Page 180 of Boys Who Hunt

I’m stunned. Too dazed to even think straight as his all-consuming kisses devour any meaningful thoughts I had left, replacing them with debauchery and a kind of greed I’ve never felt before, but my God is it a rush.

So much so that I actually start kissing him back.

And fuck me, his grin I can feel forming against my lips is nothing short of infuriatingly hot.

“My needy little thief … take it then if you want it so much.”

His tongue drives into my mouth, claiming every inch of space, every sliver of blood as he nearly kisses the soul of my body.

If he wanted it so badly … all he had to do was ask.

I pull away in abjection at the thought that just flashed through my mind. My fingers instinctively reach up to touch the blood on my lips while simultaneously staring at those darkened eyes filled with lust, desire … betrayal.

I knock his arm away from my throat as I backtrack to the door, eyes flashing to the knife while I consider if I’m going to stab him for making me want to kiss him back … or myself.

But my brain finally kicks into gear, and I knock open the door and exit swiftly.

Max

Ten minutesago

The doorto the game room opens, and I can feel a dark cloud literally swoop in from the accompanying wind.

“So this is it?”

At the sound of Heath’s voice, I close my eyes while he shuts the door behind him.

“This is how it’s going to be from now on?” he grits.

I clench the glass in the palm of my hand, wishing I knew what to do, but he’s made it impossible to even think straight.

“You’re going to ignore me.”

“No, I …” I mutter, swirling the scotch around.

“You can’t even look at me while you’re standing there thinking about her. You don’t even drink scotch. Ever. And now you’re just going to chug it down instead of talking to me?”

He’s right, but I don’t know how to handle this situation.

“LOOK AT ME!”

His pained voice instantly makes me look up like a beacon in the dark of my mind. And my God, the contortion on his face is too much to bear.

“Please, Heath …”

“Tell me you fucking love her,” he says. “Say it. Say it out loud.”

“I love her,” I reply.

His lip quivers. “Did it hurt when I took her with me? When you learned I fucked her under your goddamn nose?”

Grinding my teeth, I nod.

“Good,” he snarls, stabbing me right in the heart.

“I’m …”

“Say what you need to say, Max,” he grits. “Or I swear to God, I will fucking ruin her right in front of you.”