6. Hunter
Six
Hunter
This house wasn’t built for noise. But tonight, it made an exception. I made an exception. For Ella. Everything was set up perfectly. Perfect wasn’t for them; it was for her.
Every detail was tailored to the fantasy I’d been fucking my fist to for months.
The lights were dimmed, casting a recessed and gold-tinted glow. I knew she hated the overhead lights, or “big lights,” as she called them, so I made sure to arrange the lighting like this.
A clean scent was permeating the rooms, cedar and leather, a far cry from the parties these fuckers usually attended. There would be no stench of cheap body spray in my fucking house.
Instead of loud, pounding music, I opted for something low and sultry, the bass vibrating through the floors like a pulse.
The clinking of actual glasses could be heard. I wasn’t serving top-shelf liquor in fucking red plastic cups.
The guys from the team who dared to question me kept asking why I threw this. They didn’t get it, and they didn’t fucking need to.
She would be here. That was the reason. The only reason.
This wasn’t just a party. It was a test to see how close I could get before I did something I couldn’t undo.
She stepped over my threshold like she belonged here, and I swore something in me came unstrung.
If she knew the shit I wanted to do to her in this house, she’d run. Or maybe she wouldn’t.
Maybe she’d beg.
I’ve imagined her here. On my stairs. On my couch. In my bed.
She didn’t know she was walking through a blueprint I drew in silence. She was in my space. Where I could watch her. Where no one could take her unless I let them.
And watch her I did. I was greedy. I wanted every single piece of her.
Leaning against the kitchen door frame, she threw her head back and laughed brightly and effortlessly.
Just out of my peripheral vision, I basked in the joy radiating off her. That is, until my gaze shifted to the person responsible for her laughter.
Some random motherfucker was trying to close in on my girl. In my fucking house. She laughed for him, not for me. Which was a problem — a problem I was about to fix.
The guy touched her back, then leaned down and said something that made her smile even wider.
Rooted to the spot, I watched their every movement from where I was standing. If I moved so much as a muscle, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to hold myself back.
Her smile should’ve been mine.
The first man to touch Blaze in this house would be me . Matter of fact, the only man who’d be touching her in general from now on would be me.
She was in my world now.
Jaw clenched, I watched as she excused herself and headed further into the house. I waited for her to slip away before pushing off the wooden frame to follow her, inconspicuously.
She moved through the house like a firefly, and I was simply following the glow of her light.
Watching her disappear into the bathroom, I positioned myself strategically. Then I waited.
When she emerged and came my way, I let her pass me before grabbing her from behind, quickly and quietly.
One hand was covering her mouth, the other curled around her waist. A shocked squeal, muffled by my palm, escaped her lips as I dragged her backward.
I pulled her into the dimly lit hallway by the stairs — the one unseen and unused by anyone because I’d roped it off. The sound she made would haunt my dreams tonight.
Her velvety-smooth skin felt warm, and a shower of sparks danced across my hands where I was holding on to her. Dark red hair, smelling like orange blossoms and heat.
She stiffened in my grip, startled and gasping for breath, but didn’t fight back as hard as I’d expected. She didn’t even try to scream.
Pressing her front against the wall, our bodies flush, I let out a deep groan at the unbelievable rush coursing through my entire body at the contact.
Lowering my head slightly, my breathing heavy, my voice was low against her ear.
“You have no idea what you do to people, do you?”
I ground my erection into her plump little ass, letting her feel what she was doing to me. Ella whimpered but didn’t try to escape my touch.
“He touched you. Here. Like he had a right.” My heart was racing in my chest. Touching her would take some time getting used to. I was positively drunk on the sensations.
“But you’re not his. You’re mine ,” I growled.
She fit too perfectly. Like I was built to fit around her shape. Fuck .
I was this close to losing it. Just grabbing her and dragging her up the stairs.
I could keep her here. No one would ask why. I’d lock her in my room and get a head start on all the depraved things I was planning to do to her anyway. My cock twitched in agreement.
Not once did I allow her to turn around. She was smart, she would make the connection. But that didn’t stop me from enjoying the idea of rattling her a little first.
My voice was in her ear, my breath hitting her delicate little neck, making goosebumps spring to life.
Unable to stop myself, I ducked my head and leaned in even more, allowing my tongue to swipe over her delicious skin before biting down.
Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a mark. A reminder.
She let out a squeal, which quickly morphed into a moan. Goddamn . She’d make me come in my pants at this rate.
I wanted to tear into her like an animal, wanted to leave my mark on her. Teeth, nails, or whatever it took to make sure every motherfucker here knew she belonged to me.
Instead, I did what I swore I wouldn’t. My zipper rasped down, rough in the quiet, and I freed my cock, already throbbing and slick at the tip. The air hit me like a shock.
“Part those legs for me, baby,” I ordered, forcing my knee between hers.
She gave a shaky little breath, and fuck, when her thighs opened for me, I nearly lost it.
Her dress was already rucked up from my grip, panties nothing but a damp barrier between me and the heat I craved.
I slid my cock between her legs, grinding up along her soaked slit, the head catching on lace with every brutal thrust of my hips. The friction was goddamn torture.
Her ass pressed back instinctively, and I had to bite down on her shoulder to keep from groaning loud enough to draw a crowd.
“Feel that?” I panted, driving harder, rutting like a fucking animal. “That’s what you do to me.”
Ella’s whimper cracked me in half. My hand left her hip to shove under her dress, palming one of her tits, pinching one perfect nipple through her bra as I kept my cock grinding against her.
She was trembling now, whether from fear or from how soaked she was, I didn’t know or care.
The knot in my chest coiled tight, savage, and unstoppable. My teeth sank into her neck as I came, hard, spilling all over her panties, the mess hot and obscene between her thighs.
I didn’t stop grinding until every last drop was smeared into her sweet little cunt, even if I couldn’t be inside her yet.
Breathing like I’d just gone ten rounds, I let my hand fall from her mouth slowly.
She stayed there, flush to the wall, chest heaving, and I forced myself to step back before I did something that crossed every line I had left.
I lingered for just a moment, my palm splayed over her stomach, coasting down to her hip, before letting her go.
A string of curses left her mouth as she turned around and discovered I’d already stepped into the next room and vanished into the crowd.
I watched from a dark corner as she came back out, her face flushed and my mark on her neck. By tomorrow, no one will be able to miss it.
She was still breathless, her chest heaving like the world spun wrong for a second, and she was still catching up. Welcome to my life, baby.
I was fairly certain she didn’t know it was me. Not yet.
But Ella was marked now. Inside-out. I’d bring her back here one day soon. Alone, and on purpose.