Moments of Malevolence (The Hunters Book 1)

THE OTHER NIGHT I had the best night’s sleep imaginable using Zuko as my pillow.

He’s tried calling me, but not me. He’s been calling Sage—the other me. He doesn’t have my private number, and I’m not sure I want to tell him that we are the same person.

I like him not knowing.

I like that I have that part of him that he doesn’t realize he is giving away.

Not that he gives away too much, but still, having that small part is pretty awesome.

Upon walking out of my apartment, I lock the door behind me. I’m going to the corner store, where I plan to buy chocolate ice cream—a lot of it—and then return home to sit on the couch and watch horror movies and enjoy my night off.

“Alaska.” I stop dead in my tracks, keys in hand, as that voice comes from beside me. “Do you plan to face me?”

“How did you find where I live?” I ask, turning to him. I hate that his features are highlighted under the moonlight and that he is so incredibly fucking sexy.

“I hunt, Alaska.”

“Are you hunting me?”

“No, but I’m good at finding people.”

“Okay then…” I trail off, dangling my keys in my hand, not really having any idea what to say to that.

“It’s my brothers’ birthday,” he tells me. “They have a party happening right now. Would you care to attend?”

My mouth thins as I stare at him with my brows pulled together in confusion. It’s a little last minute wouldn’t you say? Your other date fall through?”

“Come to the party, Alaska.”

“Why?”

“Because I invited you.” He says those words like it should be obvious to me.

“What do I get out of it?”

“Where were you about to go?” he inquires, motioning to the keys in my hand.

I glance down at them and reply, “Ice cream.”

“I’ll buy you some on the way.” He steps closer and reaches for my hand, pulling me to him, so our bodies crash into each other. “I’ll buy you whatever the fuck you want if it means I get to fuck you again.”

“Does it turn you on, buying me things?” I ask, feeling his taut body against mine.

“No, you turn me on. There’s a big difference.”

I reach down and slide my hands between us, so I can feel his cock. It bounces when I palm it and I can feel it’s already semi-hard through his pants. I take a step back and drop my hand. He chuckles under his breath as he turns and moves toward his car.

“Just so you know, there are a bunch of strippers and whores at the party, so don’t be surprised,” he warns, opening the passenger door for me.

“So why are you here with me when you could be there fucking whoever the fuck you want?” I reach the car and grip the edge of the door, peering at him over the glass.

He reaches forward, touches my chin, and grips it hard. “It’s you I want to fuck. Haven’t we established this fact already?”

I scoff, pull away, and get into his car.

Zuko shuts the door behind me, then strides around to the driver’s side. When he’s seated, he starts the car and says my name. I turn my head in his direction and watch as he undoes his belt and slides his hard cock out, then his hand grips it tight as he strokes. “See, all for you!” He growls out the words. His hips jerking as his breath rushes out his mouth.

A sly grin spreads over his face as he pulls out of the spot and heads to the party, his cock still out and standing tall.

What the actual fuck?

I can’t stop staring.

It stays hard, and at some point, during the drive, I reach over and touch it.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” he asks, eyes remaining firmly on the road ahead of us. My hand squeezes around him. “Last time we fucked, I was gentle, but I can’t promise that again.”

“What do you plan to do to me?” I ask, placing my hand back in my lap.

We pull to a stop, and I pay attention to my surroundings for the first time since we got on the road. In front of me is a mansion with expensive cars parked everywhere. Women—some with no tops on—are dancing on the green, manicured lawn. The double front doors are wide open, and as I open my car door, I hear the heavy beat of loud music ring through my ears.

“I wonder if I will make you run again,” Zuko muses.

“You’ll only chase me,” I reply over my shoulder.

He chuckles, and I love the sound of his deep rumble.

“Yes, I think I will.”

I move forward, not caring that it’s not my party and that I probably won’t know a single person there. Walking past the two topless girls, I can’t figure out if I’m overdressed or underdressed in my dark skinny jeans and black tee. I check over my shoulder to see if Zuko is watching them but he doesn’t even glance their way because his eyes are firmly on my ass. I continue until I see one of his brothers—the more bubbly, talkative one—on the table, dancing with three women around him.

“I thought they were twins. Isn’t this a party for both of them?” I ask Zuko as he comes up behind me.

“Kenzo doesn’t like to party,” he replies, placing his hand on my ass. I step away from his touch and head out back. There, I find his other brother sitting on the edge of the pool with an older man next to him. They both glance my way as Zuko comes to stand next to me.

“Happy birthday,” I say to his brother.

“Who invited you?”

I flick my thumb to the side and point to Zuko.

He nods and throws out a “thanks” as the older man next to him studies me. He isn’t old, but he is older than the three of them. Where Zuko appears to be in his mid-thirties, and the twins possibly late twenties or even early thirties, the other guy looks to be in his late forties, maybe even fifties, with salt and pepper hair and white beard. He stares at me as if I’m a threat, not a plaything. Okay, that’s a little odd. Who is this guy?

I can’t recall ever having a man stare at me like that before. I can’t say I like it.

“This is Pops,” Zuko says, nodding to the man.

Old Guy nods his greeting, and his attention is quickly diverted by a woman in an incredibly short red dress and bright-red heels stepping up behind him and tapping his shoulder.

“You better not be looking,” she warns as she throws her hair over her shoulder.

Kenzo shakes his head and turns back to us.

I hear two girls giggle in the pool, and on closer inspection, they are naked. “Do you swim, Alaska?” Kenzo asks, and they all look at me.

