All Chapters of Chasing the Huntress: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I woke up moments after the car crashed, noticing the sky had lost all light and drowned everything in blue-blackness. Someone sprawled me further from the JEEP, which had ended its trajectory into a tree. The front windshield was busted, and smoke came out of the engine.It took a few minutes for me to remember what had happened, and when I did, I looked everywhere around me to find the black shadow I had tried to avoid. I wanted to lift myself up, but my hands were tied behind my back, and my ankles were bound by rope. I groaned. Thinking back on the accident, I should have pushed on the gas peddle and hit whoever was on the road. I probably wouldn’t be in this predicament if I had done that.Someone was talking over the phone, saying something about following the cell phone’s GPS signal to get our location. I wiggled my body until I was on my stomach and slowly lifted myself upright. I passed my tied wrists under my butt, then silently sat back down to finish pulling my legs thro

Jace’s kiss became insatiable. His hands went through my hair, down my back, cupping my ass and lifting me up. I clenched him and reciprocated his need with my own kisses. If Lukas was spicy vanilla, then Jace was sexy cinnamon.He dropped me on a king-size bed with plush covers and silk sheets. The light in his room was dim, but I could still see the shapes and curves of his toned body, right down to the sexy “V” shape of his lower abdomen.Jace sported gorgeous bedroom eyes that made me melt on the spot. I could already see his growing bulge under his pants, and I became immediately wet. I propped myself on my elbows and watched him.“I’ve been wanting to punish you ever since you stepped out of my house,” Jace growled, yanking my sweatpants down and gliding his slim fingers on the inside of my thighs.I dropped my back on the bed and stretched my head, barely controlling the sounds wanting to escape my lips. His touch was cool and sent tingling shivers everywhere.“I don’t like it

After coming out of the shower, I looked at my ass in the mirror and almost choked on air. My butt cheeks were bright red, and I could still see Jace’s handprints. How hard did he slap me? The hurt was good, but I probably should have used the safe word. I flushed crimson, thinking about all the things we had done together. I felt embarrassed but also quite satisfied. This was a new sensation for me, and it would take me some time before getting used to it. I rubbed my tired eyes and pulled my tongue out when the dark circles stayed where they were. I had hoped it was just my smudged makeup. I barely got any sleep the night before, not for good reasons. As soon as my eyes closed, I kept having vivid nightmares. After tossing and turning, I left a sleeping Jace in his bed and tiptoed to my unofficial room, where I sat by the window and waited for the sun the rise on the horizon. I hadn’t cared that I was naked and walked about the room and sat where people could see me from the st

Mrs. Dunkan seemed distressed about something, and I had no clue why that was. She made to push past Jace, but he clutched her wrist and hissed when he pulled her back to the kitchen entrance. “You don’t get to touch her.” The older woman flew her hands in the air and exhaled angrily. This situation made me uncomfortable, so I softly dropped from the barstool, thinking of running for the door and out of their argument. Jace caught my movement and pointed a finger at me. “Don’t even think of leaving!” He turned back to Mrs. Dunkan and crossed his arms. The tension in the room grew. “I don’t need to see her scar for confirmation with your reaction. Your blood stinks of her and will for the rest of your life! I don’t know how you pulled it off with this young woman, but do you not understand what your father will do to you once he finds out? You’re fraternizing with the enemy!” Mrs. Dunkan shrieked. What was she talking about? “I’m sorry. What?” I asked, puzzled. The old woman sco

Drip. Drip. Drip. That dripping echoed in the small room where I was held. It never stopped and made my head hurt. At least, it helped me focus on one thing. It was the same length as one Mississippi, two Mississippi… so I counted time until I forgot where I was and had to start all over again. I was bound to what looked like a dentist’s chair. The ones where they set you down for them to peek inside your mouth and fix things. It made me shiver. I hated going to the dentist or anywhere that smelled like a hospital. This room definitely smelled like one. I swished my head to the left and examined the IV they hooked me up to. The liquid inside the bag was clear, and I couldn’t read the sticker with its name. The lights in the room were dim, which didn’t allow me to see much except for the bare wall I faced. If I craned my neck enough, I could glimpse the side of a silver metal table and a sanitation station but nothing else. “I can’t catch a break!” I whined. Every five minutes or