39. Hunter #2
Later, after we had finished washing the dishes and the kitchen had grown quiet, Ella pulled me toward her room. The house wasn’t empty; everybody had just gone to bed already.
The voices of her parents were like ghosts behind the walls, reminding us to stay quiet even as the tension between us became palpable. The air smelled faintly of vanilla and old wood, a comforting and grounding scent.
She stopped at the doorway, pressing her palm lightly against my chest.
“Just … stay with me,” she murmured. The words weren’t a plea, they were a challenge wrapped in trust.
I didn’t argue, and let her guide me inside, the weight of the day still pressing against my ribs. Once the door closed behind us, she spun around, her fist catching my shirt as her lips crashed against mine.
There was desperation and need, as well as something else: an acknowledgement of the tension I’d held in check all day.
I growled low in my throat, one hand tangling in her hair and the other covering her mouth to muffle her gasp. The look she gave me over my palm was pure defiance.
Every brush of her fingertips across my skin set off a spark I couldn’t ignore and craved to feel over and over again.
“Slow down,” I rasped against her lips, but my voice betrayed me. My chest felt tight already, my pulse spiking.
“No,” Ella breathed. “Need you to use me.”
Jesus.
I spun her, pushed her back against the wall, and kissed her until she moaned into my mouth. She clawed my shirt off, nails raking my chest like she wanted to leave marks, like she needed proof I was real.
The mirror caught us in the corner. Her flushed face, and her eyes wild; mine, dark and feral in contrast. A perfect reminder of what we were risking in this quiet house.
“Look at you,” I growled, dragging her to the glass. One hand on her throat, the other sliding under her shirt, pushing it up. “See what’s mine?”
Ella gasped as I pressed her front to the mirror, skirt shoved up, panties tearing in my fist. Her reflection fueled something vicious in me, and her muffled moan vibrated against my palm. “Hunter—”
I tilted her face to the mirror. “Look. Even when you can’t make a sound, look at what you do to me.”
Her reflection stared back, flushed and trembling, lips parted like a prayer.
“Hunter, please—”
“Fuck,” I growled, shoving my pants down, cock dragging heavy and aching between her cheeks. “Yeah, this pussy is mine, baby.”
“I — oh my Gooood .” Ella choked, her breath fogging the glass as I lined up, my hand branding her throat.
A savage noise ripped from my throat, and then I drove into her in one brutal thrust, rattling the mirror against the wall. We froze for a moment, panting and listening for any sound of voices or footsteps.
Ella’s nails were clawing at the glass, trying to find purchase as I ground my hips against her ass before slowly pulling out of her tight walls again.
“Push your hands against the mirror if you don’t want your parents to hear me filling up your pretty little pussy.” I squeezed her throat, just once, watching the lust spread on her face with a dark chuckle. “Doesn’t make a difference to me. I’m fucking you, no matter what.”
Greedily, she pushed her ass back, forcing more of my cock back into her.
“Please, I need you,” she whined.
“So desperate. I got you, baby.”
Her back arched beautifully as I fully thrust back in, her tight ass smacking against my front.
Every time I bottomed out in her soaking wet pussy, her reflection broke a little more. Her mouth hung open, and her eyes kept rolling into the back of her head.
My other hand slid down, finding her clit, rubbing merciless circles until she was sobbing my name.
“Look at you,” I murmured lazily against her ear, hips snapping relentlessly. “Fucking messy for me. You think anyone else gets to see you like this? You think anyone else gets to hear those sounds?”
“N-no. Oh my God, Hunter, please fuck me!” she whispered.
“Say it.” My teeth scraped her shoulder as I rammed into her. “Say you’re mine while I ruin this perfect little pussy.”
“I’m yours! Fuck. I’m yours, always yours!” Her voice cracked, a frantic whisper, and then she clamped down on my cock, convulsing and shaking so hard I had to lock an arm around her waist to keep her upright.
I didn’t stop. Not when she went limp, not when her knees buckled. I fucked her through it, drove her into the now faintly rattling glass, until the mirror was slick with breath, and her sobs turned to hoarse little moans.
When I finally came, it was with my teeth buried in her shoulder and her name torn from my throat, raw and guttural.
“You look so pretty, plugged with my cock and filled with my cum.”
She was nothing but trembling limbs and soft whimpers, her reflection wrecked. Bruises bloomed on her hips, my handprints painting her ass, my marks everywhere.
If anyone looked at her tomorrow, they’d know. Ella was my fucking girl.
My hands never left her, but they weren’t urgent anymore. They were steady, protective. Finally allowed to exist without panic or fear.
After we’d cleaned up and slid into bed, she snuggled against my side, burrowing her face in my neck. Her chest rose and fell against mine, soft and steady, and for the first time in years, I felt the weight in my chest loosen.
The pressure wasn’t gone, and maybe it would never be completely, but … it was manageable. Because she was here, because she knew me, all of me .
“You’re insane,” she murmured, a sleepy grin tugging at her lips.
“I know,” I muttered against her skin, a stray piece of hair tickling my skin. “But only for you.”
She laughed softly, a sound somehow making every scar inside me ache in the best way. Her fingers traced idle patterns along my arm, and I memorized every curve and line of her, every minuscule detail.
No one else mattered. Not the world outside, not the expectations, the chaos, the past. Right here, right now, it was just us.
I pulled her closer, tightening my arm around her shoulders and curling my fingers possessively into her sleeve. Mine . She would always be mine.
I allowed myself to believe that maybe this was the life I could have after all. It wouldn’t be perfect or easy. But it would be ours .
The night stretched on, but I wasn’t afraid. Not anymore. With her by my side, I knew I could face anything.