Rugger: The Huntress (The Grey List Book 3)

by Grey Huffington

Without a doubt, it would be his face I was sliding my pussy across before the night ended. His mother and father had done well. Every part of him was cream-worthy.

“I’m staying at The Balgaria. Room 2490. I need you there before I close my eyes and when I open them in the morning.”

“Wire the fucking money. My pussy will be on your nose once it clears. Pinky swear.”

didn’t trust myself around a man long enough to not end him. The first heavy breath, sign of infidelity, chomp with an open mouth, or lifted toilet seat would land him six feet under.

Brain matter. Exposed intestines. Freshly penetrated soil. Pallbearers in unison. The mournful tears of a mother. One after the other, they dashed through my thoughts. Any man that touches you from this day forward is a dead man, my love.

She’d been trained by a master marksman. It was time she was tamed by one.

“Eat your dinner, Rugger. You have time, because I’ve already taken that target off your hands. If you think you’re riding his dick tonight, you’re mistaken. If it’s not mine, then you won’t have any tonight.”

“You’ve never been courted,” he breathed against my neck. “You’ve never been praised. You’ve never been held to the regard I see you in. You’ve never been supported. You’ve never been encouraged. You’ve never been invested in.

“You’ve never been sought after. Chased down. And, caught. You’ve never been the center of a man’s world. You’ve never been the beginning and the end. You’ve never been affirmed. You’ve never been cherished. You’ve never been met with intention. You’ve never been loved.

“And, you’ve never been fucked, Rugger. Not for real. Not by a real man. Because, I promise you this won’t feel like anything else you’ve ever experienced. You talking thoroughly… I’m tal...

“If you think for a second a bullet in the lower leg will stop me from doing all the things to you that have replayed in my head nonstop over the last month, you’re sadly mistaken. I don’t scare easily. And, until you come to the realization that you want me as much as I want you, I will dedicate my life to hunting you like the lost treasure you are. I’ll kill everything that touches you. I will disturb every ounce of peace you think you have, and I will enjoy it.”

Men like Psalms deserved to have their dick sucked every day. Three times a day. For breakfast, lunch, and dinner. They deserved someone who promised to be home when they arrived with dinner on the stove and the children down for bed. They deserved security and stability. They deserved happiness and completion.

I suggest you kill me now, because I will not stop until you have everything you truly want from me. From this. From us.”

“You’re asking me to forget your existence as if it’s that fucking simple. You’re asking me to ignore the longing I see in those pretty, dark eyes of yours. You’re asking me to disregard the way my heart beats ferociously in my chest at the mere thought of you. You’re asking me to act as if tonight never happened… I was never inside of you… and you never told me you wanted more than that from me. The only way is through death, Rugger. That’s the only way, so end me now because these things I’m feeling aren’t going to go away. And, I won’t be able to rest at night knowing that you feel something, too. Take the shot.”

She wasn’t opposed to the idea of us. She was afraid of it. And, she’d spent her entire life avoiding it. But, that ended with me.

“If you thought you were going home to be alone tonight, then you’re sadly mistaken. You’re coming home with me.”

She was a beautiful mess. Chaotic poetry. A distressed canvas. Treasure from the ruins. And whether it had been made clear or not, she was mine. My beautiful mess. My chaotic poetry. My distressed canvas. My treasure from the ruins.

“The best part about your story is the fact that you don’t need saving. You need to be sucked and fucked and favored. And, I’m here to give you just that. No questions asked. No holding back. No fear, baby. Just feelings.”

Even when I finally had her, I’d keep pursuing her. Because women with pussy this good, you pursued until you could no longer clean your own ass, put on your own clothes, or remember your own name.

“It… it hurts so good. It hurts for you. It longs for you. It waits for you. It beats for you. It listens for you. It craves you. It–”

“You keep falling, Gazelle. And, I catch you. Every time. Every year. Every month. Every week. Every day. Every hour. Every second. I catch you. Over and over and over again. You understand me?”

“Your presence is worth more than any purchase I’ve made, wrapped, and put under that tree. I just want to contribute to your collection of things your man has gotten you. You know, give you a reason to think about me every time you put one of those bags on your shoulders. One of those coats on your back.

“One of those weapons in your hands. One of those holsters around your thigh. A pair of those shoes on your feet. I’ve entered my season of giving. I need nothing in return but your presence so I can give good dick, good head, good money, good advice, good food, good experiences, good gifts, and many good years to come. You understand?”

“You’re no fragile being. You’re solid. You’re hyper-independent. You’re a leader. You’re an alpha-woman. You don’t wait for things to happen for you or to you. You make things happen. You move mountains. You part seas. And, the world respects you because of it. But, baby, there comes a time– a time when a man enters a woman’s world and quickly asserts himself, letting her know that she can relax.

“She can trade her solidness for softness. Her independence for dependency. Her leadership for submission. That man will switch her survival mode to the subtle mode so she can do less, speak less, know less, work less, think less, and be less than she’s been for everything and anything else. “So she can be more to him, more for him because that’s all he truly needs from her. He needs her to show up whole and not beaten up by the world and all else that comes with being a woman.

“Your time has come, Rugger. And, it doesn’t matter how much you fight it, you won’t win this one. You can’t shoot this one. You can’t kill this one. It doesn’t matter how well you’re trained or how good your instincts are. Bow out gracefully, b...

That’s her. I realized. That’s my wife.

“I love you,” he breathed out, “I love you deep. Wide. Left. Right. All the fucking way around. More than I’ve loved anything or anyone.”