AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I thrust inside her once, twice, and then I came.
The pleasure ripped through every part of my body, overwhelming me.
I groaned out loud, the sound guttural and animalistic.
I still had my hand wrapped around her neck, and I squeezed, the pleasure of her orgasm making my cock twitch.
The forest around us disappeared into the background. The only thing that existed for me was her.
She was mine now.
She had to be.
I was never letting her go.
I pulled my cock out of her, watching her body shudder. Her pussy used and open, wet and sticky.
And just as quickly as I emerged from the shadows, I returned to them.
Leaving her alone.
Lesson learned.
Chapter 19
Storee
“Put the black dress you got in your basket on and be ready in thirty minutes,” Locke said on the other end of the phone.
The fact that he knew I’d received a black dress in my basket this morning told me all I needed to know.
Locke knew I had done The Hunt, and there would be hell to pay.
Of course he’d know what was in my basket and the gifts I received. He oversaw The Hunt. I was pretty sure there was very little he didn’t know about what occurred during the event.
“We’re going to Ghost Pines tonight,” he added.
“Tonight?”
He had mentioned us going, but it was still too soon. And did he really plan on lecturing me at the fanciest restaurant on the island?
“I’ll pick you up in thirty,” he said before hanging up the phone.
As soon as Locke hung up on me, I paced back and forth in my room. I knew I was in deep trouble. It wasn’t as if I thought I’d be able to keep it a secret from Locke. The reality was that deep down, I think I knew he’d find out. Maybe I was testing him. Pushing him. But why?
I slipped the black dress over my head. The fabric clung to my curves, the neckline plunging low enough to reveal the swell of my breasts. Since he clearly knew of my gifts, I decided finally to wear the diamond necklace I’d received in my first basket. Ghost Pines was so freaking fancy, at least I’d look the part and maybe I wouldn’t be called out for being an imposter.
This wasn’t how I thought I’d be spending my evening. I had blown off work at the docks today to recover from last night. The money and jewels from my basket helped ease my guilt about taking a sick day. I had an evening of binge-watching TV and popcorn ahead of me. Not this. But classic Locke Hartwell. When he demanded something, you did it.
Thirty minutes later, I was ready and waiting outside my cottage when his sleek black car pulled up to the curb. The door opened, and Locke emerged, dressed in a sharp suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and chiseled torso.
His piercing brown eyes scanned me from head to toe before finally settling on my face. “You look beautiful,” he said, his voice melting my nervousness slightly.
I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. I had messed up, and I knew it. “I know you didn’t want me to do The Hunt,” I muttered, looking down at the ground, deciding to cut straight to the chase. “But—”
Locke’s expression remained unchanged. “We’ll discuss it at dinner,” he said, offering me his arm.
The drive to Ghost Pines was silent, the only sound the hum of the car’s engine. As we pulled up to the valet, I felt a knot form in my stomach. Locke stepped out of the car, his hand extended to help me out. I took it reluctantly, feeling the cool touch of his skin against mine.
