Hunter

Who are you?" "Your fantasy," I tease with a kiss, digging my nails into his shoulders. "No shit." He bites my lower lip, then sucks it into his mouth. "A fucking nightmare, too.

I see my future in those eyes. In this woman. It's fucking crazy and unwanted, but it's there. It's been there from the first night she fucked me over and threw my gun out a third-story window, to right now, when I'd give anything to see her smile.

I want her. Not just her body or her secrets. I want her trust. I want more. I want everything. Every touch. Every breath. I want to know she's mine, and I won't stop until I'm successful.

She's playing me. I know that. But I still listen to her lies like a man starved of sound.

I have every intention of spending the night in her bed. I'll beg, borrow, and steal to get between those sheets. Or more accurately, I'll bluff, intimidate, and manipulate. Old habits die hard.