Page 37 of Hunt Me (The Skulls #1)

‘ But I am, and I ’ m not going anywhere. ’ Irritation rises inside of me, and I fist my hands, focusing on the tension, allowing my fury to subside. ‘ You left, ’ I grit out through clenched teeth.

Moonlight illuminates her watery eyes, full of unshed tears. ‘ I had to, ’ she whispers.

I promised to look after her, to do anything she needed to ensure her care.

And here I am, fulfilling that promise.

I angle my pointer finger, curling it to instruct her to come towards me.

She doesn ’ t move, only stares at my signal. Then, hesitantly, like a scared animal, she gets to her knees and shuffles her way forward.

A grin she cannot see spreads across my face. Though the way she bites her lip suggests she can see it. The memory of her studying my expressions changing in the tunnels returns to me.

My observant little deer can read me better than I thought.

No matter how much that realisation warms something in me, softening a small part of my fury, she still needs to pay. She needs to be taught that she cannot do that ever again.

‘ Was it all for nothing? ’ I don ’ t know why I ask it, surprising myself as much as her when the thought slips past my lips.

Her head shakes, but I don ’ t want to know her response. Fingers reaching out, I quickly thread them through her hair and pull, silencing any response she may have had.

Fauna gasps, her cheeks heating as she looks up at me with unblinking doe eyes.

Those big, beautiful eyes.

My chest rapidly rises and falls more with every second I take in her appearance.

Her bed-messed hair, the way her t-shirt hangs from her shoulder, and her bare legs peep out from below.

I hadn ’ t noticed before when I first entered, too caught up on the fact that I had finally found her.

But now as I study her, the crotch of my cargo pants begins to tighten.

Fauna must read my mind because her gaze flicks down directly in front of her and precisely to where my hardening dick is. Her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip, following up by pulling it between her lips. Her eyes meet mine again, a silent pleading behind them.

I don ’ t breathe.

Silently and not taking my grip from her hair, I use my other hand to loosen my belt. We keep each other ’ s gaze, neither of us backing down as I work open my buckle and zipper, taking out my now painfully hard cock.

Fauna ’ s gaze finally leaves mine, taking in my hardened length. Just as her hands wrap around me, I let out the breath I ’ d been holding.

Her touch feels like paradise.

I grind my jaw, remembering why I am here and what she did. How she shed a hole right through my chest. I rip her hold from me, and I circle my grip around her wrists.

I tut, sucking my teeth as I feign disgust. ‘ You do not get to touch me, little deer. ’ I tighten my grip and she lets out a small yelp. I grin. ‘ Hold your hands behind your back, and don ’ t move them until I say so. ’

Not waiting a second, she does as I say.

Her gaze pleading as she looks up at me, her new position is of complete submission.

Her pouty lips parted as she takes in short gasping breaths, ones that hitch slightly as I pull her hair harder.

I know I must be hurting her, but a part of me enjoys it, and by the way my slutty little deer is not so subtly rocking her hips, she is too.

With my free hand, I take hold of my painfully hard cock, pumping it a couple of times. The motion draws Fauna ’ s attention and satisfaction warms the hole she left in my chest.

Greedy little deer she is.

The faint sound of my engorged tip smacking from Fauna ’ s lips fills the silence. Her lips part further in response, and her tongue cautiously darts out, searching for the drop of precum that coats her plump bottom lip.

She moans as she finds the right spot, her eyes momentarily rolling back in her head.

She is so fucking hot.

I bite back my groan, remembering I ’ m pissed at her and will not allow her to bewitch me.

‘ Open, ’ I bark with a pull of her hair.

She does as I say, all whilst maintaining a look of utter obedience on her face. I see the fire behind her eyes, and oh how they burn with desire in the moonlight.

In one deep thrust, I bury myself in her throat. She gags at the intrusion, her throat constricting in the most perfect way. A way so good it forces a groan to fall from my traitorous mouth.

I check where her hands are and find them fisted, holding on to the other like she needs the grip. That without it she will fail my instruction.

‘ So obedient, ’ I praise as I begin to thrust back and forth.

Her eyes begin to water, and small tears run down her cheeks as I continue my brutal pace.

She gags again, and I slow my movements slightly.

‘ Relax, baby. Trust me. ’

She does as I say, even going as far as allowing her throat to relax enough for me to go deeper than before.

‘ Mmm. Such a good girl, Fauna. ’ I say, and she moans around me.

‘ You like that? ’ I ask, and she nods, moaning around my length again.