“Sure.”

Kenzo peels his shirt off, exposing a tattooed torso. Unlike his brother Kyson, who is clean, he’s covered almost completely in ink. After removing his pants, he slides into the pool, and the two women start to giggle. “You have to be naked to enter this pool.” He winks at me.

A girl steps out and grabs hold of Zuko’s shoulder, leaning up and whispering something in his ear. He doesn’t seem to really be listening as his eyes search mine before they flick to his brother. I shrug off my shirt and shimmy my jeans down in one smooth move, then kick off my shoes as I make my way toward the water. Stopping at the edge of the pool, I pull my underwear down my legs and leave them at the edge before I climb in. Turning around I lock eyes with Kenzo.

“Happy?” I ask.

“Yes, very much so.”

Just as I’m getting used to the water, I feel a hand wrap around my arm and tug me backward. Zuko’s narrowed eyes and red face stare back at me in anger as he reaches for me and lifts me—as if I weigh nothing—out of the pool. He instantly removes his shirt and pulls it over my head, Enveloping me in his heady scent. I go to speak, but he lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder, covering my ass with his hand as he stalks away.

“Bye, boys. It was nice meeting you, Pops, and seeing you again, Kenzo,” I yell out.

I hear Zuko groan as we enter the house. At first, I think he’s going to take me home, but instead, he moves to the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Kyson asks. At least it sounds like Kyson because I can’t really tell since I’m upside down and facing Zuko’s back.

“Going to fuck some sense into her,” Zuko grits out as he grips my ass harder.

“Ha, good luck.” Yeah, it’s definitely Kyson. “Hi, Alaska, don’t die.” Kyson chuckles, and I roll my eyes as Zuko heads up the stairs. We enter a darkened room, and I can hardly see anything, but when he puts me down, I know it’s a bed under me.

As soon as his hands are empty, he reaches for his shirt that I am wearing and pulls it off over my head, before discarding it. I can just make out his shape as I hear him remove his pants and drop them to the floor. I crawl to the edge of the mattress and reach up to touch him.

“Do you have any kinks?” he asks, his hand finding my breast, massaging it before he squeezes the nipple and continues his journey down my body.

“Me? Um… I like to come.”

“Yes, that’s something I have helped you achieve already.” His voice sounds smug and somewhat condescending, but all it does is make me smirk.

“Yes. So if you could do that again…” I trail off as his hand stops on my pussy.

“You shouldn’t have shown them.” The words growled, and there’s a tone that demands attention.

“Shown them what?”

“Your body.”

“Why? Afraid they will like what they see?” I taunt.

“Afraid I’ll have to kill my brother if he mentions what he saw. Or Pops. You can do what you want, but I’d prefer not to kill my family.”

“So, you’re saying if I got naked in another pool, you would be okay with that as long as your family isn’t there?” I sass.

He smacks my pussy, and I yelp. He pulls me back to him, leans down, and kisses my cheek. “That would be fine. I’d happily kill them.”

I can’t help but huff out a soft laugh at his words.

“I have a kink,” he states. “It involves your breathing.”

His mouth is now in front of mine, and I can feel his breath tickle my face. I’ve heard of breath play, which usually involves choking, and I’m down for a bit of choking if it gets me off. I hear the crinkle of a wrapper as one hand works sliding it on.

I move my hand down until I reach his hard cock. Fuck, has it been hard since the moment we got in the car? I lift myself up and grip his shoulders before I wrap my legs around him, and he holds me still so we don’t fall.

“You can play with me, just no knives.”

“Are you sure?” he asks. “No running this time.”

“No running,” I confirm as I take him inside me.

Zuko grunts as he enters me but lets me do all the work. I slide myself up and down his length over and over, up and down, until he takes over, picking up the pace.

I like giving into his power.

What he does to me.

Zuko lays me back on the bed, and my hands find the sheets, clutching them tight. He holds on to my hips and switches things up. He begins to thrust in and out ever so slowly, torturing me with pleasure. My muscles tense with rapture and I’m lost in him. He pulls out, grips my waist, and flips me over. I moan at the loss of his fullness, but he pulls my ass back so it’s in the air before he grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head off the mattress. I moan as his cock rubs along the outside of my pussy but doesn’t slide back in. Then I hear a crinkling noise, but it’s not the same sound as a condom wrapper.

“No running, and don’t freak out,” he says.

“Okay,” I whisper. And before I even know what’s happening, something is pulled over my head and then gripped around my neck as he slides straight into me. I drop to my elbows, my hands reaching for what’s covering my face and tearing at it.

He pumps in and out, one hand holding whatever it is and the other reaching between me and playing with my clit. He fucks me while I struggle to breathe, my fingers fumbling at what seems to be plastic.

And then I’m groaning as I come.

How the hell did I just come?

I feel it all over my body, but I can hardly breathe.

Oh. My. God.

Just as I start to freak the fuck out, whatever is on my face and neck is lifted away, and I’m flipped over as something warm touches my clit. His mouth is now on me, tasting and licking me in extremely slow movements. His finger slips inside, and in a few strokes, I come even harder than I could possibly imagine.

What was that?

How was that?

I can’t…

A light flicks on, and I find him smirking as he gazes down at me, his cock still semi-hard, appearing like it could go another round.

Next to me is a plastic bag.

I grind my teeth as I glare at him for fucking me with a plastic bag over my damn head.

What the actual fuck!