Hunt My Heart (Monroe Holidays #2)

Chapter 1

BOLTON

The trees tower over me in the twilight, their trunks unmoving obstacles in my path. My breathing becomes hoarse as I push myself to the limits, running as fast as I can from my husband. My masked husband, who has no business being this fast at his age.

For fuck’s sake, I thought men slowed down in their mid-forties.

Apparently not, because even though I refuse to look back and lose my footing, I hear the thud of his boots against the hard dirt. The scent of his leathery, oud cologne taunts me, a constant reminder of how close he actually is to catching me despite my best efforts to escape our basement.

Yes, we got so into role-playing in the past few years that he actually ‘abducted’ me from our apartment in the middle of the night, drove us all the way to our cabin in the woods, and trapped me in our basement. Because I’m his ‘slutty little prisoner-hole’. His words, not mine.

I can tell he planned my abduction with precision, down to the details.

He made a new Valentine’s Day mask with bloody hearts and a splatter pattern.

The restaurant-sized industrial potato sack he used to block my vision in the car was breathable and comfortable, while still blocking most of my sight.

He even tied me up with rope and taped my mouth shut with fake duct tape before he dumped me into a large dog cage.

A dog cage he conveniently forgot to lock.

Freeing myself was almost a challenge. Almost.

Being married to Cal Monroe is a tough job I’m lucky enough to have.

I remind myself of this when I feel his fingers digging into my shoulder.

He tries to pull me back, but I throw him off.

I make a hard right turn, zig-zagging through some trees until I find a large one sturdy enough to climb.

Hoisting myself from branch to branch is a wake-up call—I need to lift weights.

As soon as we get back to the city, I’m going to go every day so I never have to feel my body burn like this again.

Cal appears a few trees away from me; the light of his cell phone glows in the darkness.

Last year, we lost each other in the middle of a cold December evening, and it took hours for us to reunite.

Now I wear a tracker to avoid another unfortunate incident…

but he isn’t supposed to check the app unless he goes a full half hour without seeing me.

I hold my sigh in for the sake of not giving away my location.

“Come out, come out wherever you are, slut!” he shouts menacingly into the night. “Your ass will pay when I find you. You’ll beg me to throw you back into the basement when I’m finished with you.”

I’m one hundred percent aware the man threatening me is Cal, but that doesn’t stop the chills racing down my spine at the dark promise in his words.

The thought of him throwing me into the dirt, holding me down, and having his way with me is too much.

So much, in fact, that I lose my balance.

I fall out of the tree, but powerful arms save me.

I’m captivated by how his hollow, dark eyes shine behind the mask.

The mask covers his smile, but I can feel its smugness—he’s a cat who finally caught the canary.

And now he’ll toy with his prize before swallowing it whole.

He throws me into the dirt, then straddles the back of my legs before bringing my arms behind me. I peek over my shoulder and find him tying rope around my wrists, rendering me immobile.

“I’m tempted to leave you here so you learn about who’s in charge.” I struggle, trying to kick him off me. “But why waste a perfect opportunity to fuck you in the middle of the woods? It’s so romantic, isn’t it?”

I roll over, then curse myself. It only puts more weight on my bound arms and brings me face to face with him. As I stare into his masked face, lust fogs my brain. Why did I want to escape?

Some of us run from monsters…and some of us want to get caught. I want to be ruined by mine.

He pulls my pants off, throwing them over his shoulder into the dirt. His white teeth gleam in the moonlight through the mouth hole of the mask, and I imagine them sinking into my skin, leaving his mark behind. He runs his finger up the backside of my cock, then presses it into my slit.

“You’re thinking of something dirty, my little slut. It’s making you wet,” he remarks before bringing his finger to his lips. He lifts his mask and pops it into his mouth. I die inside. My soul exits my body, leaving me a horny husk of a man.

“I’m thinking of you,” I admit between heaving breaths.

“Close your eyes for me. Describe what you’re thinking about,” he orders as he unzips my jacket. He tears my shirt down the middle, exposing my chest to the cold.

