Hunted for Halloween

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

AURORA

“ K eep him occupied. I'll be there soon.”

The cold, gruff voice stirs me awake. My eyes flutter open and I lazily run my hands up the space beside me, furrowing my brows when I can't feel a pile of muscles beneath my palms.

The space between my legs feels sensitive when I try to move them, my cheeks burning red. My eyes dart around the spacious bedroom as I push the comforter off my body, sitting up and running my fingers through my hair.

“Good morning,” Christian's husky voice greets me. I snap my head towards his muscular frame standing by the edge of the bed with a tie in his hands.

The morning sun hits his sharp, angular features, kissing his stubble and strong jawline with a golden glow. It bounces off his amber eyes, melting them into pools of deep honey. He looks gut wrenchingly handsome in his crisp white shirt.

I blush, a tingling sensation shooting straight to my core, despite how much it feels satiated from last night.

“Did you sleep well?” the corners of his lips lift in what I'll term a mocking smirk.

He knows what he did, and he's not being subtle about it. Ever since I declared that I'm not shying away from what's going on between us two weeks ago in my kitchen, Christian and I have fallen into a routine.

It’s maddening, intoxicating and consuming. Most days, I end up coming over to his place and no matter how stressed out he is about work, once he's inside me, he doesn't stop until I'm sore and writhing. The more he takes from me, the more he permanently etches himself into my life.

“Maybe I would have if someone wasn't so insatiable last night.” I fake being grumpy, huffing.

“You are not exactly innocent either, Pumpkin.” He slowly wraps his tie around his collar, his long, veiny fingers twisting it in place.

I push the comforter off my body completely, trudging towards him in silk white nightwear that leaves nothing to the imagination. The movement of his hands halts. His whiskey eyes are trained on me as I approach him. They rove every dip and contour of my body, darkening with every movement and his jaw ticks when his eyes rest on my cleavage.

My buds come alive, tightening into stiff peaks. He wraps a large, possessive arm around my waist, dwarfing me with his frame and pulling me against his chest when I get to his front.

“Let me help you with that.” My voice is soft and seductive. Calloused fingers ruffle the silk material of my nightie as I take the tie from his hands. “Who was that?” I try to strike a conversation to distract myself.

“It's just my assistant.” He sounds dismissive—not towards me, but to get me to drop it, so that he can focus on the object of his obsession. Me.

His eyes follow me like a hawk, making my fingers tremble as I finish knotting his tie. I suck in a sharp breath when his palm rides low, resting on my ass unapologetically.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his eyes lingering on my lips. He palms my ass in a rough squeeze and I want to fight back the moan until he spanks me. “And all mine,”

I moan. Hard.

The stinging sensation on my clothed ass creams my thighs with arousal. I stand on my tiptoes, rubbing my thighs together for friction.

Christian dips his head downwards and groans when his lips hit mine. I open up to him, placing my palms on his chest. My moan allows him to slip his tongue into my mouth, angling my head to the side and devouring me like he didn't fuck my brains out last night. Intimacy with Christian feels so new every time. It feels like he's just getting to know my body all over again, and it thrills me as much as it consumes me.

He wrenches his lips from mine, breathing heavily against my skin.

I stiffen against him, growing conscious when an idea pops up in my head.

“What is it, Pumpkin?” he caresses my cheek.

“I…I want to please you, daddy.” I stammer, unsure of what he's going to think.

Christian has always been the dominating one in bed. He loves being in control, and I love yielding to every one of his touches. I have never tried taking the mantle from him before, so I'm a little wary of what he'll think.

His eyes darken. “Fuck, baby.”

I take that as an affirmative, slowly pushing him backwards until he lands on the bed with a thud. I get atop him, straddling him with my knees pressing into the mattress.

My breasts, aching and begging for his attention, my arousal creaming his lap, my lips slightly parted and my breath ragged. It feels like I need him more than he needs me, but the curious, hungry look in his eyes edges me on.

“I'm all yours, Pumpkin. Take whatever you want.” He relinquishes control to me, his amber eyes locked on me, brimming with want and a hint of pride.

My lips slowly curve in a smirk and I shift backwards, sliding off him. I drop to my knees before him, my heart pounding in my chest because I'm a little nervous, and I don't know what he'll think of me pleasing him.

