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But of course he knew. How could he not?
I fidgeted in my seat, feeling exposed under his stare. I didn’t want to have this conversation, but I knew Locke well enough to know there was no getting out of it.
“I don’t know why I did it,” I confessed. “Curiosity, I suppose.”
“Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?”
“I know, I know,” I said, holding up my hands in surrender. “But I wanted to see what it was like. I wanted to experience it for myself.”
“And how was it?” he asked. “The experience?”
Before I could respond, our food arrived, and we both took a few bites, the tension between us still palpable. Finally, I spoke up, “It was intense.”
My pussy and ass were still sore from what happened to me last night, and yet… my body felt more alive than it ever had before.
Locke’s eyes darkened, and I could see the tension in his jaw. “Promise me you won’t do it again. I don’t want you to ever put that red light back on.”
I hesitated, feeling a twinge of rebellion rising within me. I didn’t want to be told what to do. I didn’t want to be… parented.
“I’m not a fragile little flower, Locke. I can handle myself. I know that may be hard for you to accept but—”
Locke cut me off, his voice hard and commanding. “I never said you were fragile. I won’t allow you to put yourself in danger like that again.”
I felt a surge of heat between my legs at his words. The possessiveness in his tone always did that to me.
“You put yourself in unnecessary danger,” he continued. “You don’t know the kind of people that are involved in The Hunt. You don’t know what they’re capable of.”
“There are rules to The Hunt,” I defended.
“Rules don’t apply to men who have broken them their entire lives. Remember that. These men are not all rule followers. Their wealth, their power all came because of that. Ruthlessness is the currency in my world.”
“I understand,” I said, feeling the weight of his concern. The same ruthlessness was what got my father killed. I wasn’t immune to ruthlessness.
Locke’s eyes softened a fraction, and he reached across the table to take my hand. “I just worry about you. You mean everything to me, and I don’t want anything to happen to you. I also don’t want to ever picture you running through the woods being chased by a man. It makes me homicidal. And unless you want to visit me twice a month for our lunch dates at the prison because I’m serving time for murder, grant me this one wish. No more hunts.”
I couldn’t hold in the laugh. “I see your point. I do.”
Locke’s expression relaxed slightly at my laugh, but his grip on my hand remained firm. “Good. I’ll always worry about you, you know that.”
I nodded.
“Then it’s settled,” he said. “Unless you want a repeat punishment like the one I gave you, you’ll stay away from The Hunt.”
The heat returned to my face at the mention of the spanking he had given me.
“I’ll be good,” I promised, biting my lower lip, hoping he didn’t notice that I wasn’t exactly saying I wouldn’t participate again.
The truth of the matter… I still wanted to.
Tonight. The weekend wasn’t over yet.
And I could barely wait.
But my ass didn’t have a death wish, so there was no way I was going to admit that while sitting across from him.
Seemingly satisfied with my answer, Locke grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Good. Now, let’s eat. I don’t want to talk about The Hunt anymore.”
Chapter 17
