Hunting Her Box Set

There is no thirst, and I want to tell her why. I’m fucking drawn to explain my position was a birthright, not something I wished for. Nobody gets to step down from this throne. Not unless it’s in a body bag.

In my world, I can only move forward.

“It’s a hunger like no other.” I end the conversation with a hard thrust into her heat. There’s no protection. No fucking insurance policy to guard either of us against an STD or parenthood. And I don’t give a damn. She’s smart enough to be clean and covered. At least I hope so.

I revel in the way her back arches, her breasts reaching toward me. She’s tight, her walls choking my dick in the best possible way as she releases a feminine whimper.

I can’t stop myself from leaning forward, resting on one hand to hover over her. I need to get closer. Being inside her isn’t enough. I want her touch. Her mouth. Her thoughts. Her future.

Fuck.

I look away, unable to remain staring into those mind-reading eyes as I continue gliding into her. Back and forth. Over and over.

“What is it?” She cups my cheek with a delicate palm.

The co

I hate her gentleness.

I fucking loathe the way she weakens me.

“Nothing.” I swoop down, stealing her mouth and a gasp along with it.

I pound my frustration into her. I buck hard. I fucking slam deep. And the brilliant woman matches me, wrapping her legs around my hips, scratching the shit out of my back.

I’ve never been this intoxicated, and it’s not the liquor taking over my senses. It’s her. A fucking Fed.

The reminder should make my balls shrivel. Instead, it brings a thrill. The world disappears through my compulsion to claim her.

I want to own her. Control her. And I itch to make her feel the same way. To bring her down with this mindless addiction.

“Waging war against you was the best decision I ever made.” I drag my lips over her sweat-slicked skin.

“You fight dirty.” She grinds into my thrusts, our rhythm perfectly synched. “How the hell are you doing this to me?”

I kiss her neck. I bite. I earn myself another gasp.

“I’m close again.” She clings tighter, her pussy clamping like a vise. “So close already.”

“That’s because you were born to submit to me.”

She shudders. “Don’t be an asshole. I’m not submitting to anything.”

“Then maybe you love slumming it on the wrong side of the tracks.” I nuzzle her ear. “Do you enjoy the thrill of being fucked by a murderer?”

Her nails dig deeper into my back. “Stop it.”

Her protest is in contrast to the truth of her body. There’s no pause in her movements. The tightness of her legs doesn’t ease.

“Admit it.” I pull back, grasp her chin, and force her gaze to mine. Exotic green blinks back at me, dazed and delirious.

She’s incredibly beautiful. There’s never been a more alluring woman. Not in my bed or my consciousness. There’s only her.

At this point, it feels like there will only ever be her.

“Tell me the truth, little fox.” I kiss those lips, brushing my tongue over hers. “Tell me you’re dying to have a criminal come inside you.”

She shivers with a breathy exhale. Then those pretty eyes roll and her neck arches. She unravels, milking my dick with another orgasm.

For a brief second, I contemplate dragging this out, hoping to get her tally to three before I follow along with her, but her whimpers undo me. Her allure has me thrusting harder, pumping faster.

Pressure builds in my balls, the release hitting hard.

I force my mouth on hers, tasting her cries, each one of her breaths becoming mine as I lose myself. Over and over I come, and even then my mind doesn’t stray from her.

There’s only the need to mark her. To claim her as my own.

That’s when the uppercut of unease hits me.

The clarity.

All this time I demanded she admit the mistake of fucking me. But as she lies beneath me, her eyes closing, her lips pulled in a smile, I realize I’m the one who messed up.

There was no error on her behalf.

Anissa Fox would never sleep with me out of weakness or drunken stupidity.

Hell no.

Not in a million years.

The Fed I know would’ve done it out of strategy. Pure manipulation. She aimed to achieve something by fucking me, and my obsession was the end result.

Shit.

I rest my forehead against her shoulder, letting her deception sink deeper than her nails, while my dick continues to jerk inside her.

Did she just win?

Did I just become mind-fucked by someone who will stop at nothing to place me behind bars?