“Don't keep me waiting, Pumpkin. You want Daddy's cock? Take it out yourself.” He says with a daring edge in his dark, husky voice.

I grab onto his buckle with trembling hands. My fingers are so small, paling in comparison to his large body that crowds the space before me. It should scare me, but with Christian, ever since I have let go, fear feel like a myth because he makes me feel so safe, wanted and protected.

He watches me with dark, hungry eyes as I undo his fly, pulling down both his pants and boxer briefs. His cock springs out, deliciously thick, the tip glistening with precum. It makes my cheeks heat and my pussy drip with arousal that he's already so hard for me.

I wrap my hand around him, working the pre-cum around the shaft and he groans. It's sexy, deep-throated and raw. Nothing like I have ever heard before. I inch forward, slowly wrapping my mouth around the tip.

“Fuuuuuck.” He cusses, his large hand reaching for my hair and gathering the lush strands in his fist.

I don't take him all at once because he's so huge. He has been inside me more times than I can count since we have met, but his size still surprises me every time. I take him between my lips inch by inch, moaning softly at how good he fills up my mouth.

“Good girl. Take it all in. Just like that, Pumpkin. Take all of daddy's cock.” He tightens his fist around my hair with a groan.

Once I adjusted to having him in my mouth, I began moving. I tease the tip with my tongue, running it along the sides and taking him in again. I bob my head up and down, my arousal growing, smearing my thighs and leaving a patch on my nightie. My buds are stiff and needy. It makes me want to reach for them and tug at them, but I prioritize his pleasure because I want to please him so badly.

My chest swells with pride and I push more of him down my throat like his docile, dirty little doll. Strings of cuss words leave his lips as I work him at my pace, looking up at him from beneath my lashes.

“Fuck, you should see how beautiful you look taking my cock right now.” His voice is low, but deep with an edge that mirrors the tightening of his muscles beneath my touch.

I hum, getting wetter between my legs. I love being taken without remorse and handled ruthlessly by Christian, but what I love more is seeing him so vulnerable and needy, all because I'm sucking him off. It places me in a spot with an advantage, filling me with the need to ruin him with my mouth and make him writhe the way he always does to me.

I suck him all the way back to the tip, teasing him like I want to release him with a pop before taking him all the way in again.

“Damnit, Aurora. That feels so fucking good!” his voice comes out strangled and hoarse.

He tugs at my hair, the stinging sensation on my scalp shooting straight to my core and breasts. It flames me up with heat, burning me up with need to take it up a notch and drive him even more crazy.

My mouth is stuffed and tears begin welling up in my eyes when I take him all the way to the hilt, triggering my gag reflex. I whimper, wanting to stroke my folds because of how my cunt throbs with need.

“You are so wet, aren't you?” his eyes drift downwards to meet mine, gleaming with a dark dominance as I bob my head harder, quickening my pace.

A moan rips from my throat in response.

“Such a dirty girl.” He rasps, the degrading words amplifying my arousal until I'm a wanton mess beneath him. “Just like that, Pumpkin. Keep going like that. Fuck.”

Tears stream down my cheeks, my eyelids fluttering as my lashes stick to my wet cheeks. I don't look away from him. I keep my eyes on him the whole time, watching him break beneath my touch.

“Fuck, Aurora. You are going to make me come down your throat if you keep looking at me like that. But you'll love that, won't you? You want daddy to fill up your throat with his cum? Are you going to swallow every fucking drop like his greedy little whore that you are?”

Fuck. Yes. I want it. All of it. I moan.

A guttural groan rips from his chest as he spills his load into my mouth, the drops lingering around my lips mixing with my drool.

I release a strained, weak whimper, gulping down all of him like it's my life line. His cock slips from my mouth with a pop and he leans in to gather the leftover drops, pushing them into my mouth.

I suck it off his fingers, moaning softly.

“You look so thoroughly taken by Daddy.” He murmurs, satisfied at how needy I look.

I part my lips, still craving for more of him. He senses that and pulls me onto his lap. My nightwear bunches up in the process and all I want to do is to sink down his length when his ringtone pierces through the air.

