Page 74 of Stalked
The massive doors swing open again, drawing my attention. A man in a striking blue mask enters, his confident stride immediately recognizable even without seeing his face. Knox Blackwood—it has to be. The youngest Blackwood brother always has that swagger, the few times I've seen him around town since returning to Ravenwood.
Bianca Hayes walks beside Knox, her chin held high despite the flush spreading across her chest. I'd only met her briefly inthe preparation room before the Hunt began, our introduction cut short by nervous energy and the impending chase. But I know her by reputation—Elliot has mentioned her several times as one of his most promising new artists, a painter withraw talent and commercial appeal. The art world gossip pegs her as an up-and-coming artist, someone to watch.
She looks different now than she did in the prep room—wilder, her hair tumbled around her shoulders, eyes bright.
The doors open once more. Xavier Blackwood enters with measured steps, his imposing figure unmistakable even with the red mask obscuring half his face. Beside him walks Mira, the investigative journalist.
“The gang's all here,” Vane murmurs, his hand sliding up my inner thigh.
Xavier's powerful hands grasp Mira's waist, his control absolute as he guides her onto his lap. Even from across the table, I can see the moment he enters her—her back arching, lips parting in a silent gasp as he pulls her firmly onto his cock. The red of his mask makes his eyes appear almost feral as he settles her against him.
Around the table, the other hunters follow Xavier's lead. One by one, each captured woman is positioned on her hunter's lap, some with gentle guidance, others with commanding force. Elliot's cheeks flush as he's pulled onto his hunter's thighs and the man enters his ass, his professional demeanor completely stripped away.
Vane's hands tighten on my hips, drawing my attention back to him. His eyes burn as he pulls me forward so I'm facing the table and slowly lowers me onto his length. I sink down inch by delicious inch, my body stretching to accommodate him despite our earlier activities. When I'm fully seated, his hardness buried completely inside me, he exhales against my ear.
“Finally,” he whispers, his voice a gravelly purr that sends shivers down my spine.
The fullness is exquisite. I can't help the moan that escapes me as I adjust to the sensation of being so thoroughly filled at a dinner table. The slight movement as I shift on his lap sends sparks of pleasure through my core.
“I want to ride you,” I breathe, rolling my hips in a small circle that makes both of us groan. The hunger that's been building since our encounter in the orgy room returns with fierce intensity. “Please.”
His fingers dig into my thighs, but instead of holding me still as I expect, he loosens his grip. A wicked smile curves his lips beneath his mask.
“Go ahead, wildflower,” Vane challenges, loud enough for those nearest to hear. “Give everyone a show.”
I shift my weight, lifting myself up before sinking back down on Vane's thick length. The sensation sends electric pulses through my body, and I can't help the moan that escapes my lips. His hands grip my hips, guiding my movements as I establish a slow, deliberate rhythm.
“That's it,” he growls against my neck. “Show everyone who you belong to.”
The doors swing open again, and a stream of Ravenwood's elite enter—business owners, politicians, and old money families I recognize from gallery openings. My cheeks burn at being so exposed, yet I don't stop moving on Vane's cock. If anything, the audience makes me wetter.
A commotion erupts at the far end of the table. Mayor Pike stands rigid, his face flushed with what appears to be anger as he stares at a young woman—his daughter, Cora—perched on a hunter's lap. Three hunters surround her, all seeming to have some claim on her.
“What the fuck?” I whisper, slowing my movements. “They allowed her father to attend this? That's sick.”
Vane's fingers dig into my thighs. “Ignore them,” he commands, reaching for a grape from the platter before us. He presses it against my lips. “Focus on me. On this.”
I part my lips, accepting the fruit. The sweetness bursts across my tongue as Vane's hips thrust upward, filling me completely. The dual sensations make me groan.
“More,” I gasp after swallowing. “I'm starving.”
He offers a slice of mango next, juice dripping down my chin as I bite into it.
“It's even better like this,” I confess between bites, grinding down on him. “The food... with you inside me... It's incredible.”
His throaty chuckle vibrates through me. “I'll feed you every meal like this if you want.”
Vane lifts a piece of bread dipped in olive oil to my mouth. I take it between my teeth, letting out a shameless moan at the rich flavors flooding my senses.
I rock slowly on Vane's lap. My movements grow more urgent as pleasure builds, my body chasing release despite our audience.
“Fuck, Lia,” Vane groans against my ear, his fingers digging into my hips. “You ruin me, you know that? Having you here, back with me after all this time...” His voice breaks slightly. “I know I'll never want to look at another woman again. You're it for me. Always fucking have been.”
His raw confession hits me hard. I twist to look at him over my shoulder, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes.
“I want that,” I breathe, the words spilling out before I can analyze them. “I want to be your one and only.” In this moment, with him filling me completely, I mean it with everything I am.
He reaches for a plump strawberry, dragging it across my bottom lip before letting me bite into it. The sweetness explodesacross my tongue as I speed up my movements, grinding down harder on his cock.
