Page 31 of Hunt Me
But I catch it.
“Feel that?” I grind against her, watching her pupils dilate. “That’s what you’ve done to me. What you keep doing every time you breach my systems, leave your fucking signature like you’re marking territory on me.”
Her breath hitches. Hands flatten against my chest, but she’s not pushing anymore.
“I’m never going to stop hunting you.” I slide one hand up her throat, thumb resting against her pulse. It hammers under my touch. “Not until I get what I want.”
“What you—” She swallows. “What do you want?”
“That perfect cunt of yours.” I tighten my grip slightly, feel her gasp. “Wrapped around my cock. All night. All fucking day.” My hips rock forward again, making sure she understands. “Every single time I catch you trying to hack me, I’m going to be right here. Right fucking here.”
Her eyes flutter closed.
“Look at me.”
They snap open. Ice blue, dilated with fear and something else entirely.
“You can run. Change your passwords, burn your systems, disappear into whatever digital hole you crawl into.” I lean in until our lips almost touch. “But I’ll find you. Every. Single. Time.” Each word is punctuated with another grind of my hips. “And when I do, I’m going to take what’s mine.”
“I’m not—” Her voice breaks. “Not yours.”
“Yes, you are.” My hand slides from her throat to her jaw, forcing her to hold my gaze. “You became mine the second you let me watch you come. The second you looked into that camera and showed me everything.”
I pull back just enough to see her face properly. The fear’s still there, but underneath it—curiosity. Need.
“Go on a date with me.”
She blinks. “What?”
“Tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at eight. We get dinner like normal fucking people instead of stalking each other through fiber optic cables.”
Her laugh comes out sharp, disbelieving. “You’re insane.”
“Don’t care.” I release her jaw but keep my body pressed against hers, pinning her to the brick. “Eight o’clock. Wear something nice.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Yes, you are.” My hand slides down to her hip, thumb tracing small circles through her jeans. “Because you’re as obsessed with me as I am with you. Because you’ve been thinking about our video sex just as much as I have.”
Her breath catches.
“And because if you don’t show, I’ll be in your apartment by 8:01.” I lean in, lips brushing her ear. “Pounding you into your mattress instead, skip the formalities and go straight to fucking dessert.”
“That’s—”
“What you’ve been doing to me for months.” I pull back, meet her eyes. “Turnabout,detka.”
She stares at me. Breathing hard. Fighting herself.
“One date,” I say. “Dinner. Conversation. You can even bring that pepper spray if it makes you feel better.”
“And if I say no?”
I grin. “Then I keep showing up. Keep finding you. Keep pressing you against walls until you admit what we both already know.”
Her jaw tightens. “You’re a stalker.”
“You hacked my financial servers and watched me through my webcam.” I tilt my head. “Who’s really stalking who here?”
