Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
“You’re crazy.”
“Then why aren’t you running, Vengeance? Why are you looking at me right now like you want me to fuck you?” I daringly dropped my hands to her hips, and when she didn’t object, they slid around to her ass. I swallowed my groan. Hunter Parrish was more than a handful—in more ways than one. “We both know you could disarm me if you wanted to.”
“So your goons can catch me as soon as I walk out the door?” I smiled down at her, and she rolled her eyes again. “Whatever.”
My phone chimed then, cutting off my response. The only contacts I didn’t have silenced were Abel and Kellan, so I reached into my pocket and pulled it free.
I swore after reading Abel’s message, but I could feel Hunter watching me closely now, so I put a leash on my temper.
Pocketing my phone after texting orders to Abel, I lifted Hunter off her feet.
She immediately wrapped her thick legs around my waist to keep from falling while I carried her to the bed and sat on the edge with her in my lap. I couldn’t help massaging the plump globes of her ass and watching her lashes flutter.
Fucking beautiful.
“Talk to me, Vengeance. Do you want out of this cabin, or don’t you?”
Hunter’s eyes snapped open, and she pushed my hands away. “Stockholm Syndrome hasn’t set in yet, sir. I’m not fucking you.”
Letting myself give in to what led me here in the first place, I said, “Then kiss me.”
“What?”
“Kiss me like you mean it, and I’ll let you see Coby.” Hunter’s lips opened and closed as she searched my gaze to see if I was telling the truth. “It’s not a trick, Vengeance. I don’t want to keep you apart any more than I want to choose.”
Still unsure, Hunter swallowed hard. “One kiss?”
“One chance,” I warned. “So make it good.”
Hunter thought about it momentarily before closing her eyes and leaning forward. Her back was rigid as she tried to maintain space between us, so I stayed where I was, letting her come to me.
When her plush lips finally met mine, I didn’t return her kiss.
I watched her brows dip with determination right before she tried again. Over and over, she pecked my lips while I feigned detachment. A frustrated moan tore from her throat as I drove her to desperation. She moved closer and wrapped her arms around my neck until her heavy breasts were pressed against my chest.
I didn’t think my dick could get any fucking harder.
Hunter kissed me again, and then I felt her hot tongue lick my lips before she whimpered. “Please?”
The last of my will crumpled, and I finally gave in, parting my lips and meeting her tongue with mine.
Our kiss was slow and hesitant, but quickly turned desperate and uncontrolled. Hunter began grinding down on my lap, and I lifted my hips, trying to feel her hot pussy through her jeans. Pretty soon, we were dry-humping on the bed like two teenagers.
I was still kissing her when I felt Hunter’s hands shift to my chest and push, so I gave in to her silent request and lowered my back to the mattress. Hunter followed me, and I savagely tore into the rip already at the back of her tattered jeans until I could feel her soft skin underneath. Her pussy was right there for taking, and all I had to do was lower my joggers and destroy what remained of her clothes. My hands roamed all over her bare ass, and I couldn’t resist the urge to slap it, making Hunter moan and grind down on me harder.
I broke the kiss, knowing I had to slow us down before it went too far, but Hunter wasn’t ready yet, so she chased my lips.
And I was too weak to resist.
We continued kissing a little longer until I felt her reach for my waistband at the exact moment I reached for her thong. And then I thought of my wife.
Stop, stop, stop. Do something.
“I ate her pussy before I came to see you. She let me,” I said between kisses, making Hunter stiffen. It wasn’t a lie. I really had eaten Coby out in the car the moment we finished our hike. “She was so sweet. Can you taste her, Vengeance? I wish you’d heard the way she screamed for me.” I kissed Hunter’s stiff lips one last time before pulling back to stare into her eyes. “Do you think it was Stockholm Syndrome that made her do it?”
Hunter cursed and tore away from me, scrambling to leave the bed, but I grabbed her throat before she could, slamming her back on the bed next to me. Her frustrated screams were ignored as I climbed on top of her and pinned her there.
“A deal’s a deal, Vengeance, but let me clarify. Coby is mine, and so are you. That isn’t changing now or ever. Tomorrow, you’re going to join us in the main house, and you’re going to pretend you came of your own free will until I say otherwise.”