Chapter 9 #2
“Walkson was waiting. He dragged me into the back room. He’s stronger than he looks.
” She shuddered. “He tied me up, then cut off my dress. It wasn’t sexual, per se.
I don’t think he could—” she gestured with her hand “—but he enjoyed my fear, my pain. He toyed with me, sliced me up. He was angry that I kept turning him down. He said we were meant to be together.” She shuddered again.
“There was so much blood, and it hurt so much. I screamed, but no one heard. He told me in excruciating detail what he’d done to Amelia.
” Savannah’s voice hitched. “For me. He said that he’d killed her for me. ”
“No. That’s him trying to get in your head. He did it for him.”
She swallowed. “When the sun rose, he left. He’d loosened the ropes and I got free.
I was in a bad way, and ended up in the hospital.
My mom and brother were frantic when I hadn’t come home.
My father had died the year before. Heart attack.
” A faint smile hit her lips. “That man had loved his bacon.” Her smile faded.
“Mom was super-protective, and she was beside herself. My best friend, Saskia, had spent the night looking for me.” Savannah rubbed the fingers of her free hand against her temple.
“Then the police came, but instead of listening to my story, they questioned me about Amelia. They’d found her body, and a knife with my blood and fingerprints on it.
” She started shaking. “It was horrible. They accused me of working with Walkson to kill my rival.” Tears flowed down her cheeks.
“I was so scared, and in so much pain. They accused me of working with my attacker . I was terrified that they were going to arrest me.”
Hunt stroked her hair. “They were doing their jobs.” But he realized how traumatizing it must’ve been for her.
“They were relentless, even after I was released from the hospital. They couldn’t find Walkson. Then…” She pressed a hand to her belly.
Hunt tensed and knew there was more to come.
“Walkson sent me a note. It included photos of mom and Ezra. He promised to kill them if I didn’t go to him. I couldn’t let that happen. I ran.”
And she’d been running ever since.
She tipped her face up and he carefully wiped away her tears.
“No more running,” Hunt murmured.
She bit her lip.
“Promise me, Savannah. Trust me. We can stop him, and give you your life back.”
She closed her eyes. “I want to believe.”
Hunt pressed his lips to her temple. “Believe.”
He peppered kisses down her face. She made a needy sound, and then turned and pressed her lips to his.
“ Hunter .” She slid her hands into his hair. Their tongues stroked.
Fuck, she tasted so damn intoxicating. She moved on him, setting his already-hard cock throbbing. He gripped her thigh. “Savannah—”
“I want you. I want you inside me, filling me up.”
Hunt groaned. This was pure torture. “I’m not fucking you tonight.”
She frowned. “Why not? I want you. You want me.”
“You’ve had a rough day and night.”
“Hunt—”
He squeezed her hand. “Hear me out.” He slid his fingers along her jaw. “You’re tough. I know that. But you’ve dealt with a lot of stuff tonight. I’m not taking advantage of that. When I finally have you, we’ll both be focused solely on that.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Guess it’s my own fault for lusting after a slightly uptight, do-gooder cop.” She put her hand over his. “And a good guy.”
“If you knew exactly what I wanted to do to you, you might not say that.”
She shivered.
“The other reason is, I don’t have any condoms, and I’m guessing you don’t, either.”
“You don’t?” There was surprise in her voice.
“Haven’t needed any lately. I’ve had no time to date.” He ran his thumb over her lips. “And no one caught my eye, until my annoying, sexy, new neighbor played her music too loud.”
She nipped the end of his thumb, and Hunt felt it deep, his gut tightening.
“Well, we could do other stuff,” she murmured.
“Savannah—”
She sucked his thumb into her mouth, gray gaze locked on his. “Please, Hunter? I want to pleasure you, feel connected to you. I want to touch you.”
Fuck .
He felt his control crumbling. She bit his thumb again, giving him ideas of exactly what she wanted to do.
When he didn’t respond, she smiled.
Her hand slid down between them, and she palmed his erection.
He groaned. “I feel like I should say no.”
“Don’t say no.” She fumbled with the waistband of his shorts, then shoved them down. “I want—”
His large cock sprang free.
She stared. Hunt tried to think, but his brain was scrambled. He loved seeing the absorbed look on her face. “Baby, I—”
She dropped to her knees between his thighs, and leaned forward and licked the head of his cock.
He bit back a strangled curse and curled a hand in her curls.
She looked up, a faint smile on her face. “You were saying?”
“Nothing.” He nudged her.
Her smile widened, then she sucked him deep. She licked, sucked, and found the perfect suction.
Hunt groaned and kept his gaze on her. On that pretty mouth stretched around his cock, and on the hunger written all over her face.
She made a sound, and the vibration on his cock was almost too much. His climax was drawing closer, and he felt everything in him tightening. She kept bobbing her head up and down, and Hunt was incapable of talking, could only manage wordless grunts.
She squirmed between his thighs, drawing back, then taking him deep.
“Savannah, baby, I’m going to come.” His fingers tightened in her hair.
She sucked him deeper.
Hunt shuddered, throwing his head back. Hot, molten pleasure rushed through him. He shot into her mouth, and she swallowed, her hands digging into his thighs.
Shit. Fuck .
His body was a mass of pleasure, relief, and violent satisfaction.
She smiled up at him, her face open and flushed. Then he noted the way she rubbed her thighs together.
He didn’t stop to think or warn her.
He yanked her up, then tossed her on the couch.
“ Hunter —” Her voice was breathless.
“Quiet.” He yanked her shorts and panties off. He pushed her legs apart, spreading her wide. He was desperate for a taste of her.
He kissed her thigh, scraped his teeth over the delicate skin. She shuddered.
Then he put his mouth on her pretty pussy.
She reared up. With long swipes of his tongue, he explored and tasted. He groaned, using his tongue to torment her. She let out a sharp cry.
Hunt found her clit. He scraped it with his teeth, and sucked.
She turned her head into the couch cushion and screamed as she came.
He felt pleasure ripple through her before she collapsed under him, panting.
Yes, Savannah Cole was his.
He wouldn’t let her stalker have her, wouldn’t let her run from him, and he’d fight anyone who tried to hurt her or take her away.