Page 27 of Hunted for Halloween
“I can clean myself up.” She grumbles, clenching her thighs shut.
“I'm the one who fucked you and pumped you full of my cum, so I'm the one who gets to clean you up.” I say without remorse, bunching her dress up and wiping the space between her thighs clean.
I toss the tissue in the bin, and tuck myself in. “Come here,” I pull her onto my lap again, kissing her.
“Christian…” She whines in between moans.
“Reed will drive you home, and Lance will escort you.” I tell her. Her eyes shift between softness and rebellion but she doesn't protest because she knows it's not a fight she'll win.
“Fine,” she rolls her eyes, getting off my lap. Her brows furrow in confusion when she sees that I'm rising to my feet and following her. “What are you doing?” she arches her brow at me.
“Escorting you downstairs.” I answer without batting an eyelid.
“Yeah, right. Like I'll allow you to step out of this office with me. Your workers are trooping in and out of the lobby, Christian. Do you even care about us getting caught or suspected?” she folds her arms under her breasts, propping them up as an adorable frown mounts on her face.
“You are not leaving this office without me.” I maintain stubbornly.
She glares at me intently, different emotions warring in her eyes, but then, she huffs and spins around. “Keep distancebetween us and keep your hands to yourself!” she practically snaps at me, storming out of my office.
I grit my teeth, striding after her. It's the most brutal form of torture watching her saunter off to the elevators without being able to hold her. My hands ball into fists beside me, my workers greetings blurring into oblivion as I approach the elevator.
She punches in the digits of the first floor and the door is almost sliding closed when I push my way through. Her eyes bulge slightly like a deer caught in headlights when I march into the confined space.
“There's only so much of your bratty behavior I can take, Pumpkin.” I eat up the distance between us, pressing her tiny frame against the wall. My rough voice coils in the air, heightening the tension that's quick to settle between us.
She gasps, pressing her palms against the surface behind her. Her eyes widen with want, those full, plump lips parting like I didn't just fuck her brains out a few minutes ago. Aurora and I are both plagued with the same addiction. We can't get enough of each other.
My head dips downwards, and I grab onto both her legs, lifting her against the wall. I fuse my body with her small one, eliciting a moan from her.
“What are you going to do about it?” She dares me like the spoiled little brat she is.
My gaze dims and my mouth comes down on hers, hot, wet, and needy. She pushes at my chest, arching her back off the wall to press her tiny body into me. Her soft moan expels from her throat, hanging thickly in the air like a sensual lullaby. That intoxicating taste that's uniquely hers merges with her dizzying scent, and strains my cock against my pants so hard that all I care about is pounding her against the wall of this elevator.
As the urge to undo my fly coils around my throat, the elevator dings open, causing us to break apart. I let out a frustrated groan.
“Dad?”
Aurora's strained, terrified whisper fills the air. Before I can make sense of what's going on, I'm being yanked off her and shoved out of the elevator, my back slamming against the nearest wall.
A strong fist collides harshly with my jaw.
A familiar feminine shriek resounds through the lobby, harsh, grating and thick with horror. In a flash, my eyes clash with raging dark blue ones through colorless glasses.
“Jona—”
Another punch crushes my cheekbone, eliciting a groan from me.
“Dad, please!”
Jonathan seizes me by my collar, pressing his rigid frame against mine. “What the fuck, Christian?!” he bellows, the sound echoing through the lobby in raging waves.
A collective gasp rings through the air when he lands a punch on my face again, blood exploding from my lips. A rough groan unfurls from my lips, accompanied by a violent cough as I push at his chest, shoving him backwards.
“Calm the fuck down, Jonathan! I can explain!” I wheeze, stepping backwards.
My best friend marches towards me in monstrous strides and I double backwards, toppling on a flower vase that sends me crashing to the floor when his angry fist connects with my face again. I'm certain I heard a crunch at the side of my face. The moment I drop to the floor with a thud, his frame collapses on mine. He yanks me to him by my collar, raining blows on my face.
“SOMEONE STOP THEM!”
