Chapter 7 Angel #2
My name sounded like a dirty word in his mouth, and I ignored the twisty squirmy feeling again, the way my nipples rubbed against the silky fabric at his voice.
I ran faster, bursting through the doors and into the cold night air, fleeing with boots on my frozen feet into the dark, twisted trees.
My heart began to pound as I heard the door slam open again behind me, and I tried to tamp down the shiver of excitement at the sound of his steps, the branches snapping as he pursued me deep into the woods.
For a moment I felt pure prey pleasure as the wind whipped at me, whirling long curls around my face. The exhilaration of the chase made me run faster.
But not fast enough.
It was only a few moments before I felt a big hand grip the back of my pajamas.
Forgetting I wanted him to catch me for the plan, I flung my body sideways and we fell heavily to the ground, Hunter rolling me out of the way so I landed hard on top of him.
He grunted as his shoulders hit the ground with a crack.
“Stop, damn you!”
But this was my opportunity to get answers out of him.
My chest heaving, I clamped my thighs around his abs and ground my pussy all the way down the front of him. Through the thin fabric I could feel everything, the way his thick cock was straining at his pants, and I was rewarded with his low, feral groan.
I had to get what information I could out of him while he was hopefully thinking with his dick.
“Tell me your secrets, you fucker,” I threatened him, reaching my hands up to his flushed skin and trying to remember the tips he had suggested for efficient choking as I tightened my grip around his throat.
There was a pulse throbbing hard under my fingers.
“What do you want to know?” he rasped out.
“Why are you doing Henry’s dirty work?”
Hunter hesitated, but I could see the slick sheen of sweat on his forehead, feel the thud of his heart. I pressed my advantage, spreading my thighs so that my cunt dragged all the way down his cock to the base. Then I rolled my hips and did it again. I felt liquid begin to soak through my panties.
He groaned again, a muscle throbbing in his throat.
“I—can’t. I can’t.”
“Why?”
I dropped my grip and raised myself higher up on his belly for a long, slow drag of my cunt down to his thighs. God, the tip of his dick was almost splitting my pussy lips through his jeans.
“You—don’t want to know.”
“Asshole!” I hissed, thrusting my hips forward so he could feel the slick wetness through my pajamas. “Come on. I deserve to know.”
It looked like he was developing lockjaw with the way he held himself back. I could feel his cock throbbing beneath me.
“You’re torturing me,” Hunter groaned, digging his hands into my soft hips. God, if I let myself go, I knew what those fingers could do to me. . .
But I would not. This was about getting answers from a man. That was all.
His eyes rolled back in his head as I felt the tip of his cock twitch, precum leaking in big, juicy drops.
Hunter’s massive chest raised and fell and I reached out one tentative hand and ran it down his chest, pressing my pointed nails just a tiny little bit into his flesh. Just to see what he did.
“You lied to me and betrayed me,” I said. “How could you fuck me while pretending to be your brother unless you were some kind of monster?”
“I’m sorry,” Hunter gritted out.
His chest rose and fell faster, his thighs tensing beneath me.
“I can’t tell you! It’s—better you don’t know. God, Angel, what you’re doing to me. It’s enough to drive a man mad!”
I knew he was close, I knew he was about to come, the way the veins stood out in his throat and forearms, the way his flat stomach tensed underneath me.
Suddenly I pulled backwards and rested my spread thighs on his legs.
“Angel.”
“Tell me,” I demanded as his dick throbbed painfully in front of me. “I can take it. Or I swear to God, Hunter, I’ll fight you tooth and nail until I finally escape. I will run back to Henry and stay with him. Forever. Now tell me. What hold does he have over you?”
Hunter licked his lips and closed his eyes for a moment, pain radiating from every inch of his face.
Adrenaline and terrified panic pulsed through my veins.
What could be so awful that it frightened even a man like Hunter?
“Fine,” he said, opening his eyes so they shone at me, one like aged cedar, the other the sleekest whiskey. “I’ll tell you. Henry has been secretly filming you. Without your—clothes on. Having—sex. In your most private, intimate moments. Even fucking—pissing.”
He swallowed slowly, painfully.
“He said he would put the videos on—websites. Make them public. Unless I did what he wanted. I’m so sorry.
I can’t—I’ve tried to find out where he keeps those videos.
I’ve even broken into his office, even though he’d kill me if he found out I’d ever done that.
I can’t find—all the discs. Or the flash drives.
Fuck, I don’t even know where to begin to get those videos.
If I could find them, I’d destroy them and wring his neck. ”
I felt numb, chilled to the bone.
“And you’ve seen these videos?”
“Yes,” Hunter said in a low voice. “He made me watch them. I’m so sorry.”
A vicious angry blazing rage at my disgusting husband filled me, and I gripped Hunter’s zipper and yanked it down, releasing his dick. It was so long it fucking popped me in the mouth, an angry painful color and dripping with precum.
I had barely put both my hands on it, my fingers looking dwarfed by his massive size, when Hunter gripped the ground, thick sticks from the forest floor snapping between his fingers.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “That feels amazing. Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”
“I want you to come,” I whispered, as I lowered my head and licked up a bead of glistening precum. “Henry thinks he’s some kind of untouchable god, but wait until he sees me sucking your cock.”
Hunter erupted with a groan as I stretched my lips around his dick, gasping as his release filled my mouth and spilled down my chin, leaking between my breasts and filling my cleavage as I swallowed the wickedness as fast as I could.
Henry was going to rue the day he ever met me.