Page 80 of Dark Little Game

My cock is even harder now, like I’m Hunter’s trained pet, the second he turns to look my way.

“You’ve been drinking,” I say.

“Yes.”

There’s something intense about his eyes. Something tells me Hunter Knox could be blackout drunk and still somehow completely in control of himself.

I stand up from the lounge sofa and hold his gaze.

“This isn’t the place to talk,” I tell him.

“Good. We’re not talking.”

He closes the distance between us in another moment and his hand slides to the back of my neck. I part my mouth for him, allowing him in right away.

We're in a room that’s open to the rest of the house.

The archway doesn’t even have a door.

It looks out onto the hallway right by the entryway, and if anyone crossed there right now, they’d see all of this.

And yet all I can think about is the way his tongue tastes like whiskey and I want more.

He steps me backwards and pins my body, my back pressing up against the built-in bookshelves behind me.

All I’m wearing are grey sweatpants and a white T-shirt, so Hunter wastes no time shoving his hand down past my waistband and closing his fist around my cock.

I moan against his mouth.

I cannot want this.

Not this badly.

“You’re going to come for me right here, Rayne,” he says against my lips as he tugs on my cock. “I know you’re scared of one of your friends seeing. OfWestonseeing. And that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop.”

I moan. “You’re out of yourfuckingmind?—”

“And you love it,” he growls near my ear, squeezing my cock harder.

I throb under his touch and let out a ragged breath.

It feels so good it’s unfair.

I don’t know if I trust him or not. I don’t even know what his intentions are.

But I’m surrendering to his touch because it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt, and Hunter is very good at getting me to do bad things.

He shoves down my waistband so my cock is actually exposed now, out in the open and on display for anyone who might walk by that open archway.

“We can’t fucking do this?—”

“You told me you want to live in my world,” he says. “Welcome, king.”

My heart pounds against the inside of my chest.

He grips the base of my cock and then strokes along my shaft, dragging his thumb across the precum on my slit.

I hear one of the guys coming in from the backyard and I jump forward.