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Fucker! But I admit I like this teasing, carefree, relaxed bear.I could easily get used to him.The thought materializes out of nowhere.
“Your dick is humongous, drooling is inevitable.” I give him the sexiest pout I can muster, gazing up at him flirtatiously through my lashes.
He snorts, and I can’t help giving his lips a quick peck. He directs an unreadable look my way and then takes my beer to drink a sip since his is empty. He hands it back to me, and I finish it in one long gulp. The easy intimacy between us doesn’t quiet the sudden awkwardness I’m feeling.
“Any news on the case?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Malcom is still AWOL. But Serena is on it. I’m waiting for the vulture to call me back.”
“The vulture? The lead you were talking about?” He’s giving me his intense stare again.
“Yeah, but he’s a busy guy. He’ll contact me, and I’ll barter for the information.”
Hunter’s eyes have turned suspicious. “How?”
I pretend to think about it. “He likes men in colorful, tight suits.” I pull my lips inside my mouth, trying not to laugh at his confused face. “Rare comic books.”
“Did you fuck him?” His gaze has turned heated.
“And why is that of any importance? Um, I better go.” We are exclusive, but he has no right over my past actions. Even though the hint of possessiveness behind the rasp in his voice makes me shiver.
His fingers tighten around mine, halting my retreat. “I’m not done with you yet.” His firm tone does wicked things to my cock. The horny traitor.
I aim a long scrutinizing look at him. “Not even asking me if I have other plans?”
“For the time being, you are mine to do with whatever the fuck I want, when I want, where I want,” he states darkly.
And cue the lava running into my bloodstream.
“I’m pretty sure the deal implied the other way around, Yogi,” I fight back.
He lets go of my hand to grip my nape and growls viciously in my face. I growl right back, tilting my head up and showing him I’m not afraid of his domineering, animalistic ways.
He abruptly tugs me out of the chair and toward the French doors. The fact that he can move my two-hundred-pound body this easily turns the lava inside my veins into…what’s hotter than lava? A burning star.
We enter a large great room that makes up the living room, kitchen, and dining room, but I don’t have time to really appreciate it as Hunter drags me into a hallway.
“I don’t need to give you anything in exchange since you’re getting a sex slave out of it!” I scoff, peeking inside a very messy room. I get the sense that this is the rude one’s dirty realm. There’s even a hairless demon cat sleeping on a chair.
“Are you going back on your word?” He hauls me forward, his hand on my neck is leaving a burning imprint on my skin. It feels like a brand.
“No!” I retort.
Hollywood blond is sitting on a bed in the next room—the immaculateness would make Monica Geller proud—is that a snake in the tank on the left?
“But you are supposed to be at my mercy, Bear,” I grunt. Why am I fighting? I actually like to be his sex toy. Although, having Grizzly on a leash at my feet doesn’t sound so bad.
We pass a closed door, the silent one’s, I deduce, and then Hunter pushes me inside the last room. His room. And locks it behind us.
I only have time to glance at some shelves filled with books and more books before he talks again, “I’ll make you feel so fucking much you’ll beg for more.”
It should be a promise, but it sounds more like a threat to me. The most delicious threat ever.
“I already did!” I stupidly remind him.
A growl tears from his mouth just before he yanks my body against his.
There’s nothing tentative when he kisses me. He dominates my mouth, his full lips and teasing tongue are exploring mine with deep sucks, licks, and thrusts. My body arches against his, a leg curls around his hip, and I can’t remember what we were talking about anymore.
