The Shadow Hunter's Contract

CHAPTER FOUR

HAZEL

After the party, I went to bed straight because I was tired. But couldn't sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about what Jason said.

“No. I choose tonight because she deserves a moment that belongs to her, not to what you did to her.”

“I want to begin another chapter, one that has nothing to do with business but everything to do with us.”

I tried to wave it off my mind and slept. The next day we had meetings all day and Jason was with me.

We hang out a lot but today, we are suppose to act as a couple. I didn't know if the acting got to me or I felt something different.

My body responds to Jason's touch. My heart skipped a beat whenever we get too close. Sometimes I couldn't breathe.

I told my secretary but she smiled and said that was how love is. But It can't be. We are not in love. This is all an act.

A show. So why am I reacting this way.

All this has to stop.

After the interview today Jason took me to his house, to avoid questions being asked why I was staying in a hotel while I could be I my Fiencè house. I didn't argue it's not anything new I've stayed here.

I was wearing my silk nightgown after I took a bath I I laid on my bed but I couldn't sleep. The thoughts keep coming back.

I need to iron this out if not I can't sleep.

I went to his door and knocked, twice but there was no response so I just went in.

The suite was dark. Only Paris outside the windows, gold and quiet.

I didn’t come here to seduce him. I came to fight.

“You don’t get to parade me in front of cameras and act like this means nothing,” I said, my voice too sharp, too close to breaking.

He set his whiskey down. His tie was loose. His sleeves rolled up. He looked at me like he’d been waiting for this fight for years.

“Then stop looking at me like you want me to,” he said quietly.

My breath caught. “I don’t—”

“Liar.”

“You’re using me for revenge.”

“I’m using my name to protect you. There’s a difference.”

“Is there? Because your hand was on my back all night.”

“You liked it.” He said, stepping closer

He crossed the room in two steps. Not touching me. Not yet. Just close enough that I could feel the heat off him, smell his cologne mixed with whiskey.

“You’re my best friend.”

“Then why is your heart beating like this?” he said as presses two fingers to my throat.

“Because I’m angry”

“You’re lying.”

He kisses me before I can answer.

I shook my head. “You’re my best friend, Jason.”

His laugh was low, rough. “And for how long have we been lying to each other about that?”

His hand came up to my face. Thumb over my bottom lip. A dare.“This is a mistake,” I said.

“Then make it with me.”

The kiss hit like a crash. Years of don’t and can’t breaking all at once.His mouth was hard at first, angry.Then softer, like he was trying to memorize the taste of me.

My hands fisted in his shirt and pulled him closer because I was tired of pretending I didn’t want this. His hand slid to my waist, pulling me against him, and I could feel how badly he wanted this how badly I_ wanted this.

We stumbled back toward the bed, shedding the pretense with every layer. His mouth on my neck. My hands fisting in his shirt. His name on my lips like a confession I’d kept for too long.

“Jason”

“Are you sure?” he asked against my skin, voice wrecked. Giving me an out.

I answered by pulling him closer.

What happened next wasn’t about revenge. It wasn’t about contracts.

It was slow at first. Careful. Like he was memorizing me. Then desperate. Like we both knew we’d waited too long.

“Mmmm” I moaned in-between the kiss.

His hands that knew exactly where to touch. The kind of closeness that makes you forget your own name. His hands were everywhere. on my waist, my back, in my hair. like he was reminding himself I was real.

Every touch lit me up. Every sound I made made his jaw tighten.

“Look at me,” he said against my skin. Not a command. A plea.

And I did.

He looked at me in the eye.“Tell me to stop.”

“I can’t, I want this” I finally admitted.

His hands wrapped around my throat, just holding, warm, firm, commanding. His lips found mine again deeper this time hungrier, like he had been patient long enough and was done pretending.

His lips moved to my neck down to my collar bone, there he found my spot. I gasped so loud I felt embarrassed.

I threw my head back and but my lip to hold back the moans. His hands found my breast and gripped on them. His thumps rolling over my already hard n*****s and pinch on them not hard but enough to send shivers down my spine a moan escaped I couldn't hold it in even if I tried.

His mouth followed hot. Wet. His tongue circling one n****e then the other. I tried to hold myself. Tried to have some self control but I couldn't.

I arched into his hands my body finally surrendered.

He kissed down my stomach. My belly botton. My inner thighs. Each kiss slow and deliberately. Teasing me.

“Please” I said unable to hold it in.

He looked up and smiled. He actually smiled.“Please what?”

He was enjoying it. Knowing how devastating it was.

“Please f**k me.”

“Say my name.” his voice rough and low which sent another rush of heat.

“Jason…” my voice wrecked.

“Again.”

“f**k Jason…”

Then two fingers went inside my p***y I nearly jerked,I stared at him my mouth opened. He chuckled knowingly and began moving his fingers. His eyes met mine he whispered.

“You are so wet.” His deep and rough.

His tongue joint his fingers, wrapping around my c**t and sucking while his fingers kept going in and out relentlessly.

“Oh f**k…” I moaned my thighs trembled above his head. I was making sounds I can't explain. And never can.

The orgasm hit me like something breaking loose something I had never experienced before. A rush so intense rolling through me like wave that wouldn't stop.

“Ah … Jas..” I cried out as I gripped the sheets. Then I came. Warm, uncontrollable. Soaking his hands and the sheets beneath me, I shook my head and feet. In complete pleasure.

I layed there for few minutes, chest heaving, completely embarrassed.

He climbed up to the bed took off his shirt, and found my lips, this time it was slow, soft as if he was trying to know my taste. Then he moved to my ear and whispered. “Am going in now.” in a low heaved voice.

My heart sank into my stomach. Not fear. There were butterflies in my stomach.

He knelt. His eye never leaving mine. His hands reached to his zipper and he zips down.

My mouth fell open.

“My God” I whispered.

A smile appeared on his face. “Like what you're seeing.

I just stared and gulped hard.

“I'll be gentle till you adjust.” He reassured and just then my face went red with embarrassment. He just smiled.

He lifted so my legs held him in the waist, then grabbed my ass his other hands while the other guided his c**k to my p***y. I forgot how to breathe for a minute.

He pushed in slowly. The stretch of his c**k filling my pusy so completely, like something designed. Like my body belonged to him.

“Ahh..” I whispered

He said nothing just looked at me with those deep blue eyes that I now seem to drift into. He gripped my waist and controlled the rhythm. The sounds filled the room but I didn't care all I cared about was now,this moment

The second orgasm came faster and deeper than the first. I buried my face in his neck while my whole body shuddered, my p***y clenched around his c**k very hard that he graoned out loud. “f**k Hazel.”

NHe f****d me harder, deeper till his c**k started throbbing. His grip on me tightened I could feel his heartbeat slamming against my chest. Then he released inside my p***y, hot an

d overwhelming. His entire body shaking.

We stayed on the bed that way for a long time. Both breathing hard. Enjoying each other's warmth. Before we both slept off.