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And the truth of the matter was that part of my black soul didn’t have any regrets. I fucking should have. I should. But I had dreamed of what had happened tonight.
I’d dreamed of Storee’s sexy body. I’d dreamed of her scent. Her sounds. Her touch.
I dreamed of her warmth. Her hotness. Her tightness. Her wetness. Her moans. The list went on and on…
But it wasn’t supposed to happen like it did.
Not The Hunt. Not where I was the hunter and she the prey.
And then when it was all over, I’d just left her there. Alone in the dirt.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, picking up my mask.
I spun on my heel and stormed back to her cottage. I had to make sure she got home safely. I had to watch from afar like I did every night, but this time was even more important because she had been in danger because of me.
Me.
My chest rose and fell with each step.
I was angry. Incensed. Out of control.
My hands shook.
I was the beast behind the bone mask in every way.
I was truly one of the Heathens that made up this island.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
I was supposed to be her protector. I was supposed to be her savior. I was supposed to keep her away from the monsters, not deliver her to one.
But she’d put the red light on. She’d given me no choice. If it hadn’t been me, it would have been someone else. I couldn’t let that happen. She had given me no choice—
Fuck that.
I hadn’t had to actually have sex with her. I could have just chased her and scared her enough to make sure she’d never want to be part of The Hunt again. I hadn’t had to be weak and actually act like a beast.
But I did…
When I arrived at her cottage, I stood in the shadows and watched. The lights were all off. Everything was dark, but there was movement in the house.
I wanted to make sure she was okay. To make sure she was safe. I wanted to see her face, but I didn’t have the strength to walk across the street. Nor did I have the strength to go closer and tell her the truth.
That the masked man she’d fucked tonight was me.
She surprised me when she opened the door.
Her hair was tangled. Her mouth was swollen. Her eyes were red and puffy. And she was so fucking dirty.
Storee still had on her white nightgown, but it was torn. The right strap was completely ripped away. The hem revealed her thighs and the front was exposed so that I could see her breasts. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to look away but couldn’t.
She glanced up at the moon, out at the sea, and then scanned her surroundings as if searching for another glimpse of her hunter.
She then looked up at the red light bulb on her porch and paused.
I wanted her to take it out and crush it into a million pieces, but she didn’t.
Fine. I’d do it for her because this night would never happen again. I was going to make damn sure of it.
