Page 3 of Trick or Treat: The Rebirth
There’s a strange fervor in my words, a passion that ignites something primal and predatory in Hunter’s gaze. He steps forward, intrigue shimmering in his darkened eyes.
“Family.” He huffs out a chuckle, leaning slightly closer to the altar as if drawn by an unspoken magnetism, the flames bouncing off his leather jacket. “And what’s our plan, then?”
I step up to him, hooking my fingers through his belt loops, his towering frame making me have to stand on tip toes to put my lips mere inches from his, reveling in the thrill of his proximity and the warmth radiating between us.
“We’re going to find the ones who deserve what they get, the ones who walk in the light and pretend to be innocent. We’ll bring them to their reckoning.” I lean in, holding his gaze steady, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “And then, we’ll show them what true darkness looks like.”
Hunter’s expression shifts, eyes sparking with desire. “And how do we start?”
“Tonight, we hunt.” I’m electrified by the certainty flooding me, folding into my malevolence and exhilaration. “And you’ll help me.”
He grins, sharp and wicked, and for a moment, he pulls me back to the wild times in my office during his therapy sessions—those late nights where the lines were blurred between thrill and terror. Right and wrong. Forbidden and addicting.
“Let’s do this,” he says, and conviction resonates in his voice, solidifying our unholy pact.
He grabs the rosary around my neck and tugs gently, pulling my lips to his. But he doesn't kiss me. His tongue darts out andglides across my upper and lower lips, then he pulls back with a wicked gleam in his eyes, leaving my mouth dry and my lungs breathless.
Moving swiftly, I gather what we need: my gun and hunting knife, flashlights, and masks.. We cross the threshold of my sanctuary, stepping into the untamed night as the storm howls and rain pelts down in a frenzied dance. My hand clasps around my rosary, and my fingers begin to smooth over the beads once again.
With an adrenaline-fueled rush, I lead him into the dark streets of Salem, where the shadows blur the line between hunter and hunted. I take in the deserted streets, drenched in rain and fear, a silence recalling the absence of laughter. We are predators seeking our prey, a chorus of retribution and redemption rising with every heartbeat.
In the hushed whispers of the city, we can still hear the echoes of our past—my four dark loves lurking behind every corner, urging me forward, igniting my lust for vengeance and the thrill of the hunt. The wind carries their memory, sending ripples of comfort through me as I prepare to unleash their legacy upon the world that wronged us.
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Eyes on Me
Scarlett
"Eyes on me, Doc," Hunter's gruff voice echoed in my ear, his thick, luscious lips tracing a scorching path across my skin, stopping at my collarbone.
I looked up, though it felt like it was a chore with how heavy my head was. My lashes fluttered as I fought to open my eyes, the intoxicating feeling of him inside me trying to control me. My hands were planted on my desk behind me, my ass was on the edge facing the windows, and Hunter was buried balls deep in my pussy with my legs in the air and my ankles resting on his shoulders.
How professional I was. But this wasn't even half of it.
His blue prison jumpsuit reflected off the wet glass as the rain fell and headlights illuminated the glow in my office windows. My skirt was hiked over my hips, and my heels were digging into his back while he fucked me, knocking just about everything off my newly clean desk. Once our eyes met, his large hand came up and clasped around my throat, and Hunter fucked me ruthlessly as I drifted out of consciousness.
It was a heady mix of pleasure and danger, one that sent shivers down my spine. I could barely form coherent thoughts as my body surrendered to the rhythm he set, each thrust an electric jolt that surged through me.
"You like that, don’t you, Doc?" He growled, his voice a gravelly tease as he tightened his grip around my throat, just enough to remind me who was in control.
The room spun, the rain outside a muted backdrop to the chaotic symphony of our bodies colliding. I wasn't sure if it was the thrill of being caught in this dangerously unprofessional scenario that fueled the fire inside me, or if it was simply Hunter’s overwhelming presence that consumed every ounce of my reason. With each deep stroke, I pushed my heels further into his back, urging him to go harder, to lose himself in me as completely as I had lost myself in him.
"You want me to go deeper?" he asked, his breath hot against my ear as he leaned in closer, his body pressing against mine in an almost suffocating manner.
I nodded, a breathless whimper escaping me as he complied, driving into me with a ferocity that made the world around us disappear, leaving only the two of us and the promises whispered in heated breaths. I could feel the heat building within me, coiling like a spring ready to snap. My heart raced, and my nails dug into the wood of my desk as I fought for stability while teetering at the edge of ecstasy.
"Hunter," I gasped, barely able to maintain any semblance of composure.
"Yes, say my fucking name, Doc," he urged, picking up the pace, each thrust pushing me closer to that precipice.
"Hunter," I breathed shamelessly, the sound reverberating in the charged air between us, igniting a raw hunger in his eyes.
In that moment, nothing else mattered—no office, no rain, nothing except the overwhelming sensation of him filling me, lifting me, pushing me to the brink. With one final, deep plunge, the coil snapped, and I fell over the edge, the world exploding in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations.
As I cried out, Hunter followed, collapsing against me, our bodies entwined in blissful chaos. The rain continued to pour outside, but inside my office, time stood still, and the aftermath left us breathless, cloaked in shadows, and irrevocably bound by the thrill of the moment.
Moments later, we disentangled, the reality of our surroundings creeping back into focus as I caught my breath. The desk was a mess, papers scattered everywhere like leftover shreds of our secret. I glanced at Hunter, whose expression was both smug and utterly satisfied, a smirk dancing on his lips.
