, now it happened in the blink of an eye.
His fingers resume circling my clit again, this time not through my panties. Now the contact feels real, like millions of tingles running through my body.He’s slow at first, dragging his every move, the spots unattended yearning for his touch.
Why the fuck does it feel so damn amazing?
That tiny bud soon turns tender and sensitive. It feels like he has magic in the tip of his fingers. Because there’s no other explanation—no way someone gets my body to respond like this, this fast. And with a fucking audience watching us.
Two of his fingers slip inside me, and the sensation that I’m losing my mind becomes all the more real. “Such a good little whore. Will your tight pussy eat up my cock the way it eats my fingers?” Ares asks in a husky voice, and my chest is suddenlypanting with something unfamiliar. I don’t know if it’s because of the way he touches me or because of his dirty words. But I feel like I’m having a sudden arrhythmia.
He doesn’t waste a second before thrusting inside me. The movement is brutal, too precise, like he’s known my body for ages, sending me too close to the edge, too fast. But my mind rejects the thought of being captive again, and I thrash in his hold. I want to get out of here, no matter how much the promise of pleasure tempts me to fight with myself.
“Are you purposely trying to piss me off?” He snarls, his voice much deeper now, snapping me back to the moment and what’sreallyhappening. He wants to prove who’s boss, who owns me.
And for my sake—and the sake of my plan—I'd better let him.
I do my best to relax in his arms, and he feels it immediately. A low, satisfied sound vibrates in his chest as his grip tightens around me. “That’s it. Get ready to come for me, my little curse.”
That sounds so promising, yet so impossible at the same time, despite the way my body reacts to him.
“Your fucking men are watching,” I grunt again, feeling his fist still tangled in my hair, pulling my head back so I can have a perfect view of the club.
“Let them watch. They’ll know to keep their hands off you and respect you as my property. No one touches what’s mine except me.” His tongue trails a long line from my collarbone up to my neck.
And I feel like I’m fucking melting.
Still, I let out a frustrated sound as his thumb moves to my clit, his fingers still pounding inside me.
I swallow hard; the sensation I usually wait ages for is piling up way too fast, too intense, too unpredictable. My body arches, following an instinct I thought dormant, pushing against his cock. He’s so hard I fear he’ll break loose from his pants soon. And I can’t even tell if I’m afraidoranxious for that to happen.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his teeth sinking into the side of my neck. “Do that again and there’s no telling what I’ll do next,” he lets out an anguished breath like he’s the one being teased.
His fingers pick up speed, pushing in and out, circling round and round, and he’s just one move away from sending me to heaven.
My eyes close, everything becomes a blur, so much so that he’s not there anymore. It’s someone else. Someone who’s come for me. Someone who’ll make me suffer again.
I push to my feet, desperate to fight him off, to run as far away from here as I can.
