The Hunted (The Killing Hours Book 1)

by Christy Anderson

  I seal my mouth over hers again, and I’m not gentle this time. Pushing my tongue past her lips and into her mouth, she opens to me in response. I can’t get close enough to her, so I turn her to me and kneel in front of her without breaking our kiss. Any control I had slips once her tongue meets mine in this duel. That small return of affection drives me to the brink of insanity as I pull her small form in, closer to me. She moans into my mouth, and I groan at the sound. My cock hardens. My balls tingle in anticipation. I will have this moment with her. I don’t deserve it at all, but I’ll be damned if I pass it up.

  9

  Raven

  His arms grip me tight and he clings to me. I can’t think of anything but the need to have this man, this stranger, dominate me. Passion is overriding my senses. I’m not afraid of him in this moment, but I’m sure that’s a huge mistake on my part. Do I trust him? Definitely not, but I can’t deny my attraction to him, however misplaced it may be. I don’t need the distraction of this dangerous man, but what a distraction he is. Maybe it’s wrong to use him in such a way, but I can’t find the will to care. He doesn’t seem to mind.

  My head spins, dizzy with lust, and his hands pull at the bottom of my sweater. He breaks our kiss to pull it over my head and flings it behind me. Seconds later, those fantastic lips descend on my neck, nibbling me in the best of ways. When his teeth clamp on my earlobe, I lose any control I may have had.

  “Knox, more. More!” I breathe deeply as this need inside me grows, consuming me with nothing but him. All I see, hear, smell, and taste…him.

  “I want to be inside you, Little Bird. I won’t wait any longer.”

  The words are a promise spoken into the flesh of my neck, and it sends chills over my body as I grasp his hair in my trembling hands. He moves his head to my breast and sucks my nipple through my bra. Oh God, the things this man can do with that wicked mouth! He unhooks my bra, pulls it free, and tosses it to join my sweater. Then he pulls me up from the chair by my wrists, and a small shot of fear races through me at the show of his strength. This man could break me with his bare hands if he so chooses. The fear quickly fades as his hands unbutton and unzip my pants. The zipper moves so slowly, reverently almost, I swear I hear every tooth coming undone. Once my pants are unzipped, he closes the distance between us and lightly traces my lips with his tongue before he kneels before me to remove my shoes. Having such a menacing man on his knees before me inspires a heady sense of power. I stroke my fingers through the soft brown strands of his hair. He leans into the motion as if he craves my touch.

  Lifting my leg with one hand, he uses the other to remove my shoe then presses a kiss to the arch of my foot. The action is so arousing, my nipples harden. He lowers my foot back to the floor and repeats the same process on the other foot. My flesh tingles, and I can sense exactly where his lips touched me.

  Now, with both of my feet once again on the floor, he looks up and his eyes meet mine, the sight nearly steals the air from my lungs. I am the center of his intense concentration. It’s as if he’s reading every signal my body is putting out, maybe ones I’m not even aware of. I look deep into his eyes, and I can see the hunger there, for me. It is unnerving and satisfying all at once. The tug on the waist of my jeans draws me back to the present, and I watch as he slowly and carefully slides my pants and panties down as one. The cool air kisses my over-heated skin and adds to the sensations coursing through my body. After freeing each leg from my pants, he drops my clothes in a heap at his feet. He rises to his full height before me, and then appraises me from head to toe. I should be embarrassed by his blatant scrutiny, but the way those amber eyes flame with desire, I am anything but. He looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. My sex tightens and my anticipation builds. I watch and wait patiently for his next move because this man definitely controls my body.

  “Fuck. I can smell your sweet little pussy, baby. I’m going to feast on you.”

  My knees almost buckle at those words. I can’t hide the fact that I’m drenched. Knox moves to the table and pushes dishes to the side. Some of them crash to the floor and break. He doesn’t seem to notice as he lifts me up, sitting me on the edge of the table. His hand moves behind his head, and he pulls the black cashmere sweater off, tossing it to the side before staring down at me as he unbuckles his belt. His muscles flex and bunch while he toes off his shoes and pushes off his pants and underwear together. I just watch, mesmerized. I don’t even have the presence of mind to care that I’m sitting here naked in front of a stranger. His body is chiseled and packed with muscle. Broad shoulders and a massive chest lead down to lean hips with those sexy V lines pointing to his rock-hard cock.

