Hunted for Halloween

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

CHRISTIAN

“ O h, I'm so close…” My little pumpkin's nails are digging into my back as she bounces on my cock, riding me into oblivion.

I pinch her nipple, groaning and gathering her lush strands in my fist. “You are such a good girl when you are taking me.”

Aurora looks breathtaking whenever she's writhing beneath me, but when she's atop me, riding me, she's a fucking vision and takes my breath away. Her head is tossed backwards, one of her tits is bare to my hungry gaze, tipped with rock-hard light pink peaks.

I plant feathery kisses across her neck and jaw, sinking my fingers into her hip and meeting her thrust for thrust.

Her moans morph into whimpers as she chases her orgasm, dragging her manicured fingers across the length of my back like she doesn't know where to touch me.

My muscles lock tightly, a guttural growl rippling from my chest when my cock starts swelling up inside her and she clenches around me greedily.

“Come with daddy, Pumpkin.” I force out a husky order.

“Oh, fuck.” Her lips part as her orgasm rocks through her, clashing with my release as I spill my cum inside her.

Her head drops onto my shoulder, her heavy breathing syncing with mine and filling the room. My hands clutch her tiny waist to keep her in place, the smell of her mixed with her sweat teasing my nostrils.

My palm cups her nape, her gleaming green eyes locking on me. She looks satiated, and thoroughly fucked. It makes the corners of my lips tug up in a smirk.

“Wipe that look off your face.” She fakes a glare. “I only wanted to stop by to see you before heading home.” She grumbles, adjusting the straps of her dress and concealing the beautiful view from earlier.

“You were the one who couldn't keep your paws off me.” I defend myself, running my fingers up her thigh.

Her cheeks redden in embarrassment, and she bites down on her lip when she realizes that she's void of a comeback. I don't know what's more adorable. Her blushing or knowing that she's so responsive to every little thing I say.

Damnit, I have it bad for this woman.

My lips connect with hers in a kiss that's meant to be chaste, but I deepen it because her taste explodes on my tongue, intoxicating me. Aurora retracts her lips, giggling.

“I can't get enough of you.” I murmur.

“Me neither,” she whispers, her soft, melodic voice hitting me with a sweet sensation that floods my chest.

It should be embarrassing that a woman who's so much younger than me has me wrapped around her finger, but I have never met anyone who makes me feel more alive. Aurora might have taken a while to let me in, but ever since our date night, she has been more open with me, more at ease around me.

I'd be lying through my teeth if I said it doesn't feel amazing, knowing she's my girl and having her give in to this thing between us without holding back.

“Lydia is coming over tonight,” she rolls off me, my cum trickling down her thigh in the process. I suppress a possessive growl that builds up in my chest, wanting to freeze the sight and stare at it for eternity.

Mine. All mine.

I yank her towards me, pushing my swivel chair forward and grabbing some tissues to clean her up.

“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 distance between 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!”

“Dad, please!”

“Explain what?” slam “That I just saw you kissing my daughter against the wall of a fucking elevator? You disgusting bastard!” he lands another blow on my jaw, but when I roll over, grabbing his throat, I gain the upper hand.

“Listen to me!” I growl.

“She's my daughter!” he smacks me violently across the face.

I seize him by the collar, peering at him through his now-broken glasses, livid. “I'm telling you—calm the fuck down and let's talk about it.”

“Bastard!” he yells, headbutting me.

Heavy footsteps dart in our direction and I'm being hauled off my best friend whose lips are busted. His glasses hang off his face in ruins, his shirt rumpled. His hands are balled into fists at his sides, his body trembling with rage I have never seen him emit before. The last time I saw Jonathan this angry was when some guy tried to grope Meredith at a Halloween rave in college.

“I'm going to kill you with my bare hands!” he fires at me, visibly wanting to lunge for me again but he's held back by the security guards.

“Mr. Marshall, you have to calm down.” One of the guards tries to reason with him.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” he struggles to weasel his way out of their grip, his nostrils flaring as he breathes harshly. “How long have you been forcing yourself on her?!”

“I'm not forcing Aurora to do anything. She's an adult, Jonathan!” I yell back at him.

“She's my little girl!” My best friend's voice comes out coarse and a tad bit croaky.

“Stop!” Aurora's quivering voice echoes through the lobby, yanking us out of our haze. Our heads snap towards her tiny frame huddled in a corner, her eyes wide and puffy from crying. “Both of you, stop!” she yells again.

“What has he been telling you?” Jonathan directs those words at her, harsh and scathing.

“Dad, please…” she croaks.

My heart fucking twists and rips to shreds on the spot.

“Damnit, Aurora! Is he forcing himself on you? Is he manipulating you?” his voice breaks slightly, thick with raw fear and apprehension.

My body rocks with disgust and I grit my teeth. If he thinks that low of me, does he really think that low of his daughter?

“I'm going to bash your head against the fucking wall if you throw words like that in her face again, Jonathan.” I seethe, breathing heavily.

“Piss off!” he growls. “Aurora?”

“He's not forcing me to do anything and I'm not a little girl!” she throws her hands up in the air.

Jonathan staggers backwards like he's being punched in the face. I see the tears that build up in the eyes of my best friend, stabbing me in the chest repeatedly. Hurt. Betrayal. Disbelief. Anger. Those myriad of emotions flare in his glassy eyes.

He slowly turns to me. “You are going to stay away from her, Christian Carson.”

I shake my head. “You can't ask me to do that. I'm not going anywhere. I'm serious about her, Jonathan. You know me.”

“I don't give a shit.” He spits out venomously, finally clawing his way out of the grips of the guards holding him back. “You are going to stay the fuck away from me and my daughter, out of our lives or I swear to God, the next time I see you anywhere near us, I'll rip you apart with my bare hands.” His voice drips with hatred and fury.

“Dad—”

“Get out of here and head to the car. Now.” He orders his daughter venomously, without looking away from me.

“Don’t do this, Jonathan.” I plead hoarsely, wanting to sink to my knees before him right there and then.

“OUT!” he bellows harshly at his daughter. I don't need to look over my shoulder to know that she's leaving.

The clicking of her heels against the tiled floor notifies me of her existence and it feels like I'm losing a piece of me as she walks away. Out of Strix security. Out of my life.

Jonathan's unwavering gaze is pinned on me like a hawk, burning with rage and disappointment. “You disgust me.”

Those words are like a slap across my face. He doesn't waste one more moment in my sight before he strides out of the lobby furiously.

I stand there, a burning sensation gathering in my chest, weakening me to the bones. The world around me fades into the darkness, the realization of what just happened tearing me into pieces over and over again.

I didn't just lose my best friend. I lost the best thing that has ever happened to me in the five decades I have been alive.