All Chapters of The Lycan's Hunt: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ANNATORIA“Married?” I tossed that question at Darius once we were in his office, the glass walls sealed and the door closed to avoid extra ears. “Why would you lie about that?”“Annatoria.” Gently, he reached for my hand and pulled me to sit on a closeby couch. “Reason with me.” Though reluctantly, I eventually sat. “Regardless of how good I hide it, my attraction to you can’t help but slip out.” The greenish part of his eyes glinted with the hope that I would understand him. “You saw back there, didn’t you? They were curious because they noticed things.”“So, lying was the only way to tackle that problem?” His lie pressures me because I believe that lies often reflect a little bit of truth. If a part of him already sees a future where we are married, that worsens everything. Because I clearly can’t give him that. “I think you are taking this too seriously,” I carefully continued, my mind made up to find a way to break down the intensity of his affection. “You are the boss. You cou

ANNATORIA “No,” my voice, still unusually shy, refused, while my finger reached for his like a teenager about to ask her three-month boyfriend to prom. “Tell me what to do.”I sensed that I would take an early bow if I took the lead since being sexually open was still not my type of scene.My plan to make things right can only work if Darius takes control. “Annatoria…” His gaze turned intensively seductive and smug, as if telling me I could be making a lovely mistake. “You need to know that a part of me is still angry at you even though I missed you. If you let me do this…” Contrary to his words, his hand zapped me closer to him. “... I don't know what I might do.”“Darius,” I blinked. I disliked that we were talking too much; my body and even my heart were ready to witness another passionate time. “You have my permission.”“Good.” Our hands separated. Then, his arms spread and with a low croak, he ordered, “Strip me.” My stomach jumped in excitement as he stepped out of his loafers.

ANNATORIA Before I could respond to his heart-stirring words, he sat up and pulled at my trousers. My earlier dilemma made me forget to wear panties, so I was bare. Darius, after he dropped my trousers and got rid of my shoes, gently tugged my legs closer so that they were on either side of his sculpted waist.“You sure about this?” he asked, his eyes feasting on every part of my nudity while his hands wandered the growing eagerness of my pussy. “We can't go back to simple times if we do this.”“We never had simple times, Darius,” I replied and lifted my hips so my folds could press against his shaft. Once that contact was established, I clamped my legs around his waist and began to grind against him. “We can never fully understand what we have.”Darius lowered his eyes to watch how my waist was dancing, and his lips parted with his signature look of amusement. “Right,” he groaned while his igniting touch held my waist and forced my dance to halt. “Why bother holding back?” He lean

ANNATORIA“I find fire fascinating,” I said to Darius, whose fingers were laced with mine, my head on his shoulder while we watched the fireplace burn after our nice dinner at another fine restaurant, which he also bought out for the evening. “It’s beautiful and dangerous.” “Is that how you view yourself?” his voice boomed, and I nearly cracked a smile.“Maybe. I can be dangerous.”“How so?” His neck tilted to look at me. “Tell me about your dangerous side.”With a knowing smile on my lips, I looked away. “Maybe another time,” I finally replied.“Huh. Are you hiding something from me?”“Yes. I’m hiding the fact that I have killed people,” I teased with narrowed eyes pointed at him, as if I wasn’t speaking the truth.“Hey.” He tsked. “Don’t joke about death.”“Death fascinates me too.” My voice turned mellow. “It’s dark. But sometimes, ironically, it can be funny too.”With a burst of a broken chuckle, he said, “You really shouldn’t be saying that. Death is a sacred thing.”“Oh.” I scr

ANNATORIABy the time I reached the office, Darius was gone and his phone unreachable. I went home, the weight of my discovery pressing harder with every attempt not to think about what I’d seenI’m now in my room, my legs folded to my chest while my unsteady gaze shifted between my phone and the landline. I disliked that Darius was yet to return my call, but I easily guessed that he was busy with CEO stuff. However, I didn’t expect radio silence from Director Hayes. It has been three hours since I sent those pictures. I should not have to wait this long for his response. At this important junction, I need to confirm my next move. With a sigh, I straightened my legs and shook away the images dancing in my head. Annoyingly, my thoughts didn’t stop wandering. The bloody scenes from that place collaborated with the memories of the strange voice and sights I’ve been struggling with. And with the help of the semi-darkness in my room, they found effective ways to poke my soul repeatedly