Hunting Her Box Set

I kiss him harder, dropping both hands to his hips to grip the waistband of his underwear, and drag him tighter against me.

I grow dizzy with adrenaline. Enslaved by bliss.

I tingle everywhere—arms, legs, pussy. There isn’t an inch of my skin unaffected by this man. At least until he pulls back, his eyes narrowed to spiteful slits.

“You’ve had your fun,” he growls. “Now it’s time to stop pretending you’re not making a dangerous fucking mistake.”