Chapter 39
THIRTY-NINE
REON
Let the Hunt begin…
That’s literally what she said as she tore off her clothes, leaving only her mask and necklace on, and ran into the forest.
“Let the Hunt begin,” I echo as I rip my own clothes off and chase after her.
Soren and I have come to terms with the fact that she is now my wife, and he even slightly respects her more, but she still hates him, which doesn’t bother me in the slightest. She’s been living with me for more than two months.
While we are so fucking hot and heavy, we also have been mindful that we don’t fully know each other the way most married couples do.
It took her longer than I hoped for her to tell me how much she loves me, but now the only thing she has on, apart from that mask and necklace, is my ring.
She’s happy.
She works for me, and I pay her a great deal of money.
But the thing is, she is skilled at hustling people. She reads them well and manipulates the fuck out of them.
Earl is impressed and, at one point, was concerned about his job.
He doesn’t have to be, though.
Not a day goes by that I can keep my hands off her.
There was a trip I had to take for work, which she couldn’t join me for, and it was the most tortuous two days of my life.
When I arrived home, I found her naked and waiting for me.
She knows me so well.
Tomorrow is our proper wedding day. She agreed to marry me in front of a large crowd, even though she hates people.
But she said yes to me.
Even though we are already man and wife by law, I want the world to know. By doing so, I can parade my sexy-as-sin wife around.
I see that as a win.
“I wonder if you can catch me,” she sings. We don’t have an actual Hunt tonight, and there are no victims to chase, but she still asked to come out here.
She wants me to fuck her in the forest.
And who am I to say no to such a wonderful idea?
I’d fuck this woman anywhere, anytime.
All she has to do is ask.
Last week, I tied her to the bed, and she giggled like a schoolgirl.
I could have killed her.
Instead, I fucked her until she was screaming, then I ate her pussy and made her come on my mouth multiple times.
It was a great day.
“I’ll always catch you, caterpillar,” I call out as I see her dart behind a tree.
I move to the other side of the trunk and reach for her.
Grabbing her roughly, I pull the mask off and thread my fingers through her hair before I lean down and pinch her nipple hard.
“Now, do you want it in your mouth or pussy first?”
“Mouth,” she replies without hesitation.
Turning her around, I bend her over and, without even a word of warning, slam into her. She’s already wet; I knew she would be. She was playing with herself the minute she got here.
“I said mouth,” she pants.
“And I don’t care. You aren’t in charge.”
She chuckles and lifts her hand to mine, which is wrapped around her hair. She grips my hand and holds on as I slam into her.
“Tell me, Reon.” I know what she wants to hear—she always wants the same thing lately. I slap her ass with my other hand before I spread her cheeks and slip my finger between them as my cock slides in and out of her.
“You are mine, wife.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
No lies, no hesitations.
She is mine, and I am hers.
Lilith
Dear Diary,
All my broken pieces are not as bad as I thought they were.
Actually, they fit perfectly with his.
This will be my last entry because now I don’t need to tell you all about my life or how fucked-up my head is anymore.
I tell my husband, and he revels in it.
Just as a good husband should do.
xox