Page 36 of Dead Bled Ringer
I turned off the light and pretended to fall asleep. There was something itchy and restless inside me, something that wouldn’t let me sleep until I had done. . . something.
I wanted to confront Henry, tell him I knew what he’d done, what he’d been holding over Hunter.
What would Hunter do if he found out I left?
Hunter’s breathing was deep, easy, almost the hint of a snore.
Something about the homey sound of a snore caught at my throat, made it constrict with desire.
I got out of bed, tiptoeing carefully across the floor so he wouldn’t hear, but I had barely made it two steps, when he said,
“Get that ass back to bed, Angel. I mean it.”
Sneaky fucker!
“If you want to stop me,” I cried. “You’ll have to catch me andmakeme stop!”
Then I turned and raced into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. As Hunter growled angrily on the other side, I carefully opened the window and climbed out.
There was some fancy terrace there where they served cocktails in the evenings and I flew past it and down the stairs, grabbing the banner as I swung myself as fast as I could around the levels.
When I burst outside past the very startled doorman, I felt the telltale buzz of adrenaline building in my veins.
The chase
God, I was such a freak, because the moment I heard Hunter careening down the stairs behind me like a massive angry bull, I took off.
My blood pounded so hard in my ears I couldn’t hear anything else, but my spirit was singing, and it really shouldn’t be, I shouldn’t be feeling this aroused and excited racing down a dark city street.
I had been a pampered inside wife for years and what had that gotten me? Nothing but heartbreak and a restless, unhappy energy I couldn’t shake.
I swerved to the left down a narrow street, where the cars were big and loomed over me.
Maybe they’d hide me.
How far could I get?
Being hunted made me feel soalive, like I could burst out of my own skin with the pleasure of how hard my legs were pumping, how fast my breath was coming.
Suddenly I felt strong arms catch me up and I was roughly thrust face first over the seat of Hunter’s motorcycle, and a very big hand was slapping me soundly on the ass.
The silk shirt rode up and Hunter spanked me again, directly on my bare skin.
“Ouch!” I wailed, and Hunter twisted my shirt up in his hand and shoved down on my back so my ass was tipped up higher in the air.
“If you didn’t like it, you wouldn’t taunt me like this.”
My face flamed as I clutched the hard leather seat of his motorcycle.
I did like it.
“Now I’ve caught you,” he growled as I heard the long, lascivious sound of his zipper. “What are you getting fucked out of you?”
I gasped.
“Nothing!” I cried, kicking back against him in an attempt to get away.
He only rewarded me with another hard spank on my ass, and I felt my cheeks stinging in red and pink surprise, my mouth unable to suppress a little moan as he ground my body into the hard leather.