“Damnit,” he groans against my lips, grabbing onto my waist.

I sigh, frustrated, looking over my shoulder to glare at the phone. I kiss him softly on the lips. “You need to go.”

“We'll be quick. I promise.” He murmurs, his soft tone almost convincing as I kiss his nose, giggling.

“It can wait.” I grin, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He sucks his teeth in annoyance. “I'm going to fucking murder Calvin.”

His body eases into my touch when I kiss him on the forehead, running my palms around his ripped, muscular frame.

“Can I ask you something?” he whispers.

I lean back a little, meeting his gaze. “Anything, Christian. You can ask me anything.” I cup his face tenderly.

“Will you go out with me to dinner tonight?” he rasps.

My cheeks scorch with heat, my eyes widening softly. “Christian…” I trail off, biting my lip.

“Don't say you can't. Just tell me you'll think about it.” He counters whatever argument he sees coming.

I smile. “I wasn't going to say no. I'd love to go out to dinner with you, baby.”

“ C hristian,” I glance around the fine dining restaurant as he places his palm on the small of my back, leading me to our seats. “Isn't this a little too much?” I ask, worried, stopping to meet his gaze.

His gaze softens, and he pecks me softly on the lips. “When it comes to you, nothing is too much. It's just dinner, Pumpkin. It's not a big deal.” He casually dismisses my fuss.

“You rented out the entire space!” I exclaim, smacking his chest. His head tips back, a rumbling laughter ripping from his throat. The sight enthralls me for a moment, but I quickly collect myself.

His hands dip below my waist, resting on my ass. “I meant it when I said I'd do anything for you.” His voice drops to a whisper, his eyes twinkling with a mix of adoration and devotion.

I wrap my arms around his neck, claiming his lips in a soft kiss. He responds with a groan, grabbing a fistful of my ass, ruffling my metallic silk dress in the process. I take that as my cue to pull away, giggling softly.

“You promised to keep your hands to yourself tonight. We aren’t even to our table yet and you are already breaking that promise. Not a man of your word, Mr. Carson?” I tilt my head to the side, my voice seductive.

“I wasn't in my right senses when I agreed to that.” He grinds his jaw, dissatisfaction crossing his strong features. “How am I supposed to keep my hands off you when you look like this?” he murmurs, trailing his fingers up my spine.

I suppress a shiver, biting down on my lip.

There's nothing particularly modest about my appearance. Not the metallic gold silk dress that pools to my feet and clings to my curves, paired with a matching clutch and fuck-me heels. My hair is swept up in a neat ponytail, augmenting my delicate features that are caked in light makeup and bold red lipstick.

“Restraint,” I grin. “Come on,” I hook my arm around his and he leads us to a table in the heart of the spacious dining space.

The fine dining space is a burst of black, ivory and gold, exuding luxury and opulence at a glance with it's ivory walls and table cloths, plush leather chairs and intricate golden designs. The lighting gives it a soft, inviting ambience, casting a vibrant golden glow onto the space.

Christian pulls out the chair, and tucks me in gently when I take my seat. He slips into the seat opposite me, my eyes following the ripping movement of his muscles in his crisp white shirt that's tucked in black tailored slacks. Heat unfurls in my abdomen, pooling between my legs and causing me to rub my thighs together.

“Cat got your tongue, Pumpkin?” he smirks.

“I wasn't staring.” I deny, fighting back the scorching sensation searing my cheeks. I pick up the menu lying on the table to distract myself.

“See anything you like on the menu aside from having my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours?” he casually asks and I'd have choked if I had something in my mouth.

My eyes go wide. “Christian!”

“I was just asking you a question, Pumpkin. There's no need to get all flustered.” He grins, raising his hand to beckon who I presume to be the waiter. He leans back into his seat casually, like he didn't just say that with a straight face.

I slam the menu shut, my cheeks burning hot, my arousal smearing my thighs. Now I'm really regretting not wearing any underwear.

“Good evening, sir and ma’am.” The waiter beat me to it before I could say something. I fake glare at Christian, huff and look over my shoulder, smiling sweetly at the lean masculine figure draped in black slacks and a button up shirt.

“Good evening,” I say to the male sporting a welcoming smile on his face.