  The legs of the chair scrape against the pristine wooden floors as he pulls it up in front of me. He sits down and scoots closer to me. My eyes widen at his proximity, and clearly, I can see where his mind is going. He grabs me by the ankles, spreads my legs, guiding my feet to rest on the top of the table. Oh hell. I’m splayed open to him. He’s so close to me, I can feel his breath teasing over the sensitive lips of my pussy. I groan, my head falling back as I squeeze my eyes closed. The sensation is almost too much to bear.

  “Eyes on me, Little Bird. Eyes on me. I want you to see how hungry I am.”

  On his command I lock eyes with him, his willing servant as he runs his thumb up and down the seam of me. I’m in a trance. I’ve been bewitched. Those amber colored eyes glow bright with a hunger I’ve never witnessed in another man.

  “Let me look at my sweet little pussy before I give her a kiss.”

  My knees shake as I let them fall wider open for him, allowing him access to the most hidden parts of myself. He’s seeing me in a way no other man ever has. The thought sends heat rising to my cheeks, then it flushes down to my chest. I have never been viewed in such an intimate way. Talked to in this manner. It is way out of my comfort zone, but so taboo and fucking erotic it turns me on further. It’s painfully obvious, my past lovers never prepared me for what Knox Bane brings to the table. I watch him, my nipples hardening, almost painfully, as my anticipation grows. His eyes trace the flesh of my pussy, his tongue peeks out tracing his bottom lip.

  “You’re so beautiful. Let’s see how you taste.”

  The words blaze a heated trail on my flesh a moment before he dives in to me, licking me with one long stoke of his tongue from bottom to top.

  “Delicious.”

  His eyes close as he inhales me long and deep, then he begins flicking my clit with his tongue in a torturous rhythm. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. It’s maddening. I grab a hand full of his hair and push his face deeper into me. Any trace of shame has been replaced by this wanton desire coursing through my veins.

  Want. Want. Want.

  Oh God, how I want.

  I press myself firm to his mouth, and he groans. The vibration snakes its way through my bones and sets me on fire. I swivel my hips back and forth and my ass rises from the table, needing everything he is trying to give. I ride his face with no shame, and his hands move under me, grasping my ass. Growling his approval into my flesh, he sucks my clit hard, and I’m gone. I come so hard, my vision blurs, the room spins off kilter before my eyes, and I’m babbling his name like a plea for more. With one long last stroke of his tongue, he licks the last of my orgasm from me then smacks my pussy. The sensation ripples across my over-sensitive flesh and reverberates through me, nearly causing a second orgasm to surface. He leans back against the back of the chair and pulls me onto his lap in one fluid motion. His hard cock hits my clit, and I moan low in my throat. Pleasure builds like a wave as I writhe in his lap. He fists his cock, flicking the head of it against my clit. I swear, my eyes roll back in my head as he pushes the head just in and stops.

  “Eyes, Little Bird. Give me your eyes. I want to see you as I claim you.”

  Claim me?

  I don’t have time to wonder about that comment any longer because he drives into me, fully encasing himself inside
my pussy.

  “Oh God!” I cry out at the fullness of him inside me as he holds me to him. He’s big, and there’s no doubt I’ll know I’ve been truly fucked tomorrow. He watches my face and waits while I adjust to his size, and the second he notices the tension leave my body, he’s moving.

  His brows are drawn down in concentration and his jaw tenses as he pumps himself into me. I arch my back, trying to roll my hips against him, but his strong hands grasp my ass. He lifts me up then, giving himself a better position to piston in and out of me. His movements are designed to bring me ultimate pleasure, and my God do they. Whiskey colored eyes stay trained on me, watching, assessing me as he fucks me into another world. My head rolls forward onto his shoulder, and I practically scream my way through another orgasm. With his teeth at my neck, he nips me softly, whispering words into my flesh.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come. You feel so damn good coming all over my cock. That tight, hot pussy all wet as fuck for me.”

