Page 61 of Hunt Me
“Alexi—”
He lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist automatically. The head of his cock presses against my entrance.
“You want to ignore me?” He slams inside in one brutal thrust. “I’ll give you something you can’t fucking ignore.”
I cry out as he fills me completely, the angle so deep it borders on pain. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t let me adjust. Just fucks me hard against the wall, each thrust driving the air from my lungs.
My nails dig into his shoulders as he pounds into me, each thrust forcing broken gasps from my throat. The wall is cold against my back, a harsh contrast to the heat of his skin.
“You feel that?” His breath scorches my neck. “Feel how hard you make me?”
I can’t form words. My body responds with a clench around him that makes him groan.
“Spent all day thinking about this cunt.” He shifts his angle, hitting somewhere inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. “About filling you up again.”
“Alexi—” His name comes out desperate, needy.
“Say it.” His teeth graze my throat. “Say you missed this.”
I should lie. Should maintain some scrap of dignity.
“I missed it.” The admission tears from me as he drives deeper. “Missed you inside me.”
“Fuck yes.” His fingers dig into my ass, spreading me wider as he picks up his pace. “My good little hacker. Breaking into systems all day, but I’m the one who breaks you.”
The filth pouring from his mouth shouldn’t turn me on this much. But my body tightens around him, chasing the edge of a cliff.
“Touch yourself.” It’s not a request. “I want to feel you come on my cock before I breed you.”
My hand slides between us, finding my clit. The added stimulation makes me whimper.
“That’s it,detka.” He watches my face with those sharp green eyes. “Show me how desperate you are.”
My fingers move in frantic circles as he continues his relentless rhythm. The dual sensation builds too fast, too intense.
“I can feel you getting close.” His voice drops lower. “Your pussy gets so tight when you’re about to come.”
“Don’t stop.” I’m begging now, past caring. “Please don’t stop.”
“Never.” He adjusts his grip, somehow driving even deeper. “Going to fuck you until you forget every system you’ve ever hacked. Until the only code you remember is how to come for me.”
My orgasm slams into me without warning. I cry out, body convulsing around him as pleasure whites out everything else—Morrison’s files, Project Nightshade, years of wasted revenge.
Just this. Just him. Just us.
17
ALEXI
Iwake to moonlight cutting across white sheets, Iris’s platinum hair spilled across my pillow like liquid silver. She’s curled against me, one hand tucked under her cheek, the other resting on my chest.
Beautiful doesn’t cover it.
My fingers trace the code fragment tattooed behind her ear—some encryption algorithm I haven’t identified yet. Her face relaxes in sleep, all that razor-sharp focus softened into something vulnerable.
Then she whimpers.
Her body jerks, muscles going rigid. A strangled sound tears from her throat.