His smile deepens. “Welcome to The Gourmet. I'm Kyle, your waiter for tonight. What would you like to have?”

“Um…” I pick up the menu again, my eyes fleetingly catching Christian's burning gaze. “I’ll have the grilled lamb chops drizzled with some sauce, paired with herb mash and roasted vegetables.” I flash him a polite smile, watching him jot my order onto his jotting pad.

“What about you sir?” Our gazes are both directed towards Christian, the rage flickering his now-darkened amber eyes making my breath catch.

“I'll have the same my girl is having and a bottle of your most expensive champagne.” He practically grits out his words, laying a possessive emphasis on those two words—my girl.

As much as it makes my cheeks burn, my tummy twists with an unfamiliar emotion. It keeps me on edge because it dawns on me that I don't know what Christian and I are.

We have both been going with the flow. But deep down, I know the problem lies more with me than it does with him. Left to him, he’d tattoo his name on my skin to show off to the world that I belong to him, and I, on the other hand, am content with living in the moment.

“Leave.” Christian seethes, his dark voice bringing me back to reality.

The waiter scrambles off to get our meal. I look over my shoulder sharply and turn back to him with a glowering look.

“Can you dial down the caveman behavior?” I say through my teeth.

“He was eye-fucking you, Aurora. I don't take kindly to other men looking at what's mine. I already told you that reasoning is off the cards when it comes to you.” His hands ball into fists on the table, his muscular body tense and unmoving.

“You can't control other people's thoughts.” I return sharply, frustrated.

“But I can gouge their eyes out for staring at what's mine.” He casually responds, leveling me a heated stare that makes me want to hide inside my skin.

“Christian!”

“Are you ashamed of me?” whiskey eyes narrow on me in slits, tingling with hurt that he tries to keep buried.

“What? How can you even say that?” I ask, exasperated, also hating that the question strikes me like a whiplash. I have been clinging to the safe zone, and this question seems like a way to yank me out of it. “I-I am not ashamed of you. I don't even know what we are or what this thing between us is…” I swallow thickly.

“Get up,” he ordered me, his voice rough. I blink, my lips parting slightly in shock. “Get your ass off that chair, Aurora. Now.”

I suck in a deep breath, rising to my feet with a thudding heart.

“Christian, we are in a restaurant.” I try to reason with him.

“I don't care,” he deadpans. “I rented out the entire space with my money just for my woman and me, so I can damn well do whatever I please. On my lap. Now. I don't want to say it again, Aurora.”

My pussy throbs greedily, my stiff buds straining against my dress, my skin tingling with need as I approach him. He pulls me down on his lap without warning and I gasp.

I grab onto his shoulders for support, looking down at him as he buries his face into my breasts, releasing a cuss word that reeks of satisfaction. His large, rough palm cups the side of my thigh possessively, bunching my dress up until a generous amount of my thighs and my strappy gold fuck-me heels are on display.

A moan rips from my throat when he bites my nipple through the dress, digging his fingers into the flesh of my thigh.

“Fuck,” he sounds so helpless, grazing his nose against my stiff peaks and nuzzling into my neck to breathe me in. I writhe against his bulge, my eyes rolling back in their sockets. The friction elicits a moan from me and my toes curl.

“I don't just want to be the only man who spreads your legs. I want to be the only man who sees every fucking smile that crosses your face, who's ready to go on his fucking knees whenever you ask, who's ready to do anything to make you happy, who's willing to sacrifice anything for your happiness, whose entire world revolves around you. Baby, I want you. All of you. Every inch of you. I want your scars, your flaws, your mess. You. I want you.” Christian voice comes out in rasps, his hands skimming my thighs with impatience and desperation, like he wants to rip my dress off my body.

“Christian…” I croak, choking back a sob.

He lifts his face from my chest, licking his lips as his hungry eyes devour my upper body. When his eyes meet mine, they knock my breath right out of my lungs. The emotions in his eyes are raw, and provoking, reaching out to the deepest parts of my soul.

“I have never needed anyone the way I need you.” His voice is rough and heated against my skin. “I want you to be my girl, Aurora. This thing between us is no longer enough for me. I want more. More of you. More of us.” His veiny fingers hover on the side of my face in a faint, inciting caress.

