Wanna Play a Game? (The Hunter’s Club, #1)

by Alina May

“Bunny.” Sawyer taps my nose with a gloved finger. “Remember, I said you’re going to enjoy it.” My pulse is flying. “You’re sick.” “Thank you.” With one hand, Sawyer reaches the pliers into the furnace and pulls out a red hot metal plate.

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“Such a greedy little pussy. You like pain? You like it when I make you hurt?”

“Eat my cum out of her, pet.”

“I want to see the look on your face as I drink his cum out of you, shadow.”

I think I’ve fallen asleep when I hear a voice so soft I barely hear it say, “What are you like when you’re happy, broken little thing?”

“You can’t just kidnap me and call it a relationship! I have to have a choice in the matter.” Sawyer leans close, his breath brushing over me and his voice low and dangerous, “With me, you’ll never have a choice, bunny. I chose you. That means you’re mine. Your life, your breath, your hopes and dreams. You will always belong to me until your dying breath. I will never let you go, Cali.” He stares into my soul. “No matter what you do or how hard you fight. You’re mine. Now put on the fucking collar.” I swallow. He grabs the ends of the choker and clicks the lock down. “You’re mine. Get fucking used to it.”

She says, “I have a cat, the one you saw. He’s an ass,” she scoffs. “But I love him. He’s been there for me.” Love. I turn to fully look at her. Cali pauses, looking uncomfortable. “What?” “Nothing. Didn’t think you could love anything. With your prickly attitude and all.” I motion at her.

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“Caliii,” a voice singsongs. I feel Sawyer’s presence at the doorway. I refuse to look at him. “Find anything useful?” he asks, his voice dark. I force myself not to freeze. There’s no way he could know I was looking through his stuff. “What do you mean?” He chuckles lowly. “Oh, bunny. I thought you knew better than to lie to me.”

Sawyer is crazy. He’s my favorite

“One day, I’ll find out who made you scared to close your eyes, bunny. And if they aren’t already dead, I’m going to kill them for you.”

You can’t fight me. Your body submits to me, and soon enough, your heart will too.”

“Is this what you look like when you feel safe, pretty girl?” I sit in silence for a bit, my chest warm with adoration. “I wish you could look like this every day.”

Something stirs in my chest. It’s not entirely unpleasant, but my body immediately tenses. Am I feeling…affection?

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“Does it turn you on, knowing that you can’t do a thing to stop me? That I’m going to take what I want from this pretty little body, regardless of what you say?”

Sawyer says softly, “So just know, we want this place to be a safe spot for you to find yourself. And maybe when you stop running from yourself, you’ll stop running from us.” I blink. I don’t know how to respond to that. Because I do want to stop running. I want it so fucking badly. Sawyer straightens. “Jesus Christ, that was harder than shooting someone.”

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