Page 177 of Boys Who Crave


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Fucking mouthwatering pussy.

She coughs, and I look up again at the door in the corner where steam escapes.

She’s still blissfully unaware of my presence.

Just like I was when she first stalked me in my own goddamn house.

I slowly approach the door, peeking through the small gap to watch her douse the sin off her skin, and I swallow impatiently, as my pants tent with arousal.

I must bring her down when she least expects it.

Before she becomes my end.

Sunny

I’m under the shower,rinsing off the blood of the fight between Foley and me, when I hear something snap in my room. I shut off the faucet and listen.

Something doesn’t feel right…

I grab my phone and text someone, then grab a towel and dry off, wrapping it around my hair so it’s tightly secured before I exit my room.

Click.

The sound of a safety pin makes me stop in my tracks, and I briefly glance sideways at the barrel of the gun pushed into my temple.

“Hands above your head,” Atreus says.

But all I do is smirk as I turn my head closer toward the gun. “Back already?” I quip, returning his own words to him.

We just can’t seem to stay away from each other even though I gave him a clear out. I guess he was too excited to chase me instead. My fully naked body is on display along with a myriad of scars on my skin, and his eyes swiftly dart across my nipples and the entirety of my tatted body as if he’s taking it all in before they shoot back up to my face.

“Do you enjoy sneaking up on naked women?” I ask. “Where are your cop buddies?”

“This is personal.”

My brows rise. “Oh … so you came on your own?”

Interesting.

“You have ulterior motives.”

He unfurls the towel from around my head, so my hair drops down over my shoulders, and he shoves it against my chest. “Cover up before I take you in.”

I cackle. “You’ll do no such thing.”

I swat the gun out of the way, slamming his arm into the wall beside my head. I grasp the towel and spin it to twist so I can whip him in the gut. He grabs the towel and my body and manages to twist it around my neck.

“Don’t dare an agent of the law,” he growls in my ear, and he pinches my nipple so hard I scream despite the towel twisting around my neck.

I knock my head back.

CRACK!

Blood spills out of his nose as his fingers release my nipple, and I can finally tear this towel away from my face. He knocks me off-balance with a kick to the legs, and I nearly topple over, but I manage to grab his arm. I bring it to my mouth and bite down into his flesh until he yelps out in pain from the bloodied marks I leave.

God, this violence is such a fucking turn-on.

“Fuck! You bit me!” His arm retracts, and I swing away at him.