“Yes,” I don't hesitate, smiling through my tears.

His eyes flare with hope, shining with relief before he claims my lips in a fierce kiss that makes me moan really loud against his mouth. The awkward clearing of a throat behind us makes us break apart, breathing raggedly. It's instinctive for me to jump off his lap but he holds me in place without breaking a sweat, his touch warning and possessive.

I sit still in his lap.

“Enjoy your meal,” the plates hit the surface of the table, turning my ears red. Christian doesn't look away from me for a second, even when the waiter is still standing there.

He takes that as his cue, turns around and leaves.

“I should head back to my seat so that we can have our meal.” I tell him, a shy smile breaking out on my face. I shift against his crotch, eliciting a groan from him.

“You either sit still or I fuck you.” He says with a deadpan gaze and my mouth falls open. “You can sit on my lap and still have your meal. I'll feed you.”

“What about you?” I frown.

“Watching you eat fills me up.” He adjusts my frame atop him, pulling one of the plates towards him.

I watch him slice a chunk off the lamb chops, gathering a little mash as he brings it to my lips. I part my lips and take the food in, chewing softly. My cheeks are on fire at this point because I feel like a little girl with the way he's feeding me.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, the not-so-innocent words hitting my skin like a wicked caress and sprouting goosebumps all over it.

There's nothing conventional about our date, because it's only Christian Carson who would rather have his girl on his lap and feed her than have a proper dinner sitting opposite each other. I feel self conscious, yes, but the intimacy of this moment makes it feel like we are doing something that's totally ours.

My eyes drink in the contours of his angular features that are as hard as they are breathtaking. His thick dark brows, dark lashes that makes me feel utterly jealous because of how thick and beautiful they are, his perfectly proportioned aristocratic nose, those sinful lips that has done dark, filthy things to my body, and his jawline that looks like it was made to cut through any surface.

Christian Carson is perfect. It hurts to look at him.

I don't notice that he has scooped up another forkful until his eyes clash with mine. My breath catches in my lungs, my lips parting on their own accord as he uses that to push the mix of meat, mash and roasted veggies into my mouth. A burst of flavors explode on my tongue, eliciting a moan that swiftly darkens his already heated gaze.

“I feel like I know so little about you.” I speak up in between chews.

“Ask me anything you want to know, Pumpkin.” His eyes soften.

“Why run a security firm?” I ask the elusive billionaire the question that’s been lingering in my mind.

Christian chuckles, the sound light and so full of life. “For starters, Strix used to be my late father's company. My interest in security, tech and software stemmed from him, but prior to his sickness, the old Strix, which used to be Arcane, by the way, suffered some backtracking in the market and threw it off the top of the ladder. The state of the firm largely deteriorated. It became my drive to save my father's business from sinking. I picked up the remains of Arcane in my penultimate year in college, and the rest, as they say, is history.”

He feeds me again, my eyes widening slightly in awe.

“Wow…it must have been tough for you to lose your dad. What about your mom?” I whisper, my voice strained, a little unsure because I don't know if I'm brushing a touchy subject.

“It was.” He answers curtly, his body stiffening beneath my touch. “I lost my mom a few years back. She died of cancer.” My heart breaks, tears welling up in my eyes. It tears me apart to know that he's completely alone. Beneath the rough, intimidating facade of the billionaire who has everything, Christian Carson is lonely.

“Oh, baby…” I cup his face, my voice shaky. “I'm so sorry.” I press a lingering kiss to his forehead.

The cutlery drops to the plate with a clatter, and he grabs onto my waist, pulling me into him. He sighs, his strong, protective embrace cocooning me.

“I'm here now. I'll always be here. You don't have to be alone anymore.” My lips slowly curve in a smile.

“Always?” he whispers.

“Always.”

I seal my promise to him with a soft kiss. If I had any doubts before, they’re completely washed away, leaving nothing but an utter sense of belonging to this strong, beautiful dark man.

Our attraction to each other is forbidden. He is my Dad's best friend, but he's also the only man who has ever made me feel everything all at once. He makes me feel safe, wanted and protected.

He's my safe space and I'll fight tooth and nail to keep what we have.