Page 54 of Boys Who Hunt

She pulls up her top and lowers her skirt from the waistline, showing the scar Silas left in her skin beneath her belly button, close to her mound.

Thief.

She tips up my chin. “To be used.”

And she picks up the knife and walks toward the door, but as she clutches the handle, she adds, “Don’t ever tell those fuckers where we liveorabout Cora. Got it?”

I shake my head. “I won’t, I swear.”

“Good.”

The door closes, and I’m left with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction … as well as a great hunger. She used me to gain back the power she lost to Silas and Heath, and I’m not even mad. This is the first time in my entire life I’ve ever been able to come without anyone even touching me. I sink back into the chair.

She left me here. Panting. Desperate for more.

Wow. What a woman.

Suddenly, the door bursts open, and my eyes widen when it isn’t her who’s looking at my dick.

It’s Heath, and he looks shocked. “What the—”

My cheeks flush with heat.

“Shit.” I try to free myself while awkwardly bumping up and down in the chair with my ass.

“Wow …” Heath shakes his head, judging me. “She did this, didn’t she?”

I nod, my flaccid shaft still twitching every time he glances at it.

He approaches me. “Where is she?”

“Gone,” I reply, sitting up straight to look him in the eyes. “Can you help me out, please?”

He lowers himself to my level, placing both hands on the back of my chair as he narrows his eyes. “First, you’re going to tell me what happened.”

“We had a little … chat.”

He snorts. “That’s one hell of a chat, Max.”

He sniffs the air and inches close, too close, making me lean back into the seat. Fuck. I can barely take it when he gets this up close and personal, let alone after I just had an encounter with Ivy. I’m still a mess, and his presence only complicates that further.

“You let that girl walk all over you … for some pussy?” he asks.

“I couldn’t help myself. She’s—”

His fingers curl around my throat. “You went behind my back. Are you into her? Is that it?”

He squeezes off my oxygen, but all it does is bring my dick back to life. And I know he sees. Just one small half of a second, but I know he glanced.

“Why?”

“I’m trying to win her trust,” I reply.

I know it’s a lie. I’m lying to both of them, and it’s eating me alive. But I’m already in so deep now … I can’t come back from this.

Heath releases me from his grip and steps back, looking me up and down like he’s judging the state I’m in. He sucks in the oxygen through his nostrils and then smiles, patting me on the shoulder. “That’s my boy.”

Then he undoes the belt around my wrists, and I breathe a sigh of relief.