Hunted for Halloween

Epilogue

AURORA TWO YEARS LATER

“ Y ou need to stop sulking, Dad!” I giggle, kicking my legs in the air and grinning as though he can see me.

“I'm not sulking.” He huffs on the other end of the line, widening my grin.

“Yeah, right.” I snort sarcastically.

“He grabbed you and shipped you off to Santorini. It's unfair. I didn't even get to spend time with you and as always, you chose him over your poor old Dad.” He grumbles with distaste.

Dad's practically in a competition with Christian when it comes to who can spoil me best. Only this time, it's very healthy. After I launched my fashion brand, Celestial, a brand that only designs custom made dresses, the brand skyrocketed in ways I didn't see coming, and it literally takes almost all my time. So, he decided to take me on a trip because according to him, I have been overworking myself.

“He didn't grab me.” A faint blush creeps up my cheeks. “It's just a getaway, Dad. You are being so dramatic.”

He grunts in response. “Fine, I'll just have to plan our daddy-daughter trip too.”

“We had one two months ago!” I shriek.

“You said it yourself, it's been two months.” I'm not there, but I know he's definitely grinning from ear to ear.

“I can't win with you, can I?” I groan, running my fingers through my hair.

“No, Angel.” He responds, chuckling. “I have to go now. I'll talk to you later. I love you.”

I grin. “I love you too.”

The line goes dead afterwards. I stare at my screen, a smile blooming on my face before I toss the phone aside. As I pick up the novel I'm reading on the mat I'm lying on, my senses ease into my surroundings.

The sun rides low on the horizon, painting the clouds in vibrant reddish orange and pinkish purple. It casts a golden glow on the surface of the sea that spreads out before me, rippling softly with waves. The sea waves crash against the shores softly, the sound cocooning the silent area of the beach house in a soothing, earthly melody.

As much as I have woken up to this view for the past three days since I have been here with Christian, it doesn't make my breath hitch any less.

“Have you been a good girl for daddy?” the dark, husky voice comes up behind me, causing my lips to part slightly and bringing a smile to my face.

I look over my shoulder, claiming his lips in a kiss that elicits a moan from me.

“That depends,” my voice rises slowly, my lips instinctively going between my teeth as my gaze follows his muscular frame that circles me and joins me on the mat.

He grabs my thigh unabashedly, tugging me into him and throwing my leg around his hip until I'm pressed against him, flattened boobs, raging heartbeat and throbbing pussy.

“You were supposed to join me an hour ago.” I say breathlessly, my eyes fixed on those whiskey ones that devour me on the spot. Veiny, calloused fingers run up my thigh, tugging at the strings holding my bikini together.

“I had a call. Besides, you were really enjoying your book and I wanted you to have some alone time with your dad before I come to take what's mine.” He casually says, a wicked smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

Heat scorches a path on my cheeks and I smack his chest, faking a glare.

“Thank you for bringing me here. It's so beautiful.” I whisper, my eyes locked on him, and it leaves me awestruck over how our connection can still feel so raw and new after being together for two years. He still takes my breath away like the first time and every one of his touches has a way of undoing me and making me want more.

“I just wanted you to get off work. I wanted alone time with you.” He murmurs, his eyes soft, tugging at my heartstrings.

“Well,” my eyes drag over his huge shirtless frame that's caging me against his chest, “now that you have me alone, what are you going to do about it?” I outright dare him, gulping audibly as his eyes take a darker shade of amber, glinting like that of a predator.

Christian slides off my body wordlessly, his movements stealthy and meticulous like that of a panther. He pushes my legs apart, nestling his face between my thighs. My breathing picks up, my cheeks flushing red as my veins are pumped with neediness in anticipation of what he's about to do to me.

“I'm going to eat you out ruthlessly and you are going to moan for me. You'll do that for daddy, won't you?” he nips at the corner of my thighs, sending heat shooting straight to my core.

“Yes, Daddy.”

As I scream out my orgasm I realize, I’m so glad I was hunted for Halloween.