My thumb wipes one of the fresh tears making its way down her cheek. ‘ Well, it ’ s a real shame, ’ I say, sliding the same hand around her throat, matching my firm grip on her hair, ‘ that bad girls don ’ t get what they want. ’

I thrust my hips forward, using my punishing grip on her hair to bottom out. Her throat constricts as she gags around me.

I feel myself in her throat as I tighten my grip around her neck.

A tingling sensation begins at the base of my spine, and I quickly pull out.

Fauna sputters, trying to gulp down any air that she can get. I guide her upwards using the grip I still have on her throat. The moonlight shining through the window highlights the drool streaking her chin, matching her wet cheeks.

‘ Look at you, baby. ’

Fauna ’ s breaths are shallow, her chest still heaving. She tries to step back, searching for some stability, as her body continues to tremble.

I tut, gripping her neck harder and pull her towards me. My hand moves from her hair to grip her ass, holding her body up so she can look at me.

‘ Are you ready for your punishment, little deer? ’

Her eyes widen, ‘ that wasn ’ t…’ she trails off realising the answer to her question.

‘ No little deer. That wasn ’ t anywhere close to your punishment. And nothing will ever be harsh enough to show you how much you have managed to destroy me in such a short amount of time. How you have broken me into a completely different man. ’

A man that now has a glaringly obvious weakness.

Her.

My mischievous little deer.

My Fauna.

I spin her around so that her back is to my front and I move us to the edge of the teachers desk. Her hips hit the wooden edge, and I grind into her from behind, feeling how wet she is already. Her bare thighs are soaked.

I push her forwards forcefully so that her chest hits the wooden surface and drive into her in one thrust. I bottom out, quickly smothering her screams of pleasure with the palm of my hand, the other snaking around to grip her throat.

Not letting up my earlier pace, I continue my punishing rhythm, relishing in how her inner walls constrict around me.

Fauna moans into my palm, trying to say something that comes out as complete nonsense.

‘ Shh baby. I know, I know. ’ I whisper in her ear.

Her body tenses, and I can feel how her orgasm is building.

‘ That ’ s it, little deer. Cum for me. ’ I pull my mask up allowing me to bite her earlobe as she tries to scream her release, her sweet pussy clenching around me and making me cum with her.

I sink my teeth into the skin of her neck right beneath her ear, muffling the sounds of my release.

We ’ re both panting, and I can feel how fast Fauna ’ s heart is beating as I watch the pulse point in her neck.

‘ You ’ re perfect, ’ I whisper, kissing at the mark I have given her. Yhe flesh now angry and red.

I hope I didn ’ t hurt her.

‘ You alright, baby? ’

Something inside me just needs to know. Despite being furious at her, I need to know that I didn ’ t go too far and that I haven ’ t hurt her.

‘ Mmhmm, ’ she responds, humming contently. Her body feels like jelly beneath me, completely satisfied and spent.

‘ I ’ m going to need you to say the words for me, ’ I insist.

‘ Amazing, Ru. I promise, ’ my heart swells at her using my nickname. Her voice light and blissful as she continues to ride her post-orgasm high, and who am I to deny her that happiness.

For now, I will let her have it.

And for now, I will let myself have it with her.

I ’ m so lost in her body, in the pleasure she creates, that I don ’ t notice someone enter the room until it ’ s too late.

‘ The fuck Fauna! ’ The familiar voice from before shouts, causing us both to go completely ridged.

I look up at the woman standing in the doorway.

Now it makes sense why the voice before felt so familiar. It ’ s because her voice is familiar—the voice that has caused me so much pain over the years.

‘ Isla? ’ I rip my Skull mask off, and I watch as equal parts of recognition and horror pass across her face.

‘ Ru? ’ She looks to where Fauna is bent over the desk beneath me. ‘ What the fuck! ’

Chapter Twenty-nine

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Fauna

M y stomach sinks.

Isla knows Ruaridh and she doesn ’ t just know him; she knows him enough to call him Ru.

‘ How are you here? ’ Ruaridh accuses from behind me, where he is still very much inside of me.

I squirm, uncomfortable being in such a vulnerable position. He pulls out instantly with a curse, I feel the rough fabric of his cargos against me as he adjusts himself and the oversized shirt I thankfully still have on.

‘ Sorry baby, ’ he whispers, pulling me into his chest.

The move causes some of my nerves to subside, but not completely, thanks to the scowl on Isla ’ s face.

‘ Baby, ’ Isla repeats. ‘ What the fuck is going on? ’

‘ Never mind me, what the fuck is that. ’

Isla gazes down to where her palms absentmindedly cradle her small bump. ‘ God, you would be such a prick, wouldn ’ t you. ’