The Prey Oakmount Elite Read Online J.L. Beck

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
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32

Elyse

Shock waves ripple across my skin, and I find it hard to admit even to myself how turned on I am right now. As afraid as I was a short time ago, that fear is nothing but a fleeting memory now. Especially with Sebastian’s cock pressed against my pussy. If I lift my hips even an inch, I’ll have him right where I need him.

No. I can’t. This is wrong. I shouldn’t be here.

I look away, and the heat, the tension…it snaps.

Shivers wrack my body as adrenaline continues to course through me. My brain picks at the things Sebastian told me. How this is a game—The Hunt, he called it. I can’t seem to wrap my brain around why Lee and Drew thought putting me in the middle of it was a good idea.

Even worse, now I’m wondering if Sebastian was going to play this game with another woman. That seems to cut through the haze more than anything else. Him taking another woman down to the bare leaves and fucking her like an animal.

Oh. Fuck. No.

I shove at his chest, and his mouth goes slack under the shadow of the mask. Concern is etched deep into his features. “Move. I want to get up.”

He nods and slowly pulls away.

“Why would your friends bring me out here? They said they were trying to help us. That this would help us. I don’t understand how any of this is helping us.” I feel like I’m losing my mind, and maybe I am.

What was the intention behind all of this?

He scrubs his hand up his face, almost toppling the mask off the top of his head. “Fuck. I’m going to kill both of them.”

I scramble to my feet and stare down at him, but as soon as my eyes lock on his, I realize he's not looking at my face. His dark gaze is trained on my body, and the flames of desire blaze a path of territorial need from my thighs up to my tits.

I rip at the blindfold that’s still hanging around my neck, and then tug at the fabric, but the knot is too tight. Annoyed, I give up and turn my attention back to him.

“Why are you people like this?”

“Like what?”

“Psychopaths who kidnap people and bring them into the woods to be attacked by other people.”

“I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation for why they did this, and I will figure it out as soon as I get you back to the mansion. If that’s where you want to go?” His tone has an undercurrent, and it’s like he’s asking me something without asking me.

I’m not sure if I’m reading too deeply into it or not. Is he asking me if I want to play? If I want to be hunted by him? I can feel him watching me, his gaze penetrating deep into the darkest parts of my soul, shedding light on spots that have never seen or felt the warmth of the sun. I trust him. I know this. I trust him more than I’ve trusted even those that were supposed to protect me and raise me. Sebastian would never hurt me.

He shoves off the leaf-covered ground in one smooth motion, nothing like me scrambling to get my legs beneath me.

“Yes, and that explanation is that you’re all in desperate need of psychological help.”

Even as I say the words, my heart hammers against my ribs, nervous energy zinging up my spine. But mixed with that nervousness is a deep-seated arousal. Is it fucked up of me to want him like I do? To be taken in such a way that mimics the exact scenarios I found myself in with Yanov?

“Oh, we all need psychological help, Little Prey. Even you, since I know what you’re thinking right now, even without asking.” His voice is low, dipped in danger.

Shit. I take one hesitant step backward, and he cocks his head to the side. I can almost hear his unasked question in my mind.

Have you made your decision yet?

“Think it through because if you run, I will chase you, and when I catch you—and we both know I will—there will not be a single thing to stop me from claiming you. Do you understand, Ely?”

“What if I want you to stop?” I whisper.

He grins, and it both terrifies me and excites me. “I doubt you’ll want me to stop, but if you do then say the word red.”

I nod and swallow down the fear and hesitation.

I’ve made my decision. We both know it.

“Are you sure about this? I need to make certain that you understand the consequences. Are you ready to be chased, captured, and fucked?” His words are still slow and enunciated, like he wants to make sure I understand.

I can't explain it. Why? Why is this urge rushing through me? I want it. I want him to hunt me down and fuck me in the woods until there is nothing left of Ely, until I'm his little prey and nothing else. I want to break free of the hold Yanov has on me. I want to learn to love myself, to trust, and I can’t do that if I continue to hide behind the person I used to be.


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