Hunted

Marcus

Chapter 5
Four years ago.

It's always harder with her. She's got this knack for pushing buttons, getting under my skin like she was born to piss me off. And it grates on me, more than I'd care to admit. I want to pin her against the wall and fuck her until she's too far gone to even think straight. Until she is absolutely fucking brain dead.

But that's never going to happen. I don't let women come to me—least of all Naomi.

She wants me to see her again, so damn badly. But she doesn't realize I see through that perfect veneer of hers—the needy little cunt hiding behind the façade. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to see more of her like that—so obedient and pliant.

But there's one rule I stick to: never take her seriously. I don't want anything to do with her, not for the long haul anyway. She's not my type. The kind that worships the ground I walk on. It's tempting, sure, but it's also dull. But, goddamn, does she get me so fucking hard.

I always spot her blonde hair first when she's around. It's what makes her stand out. Unlike her Megan Fox-like friend Ariella or the bronze-skinned beauty Tina, Naomi's beauty commands attention with her striking hair and those deep, blue eyes.

She's turned my life into a living hell since I arrived in this town. But what she doesn't realize is that I plan to shape her into something to my liking.

Vaughn hurls the ball at me, and I catch it with one hand. His throw is sluggish, a stark contrast to his usual precision. He keeps glancing at his phone, his face twisted in frustration.

"Damnit!" he snarls, flinging his phone across the room.

I arch an eyebrow, idly rolling the ball between my fingers, the leather thudding against my palm. "You're distracted."

He rakes a hand through his jet-black hair. "I'm going to fucking kill that guy and rip him open."

I tilt my head, not pressing further. Vaughn's had his moments, but they've intensified in the past few months.

I grab a water bottle, downing it quickly as Jeremy strolls in, nodding at me. I set the bottle aside and walk over to him.

"I might have picked up a couple of girls from the pub," he says, rolling a beer can in his hand. "But I'm bored. Join them."

I glance over at Vaughn, "Maybe he needs to blow off some steam,"

"Tell them to show their faces in PornHub, maybe then I will." Vaughn hisses.

I run a hand through my damp hair. "Let them wait. I've got something to handle." I tell Jeremy.

"It's Naomi, isn't it?" He gives me a knowing look and finishes his beer.

A smirk plays at my lips. "Unfortunately. But I'll take it."

"You know what I think?" Jeremy's voice slithers from behind me as I clutch my car keys. "I don't think she's as naive as she pretends to be. Girls like her always have something... intriguing about them."

I snort. "There's nothing intriguing about her. And she certainly doesn't have much upstairs."

Jeremy's lips curl into a sneer. "You're into bimbos."

"Pretty ones. They're easy on the eyes," I retort.

"Poor girl," he mocks, his voice dripping with derision. "I'd offer services and say hand her over to me, but blondes aren't really my type."

"She'll never be into you," I shoot back.

Jeremy feigns a hurt expression, then tosses the can into the trash before striding into the room. He approaches Vaughn, who's now retrieved back his phone from the floor, his fingers flicking through the screen with obsessive precision. I have never seen him this way before.