Page 110 of My Treasured Obsession

Without breaking eye contact, he took a sip of the champagne straight from the bottle, his lids growing half-mast. I watched in sheer fascination as his Adam’s apple rifled up and down in that corded neck with his hearty swallow. Beautiful. Such a beautiful, suave, and rugged man. If I could sink my claws into him and never let go, I would.

Another wave of jealousy, this one stronger than the one that burned downstairs when his ex touched him, ignited inside of me like an inferno.

No other woman would have him.

Ever.

Only me.

The tension in the room ratcheted up.

The scorching look in his eyes was enough to set my skin aflame.

There was a tingling sensation running through my body, like he had touched me everywhere with a single glance. Each lungful of air was ribboned with his addictive scent, the champagne, and something utterly sexual.

“Now that you’ve brought me to your dark corner,” he drawled, “what would you like to do?”

I backed away from him slowly, grazing my nails down his chest suggestively. “Play a game with me?”

“What game?”

I crossed over to the dartboard hanging on the wall and plucked the handful of darts resting on the floating shelf just underneath. “This,” I said. “Have you played before?”

Hunter walked over to the wooden desk facing the dartboard. “I have.”

I gave him a saucy look. “I’m thinking we add some stakes.”

Hunter smirked and perched his big body on the desk. He spread his muscular legs and took a swig of the champagne in an indulgent manner, appearing like a dark warlord finally retiring to his chambers after a long day, ready to spend the night with his lover. “What are these so-called stakes?”

My God, he had this natural charm that made him look so incredibly sexy without even trying. It was his aura. The way he was the right amount of confident and playful, and yet still so in touch with his vulnerable side. And with the moonlight streaming through the window, highlighting the edges of his frame, I couldn’t help but run my gaze over him in appreciation for the tenth time tonight. His black hair was left loose and tousled, the ends brushing those broad shoulders. His powerful body was poured in all black—shoes, pants, and dress shirt, with the top three buttons undone to reveal the silver chain around his neck and the sleeves rolled up his forearm, showing his watch and the snake tattoo wrapped over his tan skin.

The cherry on top of the cake was his expression.

It dripped with sinful promises.

And I was the promisee on the receiving end of them all.

“We’ll play seven rounds. If your dart lands on double, triple, or bullseye, you get to ask a question. Anything is fair game,” I started. “And we have to answer truthfully. However, if your dart lands on a single, you don’t get to ask a question. How does that sound?”

“Sounds good, but you should know”—Hunter’s smirk turned arrogant and his blue eyes flashed mischievously—“I have excellent aim and I plan on coaxing all your secrets, Gabby.”

“Maybe I’ll coax all your secrets instead,” I challenged.

He placed the bottle next to him on the desk and reclined back on his palm. “Maybe.” He patted his muscular thigh in a beckoning motion. “Now come here, doll.”

With the darts in my hand, I sashayed towards him. I loved the way his features darkened as he took in my high heels, the bare skin of my legs, the sway of my hips, and ended his journey at the neckline of my halter dress, lingering a little too long on the curve of my breasts and the diamond necklace trickling in the valley.

Hunter hissed in a low breath when I sat on his lap, the thickness of my ass meeting his bulge. To tease him, I pretended to adjust my position like I was trying to get comfortable. Then I peered up at him innocently. “You want to go first,mio principe?”

“Call me that again.”

“Only when you’ve earned it.” I drew a ruby nail along his bristly cheek before squeezing his jaw and bringing his face down to mine, our lips a scant inch from each other. “Preferably on your knees with your face buried between my thighs.”

“You don’t want to playthisgame with me, Gabby,” he warned, his breath washing over my skin like a caress.

“Oh, but I do.” I flicked my tongue over his bottom lip. He moaned, parting his lips and waiting for me to deepen the kiss. Except I proceeded to pat his cheek almost condescendingly, biting back my smile. “Take your turn, Hunt.”

Shaking his head like he was planning on making me pay later, he picked up a dart from the pile. Weighed it in his hands. And shot it nonchalantly.