Page 49 of Hunt Me

“Your cunt wants it.” I pinch her clit, making her scream. “Begging for my cum, squeezing my cock so fucking tight?—”

Her orgasm crashes through her without warning. I watch in the mirror as her face contorts, mouth opening on a silent scream, eyes rolling back.

The sight pushes me over the edge.

“Fuck—” I bury myself to the hilt as my release tears through me. “Take it—take all of it?—”

My cock pulses, flooding her with cum. Wave after wave, emptying everything inside her tight heat.

She milks me through it, her pussy contracting around me with each spurt. I’ve never come so hard in my life—never felt anything close to this raw, primal satisfaction.

When the aftershocks finally fade, I stay buried inside her, watching our reflection. Her makeup is smeared, hair a mess, cheeks flushed pink. She looks thoroughly fucked.

Perfectly ruined.

Mine.

I pull out slowly, watching my cum leak from her swollen pussy and start to drip down her inner thigh.

“Beautiful.” I drag my fingers through the mess, pushing it back inside her. “You look perfect, dripping with my cum.”

Iris whimpers, legs trembling so badly I have to hold her up against the mirror.

“What did you—” Her voice breaks. “What did we just?—”

“I bred you,detka.” I press a kiss to her shoulder, keeping my fingers inside her. “Filled your pussy with my seed.”

“You’re insane.” Her voice shakes, though whether from fear or arousal, I can’t tell. “I’m prescribed the pill, but I haven’t taken it in weeks.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My cock twitches.

“Good.” The word rumbles from somewhere deep in my chest, primal and possessive. “You’d look fucking beautiful growing big and round with my baby.”

What the fuck am I saying?

I don’t want kids. Never have. The idea of being responsible for another life, of bringing someone innocent into the Ivanov world—it’s always been a hard no.

But picturing Iris swollen with my child, her belly expanding with proof of what I’ve done to her, sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.

“I’m going to pump a few more loads into you before the night is through.” I thrust my fingers deeper, feeling my cum leak around them. “For good measure.”

“Alexi—” She tries to pull away, but her body betrays her, clenching around my fingers. “That’s not—we can’t?—”

“We already did.” I turn her around, backing her against the mirror. Her legs barely support her weight. “And we’re going to do it again. And again.”

The image floods my mind unbidden—Iris in nine months, tits heavy and full, skin glowing, belly round with my baby. Mine in the most fundamental way possible.

My dick hardens completely at the thought.

“You’re actually serious.” She stares at me in the mirror, eyes wide with shock. “You want to?—”

“Breed you.” I nod in response. “Want to see you carrying my child. Want everyone to know who you belong to.”

“You’ve lost the plot.” She shoves at my chest, but there’s no real strength behind it. “Completely and utterly lost your mind.”

“Perhaps.” I press closer. “Doesn’t change what I want.”

“Well, I’m taking a morning-after pill the second I get home.” Her chin lifts in defiance. “So, whatever twisted fantasy you’re spinning?—”