Page 86 of Boys Who Hunt

My hand balls into a fist.

And Max is willing to lie to me … for this thief’s pussy?

I’m so fucking mad I could beat a hole into this wall, but I stop myself before I do. This is on him. I told him to make her fall for him, and he apparently succeeded, but he wasn’t supposed to hop over to her side. He chose her over us, overme.

Max’s motorcycle zooms off, and I listen to the sound of the engine disappear into the distance. I almost, almost wanted to go after him. But his time will definitely come. First, I want to see what this thief has been up to.

Finally, I know where she lives.

I peek inside the window again. She’s flopped down on the couch, looking exhausted from their fuck session. I keep my eyes solidly on her as she falls asleep right there and then, legs splayed across the couch like she couldn’t be bothered to get up.

My nostrils flare.

That’s gotta be some excellent fucking pussy, then, if it was worth betraying me for.

My eyes glide over her body, those perky tits and taut nipples, and those panties that are still wet. My tongue dips out to wet my lips.

Maybe I should go and find out exactly why he found it so fucking easy.

I shove the knife between the crevice of the window and hook my fingers underneath, then crack it open. I slowly climb in foot after foot and grab my knife. I’m surprised she didn’t lock the window. Or maybe she just forgot because of Max.

With my knife clutched firmly, I look around the apartment. So, this is where our infamous thief lives. She wasn’t kidding; she is poor as fuck. There’s barely any furniture, and it’s all run down like hell.

There’s a room to my left, but the door is locked. I could break in, but then I’d wake her up, and a fight would definitely ensue. I’m far more interested in her now that she’s asleep. I can hear her breathing all the way from across the room. There’s just something so … attractive about a Sleeping Beauty. Like she’s simply there waiting for me to touch her.

My knife is aimed at her heart, and I freeze when she groans and her legs move. She’s still fast asleep despite the danger currently invading her house.

I inch closer and closer, feeling the pull like a moth flittering to a flame just to see how close it can get. And the second my fingers make contact with her skin, an electrical current shoots up through my veins.

Fuck.

I watch her eyes flick and wait to see if she wakes up, but she doesn’t, so I slide my hand down her body. First across her neck and arms … then down her chest and belly, where I slowly creep up underneath.

I point my knife straight at her neck, imagining what she’ll do if she wakes up.

Would she be scared? Would she try to snatch it out of my hand? Or would she be embarrassed at the fact that her whole body just erupted into goose bumps under my touch?

I snort from how easily I can make her body mine. The fabric moves along with my fingers as she lies on the couch, far away in dreamland, and it makes me wonder what she’s dreaming about. If she can feel my fingers crawling up her skin until her tits are exposed.

My pants grow tighter, and my mouth waters, and I can’t help but lean over and roll my tongue over those hardened nipples. Still, she doesn’t rouse from her sleep. Max must’ve fucked so hard she couldn’t even stay awake.

Does that boy have such a good cock? Or is she just easily destroyed?

I slip my hand down her waist, across her navel, and down across the scar embedded into her skin, and even then, I still slide lower until I reach her panties. Her thighs briefly squeeze together but then relax as I start to circle her clit. The moans she lets out in her sleep are exquisite, like a silent whisper straight from her filthy dreams.

It spurs me to roll my fingers around until her legs slowly begin to widen for me.

“Do you even know how you’ve gotten under all of our skins?” I murmur, but it still doesn’t wake her even though my knife is still firmly lodged between her neck and her chest. “Or was that your plan all along, little thief?”

My eyes flicker to my own fingers as her panties grow wetter and wetter underneath, and a filthy grin forms on my face.

I’ve been looking for something more for so long … but maybe the one thing I need is right beneath my fingertips.

And if Max is so goddamn pleased by pleasuring her, then it’s time for me to find out exactly why that is.

CHAPTER 23

Heath