Hunted – A Dark MMF Age-Gap (Hunted #1) Read Online Xavier Neal

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark Tags Authors: Series: Hunted Series by Xavier Neal
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
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“Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuckkkkkkk!!!!” shouts our boyfriend at the same time long white-hot ropes of cum splash against her lips, trickling down and down and down until tiny drops get stuck on the edges of her nipples.

Our fingers flex together offering reassurance that I’m not only in this moment, but that he wants me in this moment as much as I wanna be in this moment, a combination that threatens to have me coming too.

I cannot keep coming in my fucking work pants.

This shit is getting ridiculous.

The Kid maintains his hold on his dick and wolfishly wipes the remaining jizz across her closed lips. “You’re such a good girl in white…”

Almost inhuman whines escape our girlfriend informing us that her lesson has been learned.

“Go on, you dirty little slut…” A gentle kiss is dropped on her shoulder blade while my palm gently caresses the tortured territory. “You can lick it off.”

Eagerly, Bunny uses her tongue to sweep the area clean, only to just as greedily latch her lips around Kipp’s sensitive tip and deliver the same treatment.

His groans repeatedly fuse with hers creating a concert of carnal moans impossible not to momentarily get lost in.

She waits until he relinquishes his grip to melt backward against me and display her glossy eyed stare which affirms what I already knew.

She really did enjoy being punished.

I offer her a cocky wink before stating to the man in our life, “Why don’t you go get her washed off?” Both of my hands helplessly indulge in a cupping of her slightly sticky titties. “I’ll rub her down afterwards.”

Bunny arches her back on a whispered, “Promise, Sir?”

“I always keep my word, Rabbit.”

“That he does,” The Kid chuckles and lifts Bunny out of my lap to carry her to his bathroom. “That he does…”

Seeing the two of them disappear in the direction of his room with wide mouth smiles further instills that sense of peace I was worried would never be found again.

I’m glad it didn’t actually leave so much as temporarily hide.

Not sure it would’ve ever come back had it truly left.

Just as I rise to my feet to ditch my own clothes, the sound of the garage bell rings, pulling my attention in the way I least expected it.

Warily, I hustle down the stairs.

Skip turning on more lights because the emergency overhead ones are enough.

I make sure the wrench is within reach and cautiously crack open the door only enough to see who it is.

Unfortunately for me, it’s two faces I was hoping I wouldn’t have to see again.

Damn sure not on my fucking doorstep.

“Mr. Nolan,” Detective Davis states at the same time he flashes me his badge. “Remember us?”

Rather than answer, I wait for what the knot in my stomach tells me is coming next.

“We’ve got a search warrant for your home, business, and vehicle,” Detective Northwood announces while waving around a folded piece of paper, two uniformed officers hanging over his shoulder. “And uh…” the corners of his lips curl vilely upward, “we also have a few questions for you to answer down at the precinct.”

Knowing exactly what they’re hoping I’ll do makes it so damn easy to do the opposite. “Come on in, boys.” The swift opening of the door precedes my own villainous grin. “You’re welcomed to do your jobs.”

Davis and Northwood both wrinkle their foreheads in surprise.

“And I’ll be happy to answer any of your questions at the precinct…” I lean my back against the edge of the frame and fold my arms across my chest. “As soon as my attorney is present.”

Chapter 21

Kipp

I hate this.

I hate the way we didn’t get to have fucking make up sex.

I hate the way they barged into our fucking apartment.

I hate the way they’re wrecking our fucking shit.

I hate the way they’re making us just sit out here and fucking watch.

But what I hate the fucking most?

The undeniable, tire sized amount of dread rolling around in the pit of my stomach that Bunny is back to the idea of running again.

Despite being tucked tightly against me as well as me using my body to shield most of her face and frame from the strangers, she hasn’t stopped fucking shaking like a disintegrating windshield wiper on the highway.

I’m afraid that despite all the shit we literally just said to each other that she’s gonna fucking Mach 5 her ass out of here.

And the way Detective Northwood keeps eye fucking her?

Isn’t. Helping.

“Excuse me,” a smooth, deep, unexpected voice states, pulling my stare away from where my girlfriend is frantically scribbling on the edges of her gray yoga pants to his dark chocolate glare. “I’m looking for the individual in charge here.”

Nolan – who opted to stay standing in the doorway like a protective barrier between us and the destruction inside the shop – momentarily redirects his attention to the newcomer prior to kicking his chin at Northwood.



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