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“There was someone else talking first, right? Someone a lot less irritating than you?” God, I should hang up. I really need to hang up. “Where’d you go, other friend?” Fuck. He’s talking to me.
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“I already said I was sorry,” I say again, slowly this time. “I can’t give you anything else. Sorry, my friend is an idiot. Sorry, I let her push me into calling you.” Even though it had been her to dial the number from her list. “I think you want attention,” the man goes on, like I hadn’t been trying to dismiss this or explain my actions away. “Is that it, little rabbit? You’re looking for the kind of attention your friends won’t give you?” “No.” I force my words to remain flat. “Honestly? I’m just looking to go to bed soon.” “Well, that’s pretty disappointing. And I don’t believe you. I’ll
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“Kai.” My preferred nickname comes out of my mouth as a breathy whisper, though I have no idea why I’m telling him. His head tilts almost adorably, though I can’t see his eyes behind the mask. “What?” he asks, voice less menacing and more curious than before. His grip loosens, just a little, and I falter with a slow exhale. “I hate it when people call me Kaira. It’s what my parents call me and…” I trail off when I realize I’m rambling, and I press my lips together until it stings and reminds me just how chapped my lips are. “Kai,” I repeat.
kai
“Huxley,” he interrupts, and for a moment I have no idea what he’s said. “And yeah, Kai, I heard you. But if you’re going to call me anything, you can use my name.” “That’s a stupid name,” I huff after a moment, twisting my hands in his grip. “Who the fuck names their kid Huxley?” “Probably the same kind of parents that name a kid Kaira,” he’s quick to respond. “And like you, I’ve got a nickname. You can call me Huxley, or”—he splays the fingers of his free hand against my stomach and curls them against my skin—“you can call me Hux.
Huxley
“Want me to be your wolf, little bunny? I’ll gladly close my jaws around this pretty throat and remind you that you’re prey. Oh, fuck—” He thrusts hard into me again. “We’re into some dark shit, aren’t we, Kai?” I can’t answer. I’m barely even awake. All I can feel is his cock sliding into me, stretching me perfectly, and the way his fingers dig into my throat. “You little fucked up thing. Drugged out of your mind and you still want this. You want me to be your predator. To ruin you, to tear out your throat with my teeth.” He leans down to click his teeth together near my face. “That’s it.
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“When I let go of you, you’re going to pull out your phone and text your friends. You’re going to tell them they aren’t your responsibility tonight. That you’re going home with someone. Tell them whatever it takes to make sure they don’t worry. Then you’re going to follow me to my truck, and I’m going to take you home.” When he finally lets go, I can’t help but nip at his thumb in a way that makes his eyes flash with something both pleased and dangerous. “And then what?” I can’t stop myself from asking. Hux’s scarred lips twist into a grin and he leans forward to brush his lips to mine. “And
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“I’m going to make you regret being so fucking addicting.”
Yes please.
He kisses me hard and fast. His hands find my elbows, and Huxley grips me to him. “Oh, pretty girl,” he purrs sweetly, possessively. “Darling, perfect Kai. You really are something, you know that? All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll make them so sorry for how they make you feel. I’d kill them for you.” He licks over my lower lip, before nipping.
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“Good girl,” he tells me darkly. “That’s my good, fucking, little bunny.”
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“It’s okay,” he croons in my ear. “It’s okay, little bunny. I’ve got you. And I’ve got what you need. You need me.” He bites down on my shoulder, driving into me harshly once, then again, before evening out his rhythm once more. “You’ll never have to look for someone to breed your pretty, greedy pussy ever again. You know why?” “Because—” “Because I’m going to fucking ruin every inch of you, inside and out, for anyone other than me.”
May be too late already.
“You’re so good, and you’re so perfect. But more importantly?” His lips skim my face, and when he pulls my knee between his, I realize I can’t go anywhere, even if I want to. “You’re all mine, little bunny. No matter if I want to love you, devour you, or ruin you. You’re mine to do with as I please.”
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He scoffs as he nuzzles my jaw, and I finally look up at him with narrowed eyes just as he leans upward just a little bit. It’s unfair just how gorgeous he is, and I sigh internally. Even if he is a serial killer with a stash of sedatives, Huxley really is just so damn perfect.
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It must be the right question, because his grin turns wolfish at the word. “Because you’re mine. And I like to believe you were always going to be mine. Whether it was going to be like this, or chained up in my basement until I could convince you to like me.” I swallow hard, but he doesn’t let go. Doesn’t break eye contact while I fumble for words. “That’s maybe not as romantic as you think it is,” I finally manage to whisper. But his grin only widens, and he tilts his head to one side. “Are you sure about that?”
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