  His words and continued momentum hurtle me to the edge again. He must sense it. “Whose pussy is this, Little Bird? Whose? Tell me who owns you?”

  I barely manage a whispered, “You,” as my throat goes dry, my body explodes around him again.

  “That’s right, baby. This is mine.” He thrusts into me, almost a declaration as one hand leaves my ass to thumb my clit. I convulse again, as the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life crashes over me. White edges my vision, and I shut my eyes in time for stars to burst behind my closed lids.

  My lungs fight for oxygen as my orgasm ebbs. The evidence of my pleasure is all over us, and he continues to pound me relentlessly. I am barely able to breathe as I lean limply against his chest. The slap of our skin colliding fills my ears, and his cock twitches inside of me. I groan my protest when he pushes my slack torso away from his. Thankful for the table at my back, I lean my weight into the edge. A few more thrusts, and he growls deep in his chest as he pulls his cock free from me. Fisting the hard length, he strokes himself from root to tip. I watch his white knuckles grip his cock and carry him to the finish line. I’m not sure if anything has ever been sexier than this. My God, he grunts low and deep as his warm release falls onto my chest and stomach. When he notices me watch him come, a proud smile graces his full lips. He holds me at arm’s length, appraising his handiwork as his semi-hard cock rests against my wet flesh. He lifts one hand to my chest and rubs his cum all over me, like he’s marking me. I watch in confusion as he works, not certain what to think of this dangerously powerful man. His fingers snake down my arms, and he grasps my wrists, using the hold to draw me back to him. He touches his lips to mine in a lingering kiss. That soft, gentle touch has my body melting into an even more satisfied state. His eyes lock on me, swallowing me whole as he whispers, “Mine.”

  10

  Knox

  “Wrap your legs around me, baby.” She does as instructed, and I push us up from the chair. Those long, lean limbs twining around my waist cause her pussy to press tightly against my stomach. The slick heat of her cunt draws me to brush my lips against hers as I seek any place to touch her to relieve some of the building need inside me again. I try not to give in to this desire, this need to consume her. I can tell she’s feeling thoroughly fucked at the moment, and I am in no way finished with her. She moans against my mouth and my tongue slides between her teeth to twine with hers. The sound she makes has my cock hardening between us. I can see now, my plan of fucking her out of my system isn’t going to work. Once was most definitely, not enough. I growl as I grip her bare ass in my hands and squeeze gently, my mouth sliding from hers to nip the flesh of her shoulder. Fuck. This woman makes me lose my damn mind.

  I grab a towel as we enter the bathroom and toss it down onto the marble counter before I gently place Raven down on top of it. Her legs retreat from my midsection, and I immediately miss her body locked onto mine. She slumps forward slightly, stretching as a yawn escapes her. I’m not surprised she’s tired considering how hard she came. Smiling proudly to myself for being the cause of her current boneless state, I kiss the top of her head and pause to inhale her scent. Then, I make my way to the shower. I tap a few buttons before the water begins to pour out of the heads.

  When I turn around, I take a moment to analyze Raven. Her head hangs down, and her hair falls around her face like a crumpled, silken curtain. She seems lost to her own thoughts. I wonder what she’s thinking? I suppose this is a lot for her to take in. I’ve had weeks to plan for this. She’s had mere hours. Something else lurks there though, beneath the surface. That’s the information I want. I know she has an ulterior motive for being here, not just finances or some other frivolous thing. The desire to know her every thought isn’t surprising to me. She has become a bit of an obsession. That could present a whole other set of problems for me, and for her if anyone in my line of business were to realize my increasing infatuation.

  I stride over to her and gently cup her chin, and I brush the hair from her face with my other hand as I lift her head. She’s tired, weary even. Lost. Definitely lost.

  “Tell me the real reason you’re here,” I softly ask, afraid of scaring her further.

  She hesitates, and her eyes dart everywhere but on me.

