Page 23 of Hunted Obsession

“Maybe one of us can watch her?” Grayson suggests.

The men are quiet, and as much as I want to protest, I’m not sure I can. Fuck this shit, all of it. I cannot believe this is happening. It’s not even that I give a shit about Emmie because I honestly don’t. It’s the fact that she might know more about me than I want her to. Than I’ve allowed her to. I have a big fucking problem with that shit.

“I’ll do it,” I grind out. “I will stay on her every goddamn move.”

I can sense all the men sharing glances with one another, but I ignore them because I don’t give a shit what they think.

“You don’t think you’re too close to this?” Merrick asks.

Biting the inside of my lip, I think about telling him to shut the fuck up, but I don’t. Instead, I shake my head once slowly. “I’d have to feel something for her to be close to it. I fuck her, but that’s all. If she’s using me, manipulating me for more than just sex, then I want to fucking know. I will not let this cunt get away with a goddamn thing.”

“Fair enough,” Merrick murmurs.

And the next plan is in place.

That being me taken off surveillance room rotation and following Emmie’s every fucking move, which means fucking her—a lot. Damn, the bad luck. We break, and before I go back to Emmie’s, I make my way home and check in on my place and, secretly, Lucille.

LUCILLE

“Tell me you love me, Theron,” I whisper. I don’t dare say the words too loud for fear of waking him up.

Theron sleeps so soundly sometimes. It’s the only time that I can really look at him when I can tell him how I truly feel. There are nights when he’s restless when he’s plagued by nightmares. He doesn’t tell me what they’re about. He never does. But tonight is a good night, and I can’t stop staring at him.

Reaching out, I start to touch the side of his face, but when he lets out a heavy sigh, my hand retracts quickly. He grunts, rolling away from me, and I lie back on my pillow, staring at the ceiling.

I don’t think he’s ever going to tell me he loves me or anything else romantic like that. I’m this person he wants to be around. I’m good for sleeping beside and being inside of, but nothing more than that.

“What?” Theron asks, turning his head slightly to look over his shoulder at me.

“Nothing,” I lie.

He hums, rolling over, and without another word, his arm wraps around my waist as he pulls me against his side, then beneath him. His mouth slants to the side, his tongue slipping inside as he tastes me.

Fingers travel down my side before they slip between my thighs. Theron breaks the kiss, nibbling on my bottom lip before he shifts his head and his lips are just below my earlobe. He sucks on my flesh, and my entire body breaks out into goose bumps. Then he pushes up slightly, and I feel his length press against my center.

Sucking in a breath, I hold it as I wait for his intrusion. I’m ready for him. But he doesn’t move his hips. Instead, he lifts his head, and his eyes find mine.

“Theron?” I ask on an exhale.

His lips twitch into a smirk. “Tell me you’re mine,” he softly demands.

“You know that I am,” I breathe.

He gently slips just the head of his cock inside of me but nothing else. It burns slightly, but almost instantly, it feels so good that I start to pant with anticipation of his entire length’s intrusion.

I want it.

“You’re mine,” I say.

My voice is on edge because that’s exactly how I feel. I could come right this second. It wouldn’t take much at all. Theron doesn’t move, though. He stays where he is, just the head of his cock penetrating me and nothing else.

I almost wrap my arms around him and pull his body toward me so that he sinks deep into my body, but I don’t. He wouldn’t like that. Theron is very much a man who needs control. Lots of control, and I am more than willing to give that to him.

He chuckles, nipping my bottom lip as he inches inside of me just a little more before he stops again, his eyes focused on mine, his lips curved up into a smirk. Lifting my hands, I cup his cheeks, and I do something that is probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life, past, present, and likely future as well.

“I love you more than I could even express, Theron Henderson. You’re everything to me,” I whisper.

His entire body jerks, his eyes widen, and without another word, he sinks the rest of the way inside of me. Tears fill my eyes at my mistake. It’s not a lie, it’s how I feel because I do love him. I’m just sorry that I said it out loud. Clearly, it was the wrong move.