The Hunt – Darkly Ever After MMMF Read Online Mila Crawford

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
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Another shadowy figure crosses my vision, arms crossed—a spectator.

The last thing I remember is Peter handing me a drink. I don’t usually take drinks from strangers, but since he was so intent on impressing my father, I figured I would be safe. I’m so fucking stupid.

“I’m going to remove the tape, but if you scream, I’ll shove my cock down your throat and choke you with it.”

My blood runs cold. They’re going to rape me. It’s not just Peter who’s going to violate me. It seems he’s invited a group of friends to participate.

His hands are shockingly gentle. He pulls the tape slowly from one corner of my mouth, confusing me with his tenderness. I assumed that any man who wanted to rape me would rip it off, unconcerned about the damage they would leave in their wake.

“My dad can pay you.” I sob. “We’ve got money. You don’t need to do this.”

The one above clears his throat. “Your dad can’t give us what we want.”

“What do you want?”

“You.”

“I’m not an object.”

Warm hands grip my bare thighs. I look down and find that I’m completely naked. My legs are tied up, and my vagina is exposed to the masked man’s eyes. All I see is the haunted gray of his irises.

“We know you’re not an object,” he groans. “You're Madonna and the whore. The sun and the moon. Paradise and Hell. Salvation and damnation. You’re the meaning of life.”

His words hit me like a fist. They’re shocking, deranged, and oddly sweet. I’m confused about how I can find anything sweet in a situation like this, where I’m tied up and my life could very well hang in the balance.

I look at the man above me and freeze. My eyes have finally adjusted, and even though they’re all wearing black ski masks, those dark green eyes can’t be shrouded. “Lorne?”

Large hands move to the bottom of the mask, lifting it slowly above his head. “Hey, there, pretty Snow.”

Snow. He called me that from the moment he first saw me. He’s taken my last name and added his twist. I assumed he was mocking me, but I know that’s not the case when he looks at me like he’s beholding something majestic.

“What are you doing, Lorne?” I look at the two figures at the foot of the bed. “I’m guessing you’re Cas and Declan.”

“At your service, Sunshine,” the man groans as he holds the other's head aggressively on the bed. “Fuck, if looking at your cunt makes me come like this, I’m curious to see what fucking it will do.”

I’m confused. I’m tied up and wet. So wet that I think I could come from just his words. I turn to Lorne, and he smirks. The little shit knows I’m wet.

“What do you want, Snow?”

“I want you to let me go.”

His finger moves along the cum on my face, trailing it over my skin like a child moving finger paint on paper. He carries it to my lips and glides the cum along them. “You don’t want that, Snow. No, you want us to fuck you like animals. You want to know what it’s like to be railed so hard that you can’t walk straight.”

My tongue darts out, and I get a small taste of his salty-sweet flavor. My eyes close of their own accord as my mind wages war with itself. This isn’t me. I’m the good girl. The sweet girl. I’m the girl who does everything she’s supposed to. “You shall not eat it, nor shall you touch it, lest you die.”

“What did you say?” Declan asks.

“I’m contemplating the dangers of giving in to men like you.”

Declan shoves Cas onto the bed and leaves the room without a word, slamming the door behind him.

Sadness tugs at my heart over his reaction. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, he’s fucked up. We’re all fucked up.” Lorne turns to Cas and nods.

“I can’t believe I have to deal with him while you get to stare at her,” Cas grumbles.

He says something under his breath, but I can’t make it out. I can only focus on his massive erection as he stalks to the door after Declan.

A warm breath along my ear. “It’s impressive, isn’t it?”

“What is?” I feign ignorance because that man's penis is like a damn elephant in a China shop. He gives a new meaning to the word anaconda.

Lorne raises an eyebrow, “Snow, you can cut the act. You’re practically drooling.”

My eyes catch his. “You’re no slouch, but Jesus, that’s a horse's cock.”

A warm, boisterous chuckle fills the room. “Don’t I know it.” He’s silent for a moment, then adds in a soft, deductive tone, “He knows how to use it too. I promise it’ll be worth your while.”

Briar’s voice crashes into my mind. “Fuck them. Fuck, if you don’t want to do it, call me, and I’ll ride them until they call uncle.”


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