“I was thinking about how good it feels when you wreck me,” I tell him as he trails kisses down my neck. I moan when he sucks on my nipple, his teeth grazing it slightly.

“Ah, ah, ah. You stop talking, I stop too.”

I swear, he’s such a fucking tease. He drives me crazy.

“I was thinking about how good it feels when you stretch me open,” I continue as he makes his way down to my painfully hard cock. “How you always make me beg…and how I secretly love begging for you.”

He takes me into his mouth, all the way to the back of his throat. It’s a slow, calculated attack—enough to rile me up, but not enough to get me off. An intended long game of teasing and sensation that always ends with me crying for more.

“I—I think about how crazy I feel when you chase me through the trees, and how good it feels when you finally catch me and hold me down, with your hand around my neck. How the vein in your neck always pops out when you’re fucking me like that.

” He sucks harder as he presses a lubed-up finger inside me. I didn’t even hear him open the bottle.

“Cal, more, please. Please. I need more,” I beg. “Don’t go easy on me. Rearrange my insides.”

“Mmm, then keep talking. I want to hear my slutty little baby tell me all the dirty things on his mind. Better yet, tell me about the filthy things you write.”

Well…he asked. “I wrote a random scene the other day about a couple fucking in the woods,” I say around a groan as he runs his tongue up and down my shaft.

He pushes another finger inside me, working me open slowly, driving me mad with every grueling dip and retreat of his fingers.

“And a park ranger finds them. He watches, and then one guy sucks him dry while he’s getting fucked from behind. ”

“You’re adventurous. Do you want someone to watch us?” he asks with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Do you want someone to find us in the woods? Then we can share you.”

I’m literally on the verge of coming—so fucking close. He just needs to keep going.

“Cal,” I gasp, unable to think, let alone answer a question.

His mouth pops off my dick. I open my eyes, and he’s leaning over me, his mouth twisted in a cruel smile.

“Bolton, what’s your last name?”

“Mon-Monroe,” I answer as he rubs the tips of his fingers on my prostate. He’s toying with me now.

“Yes, your last name is Monroe. Because you’re mine. If you want an audience, I can compromise. But I’ll never let another person touch you and live. Do you understand me?” he asks as he rubs harder.

“Yes, Cal, please. Fuck me!” I sound so whiny, my voice hoarse and grating from the cold air and constant moaning. But I don’t care. If he doesn’t get inside me in the next minute, I’ll combust. My body will turn into ashes and fucking scatter itself.

He flips me over onto my stomach, kicking my knees apart and hoisting my ass as high as it will go. His firm hand pushes down between my shoulders until my face is smooshed into the dirt.

His fingers spread cold lube inside me before he pushes the head of his cock in. Maybe the edging is making me sensitive, but the feeling of his head pushing past my ring of nerves teeters on the edge of pain and bliss.

His pace is brutal and punishing. And loving. All-consuming. It’s everything at once, and I feel as if I’m floating away, despite his hand holding me down. I can hear my voice, but I have no clue what I’m saying. It’s a bunch of incoherent babbling over a soundtrack of skin slapping and grunting.

“Fuck baby. Fuck. You’re so perfect. So good for me,” he croons as he lifts his knee, hitting me at an entirely new angle. I come hard and fast without warning. The air is knocked out of me, and I almost collapse.

Cal grips both my hips, bringing me back up as he relentlessly drives into me. He climaxes with a groan, leaning over me as he catches his breath.

We stay there for some time, bringing ourselves back down to earth after an earth-shattering experience. What an understatement. I’m not even sure how to describe it.

“Are you okay, baby?” He lifts himself up, bringing me onto his lap.

“Yeah, Daddy.” I’m more than okay. I’m on a whole other level, floating like a cloud.

“How about we go back to the cabin? We can take a bath, watch a movie. You need to eat something after all that running.”

I nod, unable to string words together.

Cal helps me up, then stands in front of me before wrapping my arms around his neck. He grabs my legs, lifting me to piggyback me home.

“Thank you,” I mutter, nuzzling my face into the space between his shoulder and neck. It’s my favorite place to be.

“You’re welcome, lightning bolt.”