  “I told you. I need the money.”

  Lie.

  “Baby, look at me.” Those green eyes peer at me from underneath thick black lashes.

  “I know that’s a lie. Tell me the truth.”

  I grip her chin just a bit tighter, urging her to trust me with whatever she’s hiding. I know this woman has no fucking reason in the world to trust me. A good fuck doesn’t mean you can or should divulge your secrets, but I still want them. Something isn’t right. If she’ll tell me, maybe I can help. Ace and I have helped other girls here before. Financially, running off asshole men from their lives, some permanently. Setting them up with new identities and relocating them when needed. We have given some of them jobs within the club. They’re under our employ, of course we take care of them.

  With an aggravated huff, she thrusts herself up off the counter, brushes past me, and steps into the shower. Little spitfire. Maybe my Little Bird has some fight left in her.

  She has a motive for being here, all of the girls do, but hers isn’t just about money. I can’t help but think it has to do with her sister.

  I’m not used to fully considering someone else’s feelings. It’s a foreign concept. I’m more of a take what I want kind of man. It doesn’t pay to have feelings in my line of work. In fact, feeling anything could kill me or the people I hold most dear. Lazz and I are proof enough of that, crazy fucker that he is. Yet, I find myself wanting more from my Little Bird. Maybe it’s the hours I’ve spent watching her that makes me want to protect her, fix things for her. It’s ridiculous, but there’s a sense of closeness to her even though she knows absolutely nothing about me. For now, I won’t push her on the subject, even if everything in me needs to know the answer. I’ll have to figure out another way to get inside my Little Bird’s mind.

  I can read my marks within moments of getting them in my sights, but one tiny woman has me second-guessing everything I know. I don’t have a clue how to proceed with her. The only thing I do know is, I’m going to figure out her secret.

  I grab a couple towels from the cupboard and place them on the warmer. Wash cloths in hand, I head in after her. Stepping in, I’m greeted by the warmth of the spray bouncing off her perfect ass. I watch for a few moments, mesmerized by the water sluicing down her creamy skin. It rains down on her from above, plastering her black strands to her head. I’m ready to fuck her senseless, but she seems sad. I’m pretty sure sex is the furthest thing from her mind. I’m not certain anyone has ever looked so defeated. I reach for her shoulders and softly spin her slight form to face me. Water, possibly mixed with tears, rolls down her cheeks. I reach for the soap and lather it onto the wash cloth as we just stare at one another silently.

  She assesses my every move through tear filled,
guarded eyes, and not knowing what to say, I reach out to smooth the cloth along the slope of her shoulder. She doesn’t protest or tell me to stop when I grasp her hand in mine to slide the cloth the rest of the way down her arm. Whether she intends it or not, I take this as permission to wash her. Suds roll down her skin, and I plan to take my time washing her intimate parts. I watch, fascinated, as the soap covers then reveals her pert tits and small bubbles drip from her nipples. My desire to shove my cock in between her creamy thighs almost gets the better of me. I bite my lip and barely manage to keep from groaning at the erotic sight.

  “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen.” She’s somehow getting under my damn skin. Broken, sad, and defeated. This damn woman is still the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I want to take all her shattered pieces, mend them, and put them back to right. I don’t ever want to see her like this again.

  I step forward, eating up the small bit of space between us. Her warm, wet skin against my palm, I walk her backward and guide her to sit on the bench behind her. Inhaling a sharp breath, I spread her thighs, opening up her pink slit to me. I try my damnedest not to finger her tight cunt as I swipe the cloth through her folds. I bite the inside of my cheek to suppress the rising groan.

  “Rinse.” I smile and point to the showerhead off the back wall, just one of multiple heads and sprayers in the open marble shower. With a soft, lingering kiss to her plump lips, I turn and move to the other showerhead.

  The warm water cascades over me while I wash myself. She’s watching me. And I love her attention trained on me. My hand slides down to grasp my cock. I squeeze it firmly and pump my length a few times, long and slow, just for her.

  Fuck that feels good.

  Her cheeks flush, and I feel my smile stretching my lips.