"I'm not going anywhere." He loses his control completely, coming for me. "You've made me wait months, and I'm not going to wait anymore. We can skip dinner, but you will be spreading those legs before the end of tonight."
Just as I'm about mustering up the strength to fight him on it, he's forcefully slammed against the wall by my door. I jump back at the sound, cringing as Hunter pushes Traven's face into the wall, grading the skin of his cheek into the textured brick, scratching Traven's once perfect skin.
"Are you fucking insane?" Hunter growls, body growing as he huffs and puffs his anger. "That's the mother of my child, you spineless prick, so show some goddamn respect!" he roars, shoving harder.
Traven releases a grunt, mouth fishing open and closed. "She's nothing but a fucking cock tease."
I stand back, covering my mouth, appalled. "I never once led you on."
"Oh, he knows," Hunter grits out, shoving his weight into Traven farther. "This little motherfucker had a little bet going with his friends, didn't you?" He aims the question at Traven, but secretly, I know he's speaking to me, too. "They have this book they write all their conquests down in. You were Traven's."
My eyes flit from Hunter to the piece of shit groaning under Hunter's strength. "You piece of shit!"
He cackles with demonic laughter. "You're nothing but a Prince slut anyway. Who's next, huh, Harloe? Are you gonna fuck Emmerson and make it a three for one?"
Before I know what's happening, Hunter pulls his arm back and releases it with a guttural yell. His fist smashes into the side of Traven's face, knocking him to the ground, and the bastard is knocked out cold just from that hit. I can see that plain as day, but Hunter apparently can't, because he tries to go down with him.
I'm frozen for all of two seconds, and then I'm out in the hall and gripping onto Hunter's bicep, pleading with him to stop. If he gets cut loose, he'll kill him. I know how vindictive Hunter is with his words, and that's when he's not using his strength. If Hunter gets physical, there's no telling what he'll do.
"Please, don't. You don't need to get in trouble because of this asshole." I pull and tug, but nothing works.
He's huffing and puffing like a madman. Nothing seems to be getting through to him while he’s stuck in this haze of anger. So, without a thought, I wrap myself around him. It may not work, but then again, I have nothing to lose. My arms go around his neck and my legs around his waist like a spider monkey. It takes him off guard, but he quickly grabs ahold of me to keep us both from falling.
"Let's go inside," I quip, and tighten my hold further. I see what looks like contemplation, probably thinking about staying out here and finishing the job. But I can’t allow that. He doesn’t need the bad press that will go along with beating someone nearly to death because of their words and the meaning of them.
Hunter doesn’t even put me down as he stands to his full height. All he does is place a hand on my ass cheek through my silk robe and adjust my clinging grip on his body. Grumbling under his breath about “beating the shit out of him,” and “mine,” he makes his way into my apartment, slamming the door behind him with the heel of his shoe.
Once we’re inside, he sits me down on my feet, albeit reluctantly. And it’s then he gets a look at what I’m wearing. The moment I notice he gets a full-frontal, his eyes darken, and his body seems to tighten. I watch as his eyes hungrily eat up the distance between my feet and the top of my collarbone in one slow, measured sweep.
His perusal of me causes a flush to burn my skin, letting him know I notice him staring at me. His eyes finally meet mine, and I lose what little air I had in my lungs at the hunger I see. He looks famished.
Words no longer matter. The dick out there in the hallway no longer matters. Within the span of a heartbeat, both of our restraints fracture and then explode. We collide with each other in a tangle of lips and arms. He hoists me up into his arms, and I wrap every body part I can around him to pull him closer.
Opening Pandora’s box has never been so sweet.
Stumbling his way to my room, he bumps into the door and nearly falls over one of Maverick’s toys. We smile against each other’s lips, laughing at our insanity, but doing nothing to stop it. He drops me down to the bed, and immediately crawls over me, settling between my naturally spread thighs.
Breaking the kiss once again, he lays me out in front of him. I arch into him as his lips trail down the column of my neck before slowly wisping over my collarbone. Once he gets to the hollow of my throat, I feel his tongue dart out, licking. My eyes fall shut as I feel his tongue circle in smooth strokes.
To be a man of his size, Hunter has one of the lightest touches I’ve ever felt. His gentleness is out of this world like he’s treasuring every piece of me as if he fears he will never see it again. My insides clench as he nibbles on the cords of my neck, making his way back up to my jawline. Skimming his lips across my heated skin, they ghost over my lips and taunt me with their presence.
“Hunt,” I whisper breathlessly, fearing anything louder will break the spell we’re under.
“Yes?” His tongue darts out and runs over the seam of my lips, causing my stomach to clench.
Bringing my lips to his ear, I weave my hands in his hair, tugging the strands. Licking my lips, I press a chaste kiss to the soft spot behind his ear, which elicits a rumbling groan in his throat as his hips reflexively shunt forward. I smile at the sound.
Licking my way up to his ear, I whisper seductively, “I want you.”
“You have me,” he grunts, grinding his hips once more. “You’ve always had me.”
We slowly begin undressing each other, feeling as if this is the first time all over again. His hands are timid in their actions. My fingers shakily remove his shirt. Our breaths mingle as we steal tiny kisses in between.
It’s as if no time has passed since we’ve been together. He moves his way around my body with effortless ease, knowing which spots nearly have me in a puddle on the bed and which have me teetering on the cliff of ecstasy.
He knows the right time to pull back to keep me from falling over the ledge. Kiss after kiss, lick after lick, his motions are unhurried and precise. He's reverent.
“Ah!” I cry out as he takes one sensitive peak into his mouth, sucking and twirling his tongue around the tip.
My body arches beneath his, seeking comfort in his touch. If being with Hunter is wrong, then as the old saying goes, I don't want to be right. Let me be as sinful and wrong as possible because never again do I want to go without this.
I revel in the feeling of his lips against my skin as his fingers trail down the sides of my body. He wraps an arm underneath me, giving me support where my strength has long since faltered.
My nipple slips free from his mouth, and he settles back on the balls of his feet. His face is cast in shadows, causing my heart to pick up the pace at the leering smile pasted on his face. Leaning over the bed, he starts messing with his clothes until I hear a foil package ripping. The sound seems to echo throughout the room, and I watch with excitement as he sheaths his incredibly thick, long cock in a condom.
As he leans back down toward me, he starts the painstakingly slow process of kissing me in such a way it feels like he's trying to devour my soul.