Chapters (72)
- Dedication
- Prey Island Map
- PROLOGUE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- CREED
- SIX
- BILLIE
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- JIRO
- TWELVE
- BILLIE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- ROW
- TWENTY-TWO
- BILLIE
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- ACHILLES
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- CREED
- THIRTY-NINE
- BILLIE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- ROW
- FIFTY
- BILLIE
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- TO CONTINUE THE ADVENTURE…
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- ALSO BY KENDRA
Growling, I tighten my grip on his cock and hiss again, “I know.”
He leans back and meets my eyes. “Then let’s make this count.”
Roughly, he grabs my hips and jerks me around until my front is pressed against the window panes in the door, overlooking the party going on outside. At any moment, one of them could look up and see me pressed there, recognize me, and sound the alarm, but I don’t even care. When I feel Jiro jerking the dress up over my ass and his fingers grip my cheeks, I don’t even question how dangerous this is. We’re moving on borrowed time. The others, even now, may be on their way to the port, wondering where we are and questioning if they should leave us or not. Someone could realize my tracker says I’m on Predator Point and start the search. Then we’d never make it out of this place.
Jiro doesn’t seem concerned either. He jerks my hips toward him and when I move to lean back, he shoves my front against the glass again, holding me pinned with his large hand in the center of my back until he’s sure I won’t move again. He probs my entrance with his hard cock, running the tip through my gushing wetness. My fingers leave behind blood on the window, which means he probably has it on him, too. Hardly any time passes between one moment and the next, but it feels like a pivotal event between us. When he’s wet with my arousal, he presses inside me, gently for the first half, before he seems to remember we’re on a time constraint and jerks the final bit in roughly. He moans the same time as I do, but there’s no time to enjoy the stretching before we both understand we have little time to savor this moment.
Savoring can come later.
Jiro jerks my hips back again, damn near bending me over and forcing my back to arch painfully as he begins to pound inside me, his hips slapping against mine so loud, I wonder if anyone outside can hear. If they can’t, they can certainly hear my moans as he fucks me right here in a space I never thought would be so hot.
I’d just killed a man. His body is growing cold behind us. Jiro watched and thought it was so hot, he’s fucking me against the windows. My fingers are leaving behind bloody handprints on the glass. I’m so turned on, my juice is running down my leg.