Chased by My Possessive Ex (Dylan) novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

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I didn’t manage to respond. Before I could even gather my thoughts, he closed the distance and claimed my lips with his.

His mouth moved against mine with a hunger that stole the air from my lungs. One of his hands cupped the back of my head, threading into my hair as he deepened the kiss. The other arm wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me flush against his body until there was no space left between us–only heat.

I gasped against his mouth, and he used that moment to explore deeper, tasting me like he was memorizing every curve of my lips. My hands, once frozen in shock, now clung to his shirt, fisting the soft fabric as if it was the only thing keeping me upright.

Everything else disappeared–the news, the world, Beckett, even the breath of reason that had tried to keep me grounded. All that existed was him.

Hunter.

This man I barely knew… and yet, in this moment, it felt like he’d known every piece of me all along.

A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it, and I felt him tense–like he was fighting some invisible restraint. He broke the kiss for just a second, resting his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged.

“I wasn’t going to do that,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion. “But you make it impossible to stay away.”

I was speechless, my lips still tingling from the taste of him, from the hunger buried just beneath his calm exterior.

“Hunter…” I whispered, unsure of what I was asking for. Space? More? I didn’t know. My heart and mind were at war, and I was losing on both fronts.

His thumb gently grazed my lower lip, his touch softer this time, almost reverent.

“Tell me to stop,” he said.

But I couldn’t.

Because stopping felt far more dangerous than letting myself fall just a little bit deeper into whatever this was.

When I remained silent, he took my silence as permission. And before I could even catch my breath, he leaned in again, his lips barely a breath away from mine.

But then, the phone rang.

It pierced the air like a cold splash of water–but Hunter didn’t even flinch.

His eyes, locked onto mine, burned with something far deeper than desire. And with a soft growl of

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frustration, he closed the distance, crashing his lips onto mine in a kiss that felt like a storm finally breaking loose.

This time, there was nothing soft or questioning about it.

His mouth moved over mine with heated urgency, and I responded in kind, completely powerless against the tidal wave of emotion rolling between us.

The ringing of the phone faded into the background, replaced by the pounding of my heartbeat and the fire building low in my belly.

Despite the fire, the burning desire wrapping around us like a blanket, I couldn’t help but be bothered by the phone ringing.

“W–Wait…” I said as I tried to move my lips away from him as he wouldn’t stop kissing me. “It must be important,” I insisted while gently pressing my hands on his chest to stop him from kissing me again.

“Whoever that is…” he growled low, his voice edged with heat and frustration, “I’m going to kill him.”

I let out a shaky laugh, my hands still clutching the fabric of his shirt. “You don’t mean that, do you?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.

But he remained silent as he looked at me intensely. The smile on my face slowly vanished. He’s not capable of killing anyone…or is he?

“I’m going to check what it is all about,” he replied, completely avoiding my question.

Hunter reached for the phone on the table, his eyes never leaving mine. He pressed a button, and the call connected through the speaker.

“What is it?” he said, his voice steady and composed.

“Sir,” a voice responded from the other end–it was the receptionist from the lobby. “The man from earlier, the one security escorted out? He’s back. He’s demanding to see Miss Dylan. He’s refusing to leave.”

I froze. My fingers tightened around his shirt, my chest rising and falling with sharp breaths.

Beckett.

Hunter’s jaw clenched, and the calm in his expression shifted like ice beginning to crack. “Is security handling

it?”

“We’re trying, sir. But he’s… insistent. And loud.”

Hunter let out a slow breath, the kind that sounded like he was trying very hard to stay calm. He closed his eyes for a beat, and when he opened them again, the softness in them had vanished.

He was all steel and fire now.

“Tell him she’s not coming down,” he said coldly. “And if he doesn’t leave in the next two minutes, call the police.”

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“Yes, sir.”

The line went dead.

He pressed a hand to my cheek, turning my face back toward him. “You look worried. Afraid I might actually kill your ex–husband?”

“I know you wouldn’t. And that’s not what I’m worried about. He’ll just keep coming back,” I whispered. “He’s not the type to walk away easily. I’m worried that he might cause more trouble than it already has.”

“Do you want me to go down there and deal with him myself?” he asked, quieter this time.

“No,” I replied. “I’ll go down and talk to him.”

“I don’t like that idea,” he replied, his eyes darkened as if he was about to kill whoever got in his way.

“It’s not up to you. He’s my problem, so let me handle him,” I replied firmly.

He definitely doesn’t like what I said, but I’m not going to let him decide for me. I saw his jaw clench while glaring at me.

“Then, I’m coming with you,” he said when he finally broke the silence.

I immediately stopped him. “No, you’re not,” I uttered.

“I’m not asking for your permission,” he responded.

“Hunter, no!” This time, I made it clear to him that he wasn’t coming with me by raising my tone. “You being there will only make it worse. This is between me and my husband—”

“Ex–husband,” he corrected me as his jaw clenched in anger.

I didn’t mean to call Beckett my husband. I’m just used to it since I’ve been calling him that for more than three years.

I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down. I don’t have the energy to argue with him. I need to settle things with Beckett.

“Beckett and I need to talk about this alone.”

“Are you going back to him?” he asked. This time his voice was so soft that I could almost hear his fear.

“No, Hunter. I won’t. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t talk to him. He will continue to go back here if I don’t see him.”

He stared at me for a minute as if contemplating whether he should let me go down alone or not. After what seems like forever, he let out a sigh of defeat before he said, “At least let me send one of my security. Just to make sure he won’t try anything.”

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