Page 60 of Hunt Me

Twenty-seven minutes since his ultimatum.

The penthouse door opens before I can knock.

Alexi stands there completely naked, cock still hard and jutting from his hips. No shame. No hesitation.

“Good girl.” His voice drops an octave. “One minute to spare.”

I open my mouth to respond, but he steps aside, gesturing me in.

The door clicks shut behind me.

“On your knees.”

My breath catches. I should protest. Should maintain some dignity.

Instead, I drop to the hardwood floor, hoodie still on, phone digging into my hip.

I just want to feel. Want to stop thinking about how stupid I’ve been, how wrong, how completely I’ve misdirected years of my life.

“Look at me.” Alexi fists his cock, stroking once. “Eyes up,detka.”

I lift my gaze to meet his. Those sharp green eyes bore into me, seeing too much.

“Open.”

My lips part automatically.

He steps closer, the head of his cock brushing my mouth. Pre-cum smears across my bottom lip.

“You avoided me all day.” His free hand tangles in my hair. “Now you’re going to make up for it.”

I wrap my lips around him, tasting salt and skin as he slides deeper. My hand finds its way into my pants, fingers slipping beneath my underwear to find myself already wet.

“That’s it.” His grip tightens in my hair. “Touch yourself while you suck my cock like the desperate little hacker you are.”

I moan around him, the vibration making his hips jerk forward. My fingers circle my clit as I take him deeper, relaxing my throat the way I learned from?—

I don’t want to think. Just want to feel.

“Fuck, look at you.” He rocks into my mouth, controlled thrusts that make my eyes water. “You break so easily for me.”

My fingers push inside myself, matching the rhythm of his movements. The stretch feels empty compared to what I really want.

“You’ve been ignoring my texts all day.” His voice roughens. “Making me wait while you do whatever the fuck you were doing.”

I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder as my thumb finds my clit. The dual sensation sends heat coursing through my body.

“Thought you could just— Jesus Christ—” His cock swells against my tongue. “Thought you could avoid me?”

I work him faster, fingers pumping in and out while my other hand grips his thigh for balance. His breathing turns ragged above me.

“Iris—”

I feel him getting close, the tension coiling through his muscles. My own orgasm builds as I touch myself, lost in the degradation of kneeling before him.

“Fuck.” He yanks my hair, pulling me off his cock with a wet pop. “Get up.”

Before I can protest, he hauls me to my feet and slams me against the wall. My hoodie rides up as he rips my pants and underwear down to my knees.