Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2)

by H.D. Carlton

“Your pussy is a delicacy, baby, and I could eat it forever and never grow tired of the taste of you. Is that refined enough?” A flush crawls up my neck, burning a path to my cheeks, while my mouth opens in shock. I’m entirely embarrassed by the traitorous squeak that breaks free from my throat, only causing my cheeks to grow hotter. He chuckles, then he’s out of the car in the next blink. I glance around, trying to locate where my heart fell out of my ass. Surely that’s the only explanation of why I feel so empty now that he’s gone. Or the asshole took it with him. I sigh. That’s definitely what happened.

“I hope they’re happy,” I murmur. When Zade looks at me curiously, I nod towards the individual in the purple dress. “This world can be so cruel. So, I hope they’re happy.” Zade is quiet for a beat. “Happiness is fleeting. All that matters is that they’re living their life the way they want to.” “You believe that?” I ask, facing him. “That happiness is fleeting?” He shrugs, tossing the last bite of his cone into his mouth, and chews as he contemplates something. “Absolutely,” he says finally. “It’s not something solid you can hold on to. It’s vapor in the wind, and all you can do is inhale it when it’s near and hope it comes around again when it blows away.”

“Come on, baby, that’s not what you were calling me when you were screa—” “Shut up, or I’ll start screaming other men’s names and I promise I don’t need your dick anywhere near me to do it.” Challenge sparks in his eyes, signaling that this conversation is quickly taking a nosedive. “You really want to cause mass extinction for those names? Moan them, little mouse, I dare you. Whichever ones you choose, not a single man by that name will fucking exist anymore. How about we start with Chad? We can definitely live without the Chads in the world.” My mouth pops open. “That is so… excessive.” He shrugs, turning to take the mac ‘n’ cheese out of the oven, “Doesn’t change a damn thing.”