Page 133 of Boys Who Hunt

“You want me, don’t you?” I ask.

He nods, licking my top lip. “More than anything.”

His breath falters in his throat when I squeeze his shaft and then release him. “Then fuck me.”

He immediately grips my thighs, lifts my legs, and rips down his pants, ready to go.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Max abruptly stops, and we both turn our heads toward the sound, which came from what I thought was a bathroom door. But it turns out it opens into another bedroom instead, and the door just got slammed into the wood. A guy with a white mask on his face leans against the door opening, the tattoos and those familiar black tunnels in his earlobes immediately giving away who it is.

Heath Preston.

“Beautiful. Just fucking perfect.” Heath’s voice booms through the room.

“Heath?” Max mutters, swiftly pulling away from me.

“I’m impressed you managed to stop her from robbing them,” Heath says, still leaning against the doorjamb. “Or maybe she’s just distracting you so she can continue after she’s tied you up.”

“What?” Max says. “No. Of course not.”

I feel exposed and embarrassed because Heath’s eyes glide over my body like he’s savoring a meal he’s yet to consume.

“That’s not—What are you doing here?” I sneer, trying to compose myself as I get off the desk and pull my dress back up into place even though it won’t stay and keeps falling off my shoulders.

Heath tilts his head, his thumb brushing across his lip. “Oh, don’t stop because of me.”

“What do you want?” I ask. “Or did you just come here to humiliate me further?”

“No,” he responds, dark eyes darting to Max. “I sawhimand wanted to confirm my suspicions.”

My eyes narrow. “Of what?”

“You, sneaking around to steal …” I swallow. “Him, still trying to profess his love to you after everything we’ve done.” He makes a tsk sound and shakes his head. “I’m disappointed in you, Max.”

Max pulls his pants back up, but they barely fit over his hard-on.

Heath pushes himself off the wood and casually walks to the couch to the right of us, flopping down with his legs spread open wide.

“Well, go on then … continue whatever you were starting there,” he says.

I frown. “Have you gone insane?”

A wicked smile spreads on his lips, and he chuckles. “Maybe I have … finally.”

I roll my eyes and push Max away. “I can’t do this.”

But the second I head for the door, a certain clicking noise stops me in my tracks.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Heath, no!” Max yells, anger distorting his face.

My eyes connect with the barrel of a gun.

“You want to shoot me?” I seethe.

But instead of pointing it at me, Heath points it at Max. “Do you want me to shoot him instead?”