Page 70 of Hunt Me

“Perhaps I am, but until you tell me the truth, I’ll continue punishing you.”

I gritted my teeth, still fighting him.

He stopped long enough to caress my bruised skin. “We can play this in one of two ways. You can confess your sins, or we can have a much rougher discussion.”

“Only if you confess your sins.”

He thrust his fingers inside, pumping several times. My pulse increased and there was no way of shutting down the intense desire threatening to derail everything I was made of.

“From here on out, I’m your master, the man who will determine your penance for lying. At some point, you will learn to be a very good little girl.” He thrust several of his fingers deep inside, flexing them open as he drove them in hard and deep. Every touch was invasive, deliberate. With every plunge of his fingers, he dragged me toward a climax.

My breathing stopped short, my mind refusing to accept what was happening to me.

The passion we’d shared seemed a lifetime ago and what he was doing should horrify me.

But I was wet and hot, and he knew it. The attraction between us was off the charts, the need building to a steep precipice.

I tried to remain incensed by his words as well as the way my body responded to him. I was sopping wet, aching for him to continue touching me, furious that I couldn’t control my reactions.

The bastard repeated his damn chuckle, dark and devious, yet ripped with the most intensely sultry tone I’d ever heard.

Bucking hard, I managed to dump myself off his lap, immediately scrambling on my hands and knees into the darkness. I turned over and did what I could to struggle to my feet but my legs felt like lead. He laughed, his eyes becoming hooded as he allowed a slow and torturous gaze to slide to my toes.

The heat was building, every muscle in my body on fire.

He was even more handsome tonight, the earlier fight tousling his hair. I had a crazy need to run my fingers through the thick strands. Something was wrong with me.

He’d somehow managed to find me, hunting me down as if I was the criminal. Yet the twinkle in his eyes was a rush, keeping me fully aroused. To him, this was just a game.

One of domination.

And possession.

Hell, no. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

Bolting, I tried to reach the safety of the bathroom. I heard his deep sigh seconds before he yanked me by my hair, jerking meagainst his massive chest. He held me in place for a few seconds, cupping my chin as he laughed.

“You have no idea how much you turn me on, my perfect angel.”

I almost managed to knee him in the groin, but he twisted his leg in time. “I already told you. I’m more like the devil.”

“Devils especially need to be tamed.” He captured my mouth, instantly thrusting his tongue inside.

The strong woman inside of me knew I should fight him in earnest, but my hunger was brutally intense. I fisted my hands to keep from falling into his trap, but as he rubbed his groin against me, my mind spun around the memories of how amazing his cock had felt, how incredible his lips had been on my pussy.

The kiss was powerful, even more so than the man. He was the most infuriating, dangerous man I’d ever met, yet I couldn’t deny the attraction or the sheer connection we shared.

He broke the kiss, immediately nipping my bottom lip. His growl was similar to before and every nerve stood on end.

But I wasn’t going to give in so easily. When I managed to pummel my fists against his chest, stumbling backward, he arched an eyebrow, his grin even more possessive.

He dragged me back to the bed, shoving me onto my hands and knees.

I was out of breath, the combination of distrust and fear mixed with intense longing keeping my stomach in knots. But I was certain of one thing. There was no way I was getting away from him.

“You’re a little fighter. I’m going to break you of that, but first things first.”

“What the hell does that mean?” I threw out, although I knew exactly what his filthy intentions were. I looked over my shoulder, watching as he took his time removing a weapon, placing his gun carefully on the chairside table. As soon as he took two steps away, I lunged forward, almost managing to wrap my hand around it.