Page 27 of Shattered King

The sound of the lock disengaging came next.

The door opened and I charged. But instead of colliding with Ruby’s small frame, I collided with something hot and hard and unyielding. My arms were instantly caught in a tight grip, and I was shoved back several steps. The sound of the door slamming and the lock sliding into place came before I was pushed back against the wall.

“Nice try. But you aren’t going anywhere,” Hunter said, hard eyes staring down at me.

“Where’s Ruby?”

“Gone.”

“Gone where?”

“I’d be more worried about myself if I were you,” he said. “You seem kind of anxious to leave us?”

“You know I am, asshole.” The insult flew from my mouth, borne of anger and frustration, not just from having my escape plan foiled, but from the way my body was reacting to Hunter standing in front of me. That’s all it took.

“You’re right. I am an asshole. The asshole that right now gets to decide when you eat, when you piss, when and if you get to leave.”

“You can’t hold me here forever.” I shoved at his chest, doing my best to jerk my arms free.

He didn’t let go.

I needed him to not touch me, because I knew what happened next, what always happened when he touched me, what was already happening. The pulse between my thighs grew more intense. I fought harder.

He chuckled, making me heat up even more.

Self-preservation kicked in, and before I knew what I was doing, I’d leaned in and sunk my teeth down on his hard-muscled chest, the only place I could reach.

He growled, spun me around, and shoved into the wall, my face pressed against the cool tile. “Oh, I know that. And I can’t wait until you’re nothing but a bad memory again, when you’re someone else’s problem, believe me.”

“Then just let me the hell go.”

He didn’t. He pressed closer. A shiver slid through me before I could stop it, my body tingling from head to toe.

“I don’t think you want that,” he said, voice harsh. “Do you now, Lulu?”

His hands went to my hips, fingers digging in. I gasped. “Please.”

“Please what?”

My mouth opened and closed. I knew what I should say, but I couldn’t make myself say it. I couldn’t form the words.

“You may have been playing me back then, using me, but there was one thing you couldn’t fake,” he rasped against my ear. “You used to beg me to fuck you. You remember that?”

The hard ridge of his cock brushed my ass. I whimpered. I ached for him, despite the way he taunted me. I wanted him still.

“You were so damn wild for me, I used to have to hold you down. You loved it as much as me.”

I had. I’d been living in my fantasy world, where it was safe. When I was there, with Hunter, the monster couldn’t hurt me, couldn’t touch me. Nothing scared me. I’d let Hunter do anything he wanted to me. Loved all of it. I had been wild. I’d been wild for him.

My back arched before I could stop myself, my ass pressing against his hard cock.

He hissed. “Fuck, you’re wet for me now, aren’t you?”

I shook my head furiously, even as I squeezed my thighs together to ease the deep, relentless ache.

He made a tutting sound. “You can’t lie to me, not about this. Never about this.”

I gasped. “Don’t.”