Chapter 8 Angel #2
My chest felt constricted, like there was someone sitting on it.
“Why do you think?” he asked in a tight, hard voice.
“Stop talking in fucking riddles!” I hissed, turning away in disgust, but in a moment he was out of the chair and behind me, putting a hand on my chin to force me to face him.
“Because I don’t want anyone else but you.
Fine, are you fucking happy now that I’ve said it?
Even though I know I look exactly like the goddamn husband you hate, and you’d never be able to look at me without thinking of him.
I still don’t want anyone else. So don’t fucking pretend you don’t know how I feel. ”
His eyes bore down into mine, and my skin felt on fire where he was touching me, his fingers spanning my face.
Why did my treacherous body seem to liquify under his touch?
Henry had never done this to me. My body had never had this reaction to him. Even in the beginning of our marriage. He’d always been so assured of me that he was casual, careless.
There was nothing casual in how Hunter was gripping my chin, and it made me feel wild inside.
“I want to get my revenge and I don’t want you following me every step trying to keep me safe.”
He dropped his fingers but glared down at me. “That’s not an option. I’m going to keep you safe whether you want me to or not.”
My nipples were so hard they were aching, rubbing painfully against the silky shirt.
“Whatever,” I said, flouncing off to the bed. “Goodnight.”
“Behave yourself,” he warned as he sat back down, the chair creaking under his weight.
I turned off the light and pretended to fall asleep. There was something itchy and restless inside me, something that wouldn’t let me sleep until I had done. . . something.
I wanted to confront Henry, tell him I knew what he’d done, what he’d been holding over Hunter.
What would Hunter do if he found out I left?
Hunter’s breathing was deep, easy, almost the hint of a snore.
Something about the homey sound of a snore caught at my throat, made it constrict with desire.
I got out of bed, tiptoeing carefully across the floor so he wouldn’t hear, but I had barely made it two steps, when he said,
“Get that ass back to bed, Angel. I mean it.”
Sneaky fucker!
“If you want to stop me,” I cried. “You’ll have to catch me and make me stop!”
Then I turned and raced into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. As Hunter growled angrily on the other side, I carefully opened the window and climbed out.
There was some fancy terrace there where they served cocktails in the evenings and I flew past it and down the stairs, grabbing the banner as I swung myself as fast as I could around the levels.
When I burst outside past the very startled doorman, I felt the telltale buzz of adrenaline building in my veins.
The chase
God, I was such a freak, because the moment I heard Hunter careening down the stairs behind me like a massive angry bull, I took off.
My blood pounded so hard in my ears I couldn’t hear anything else, but my spirit was singing, and it really shouldn’t be, I shouldn’t be feeling this aroused and excited racing down a dark city street.
I had been a pampered inside wife for years and what had that gotten me? Nothing but heartbreak and a restless, unhappy energy I couldn’t shake.
I swerved to the left down a narrow street, where the cars were big and loomed over me.
Maybe they’d hide me.
How far could I get?
Being hunted made me feel so alive, like I could burst out of my own skin with the pleasure of how hard my legs were pumping, how fast my breath was coming.
Suddenly I felt strong arms catch me up and I was roughly thrust face first over the seat of Hunter’s motorcycle, and a very big hand was slapping me soundly on the ass.
The silk shirt rode up and Hunter spanked me again, directly on my bare skin.
“Ouch!” I wailed, and Hunter twisted my shirt up in his hand and shoved down on my back so my ass was tipped up higher in the air.
“If you didn’t like it, you wouldn’t taunt me like this.”
My face flamed as I clutched the hard leather seat of his motorcycle.
I did like it.
“Now I’ve caught you,” he growled as I heard the long, lascivious sound of his zipper. “What are you getting fucked out of you?”
I gasped.
“Nothing!” I cried, kicking back against him in an attempt to get away.
He only rewarded me with another hard spank on my ass, and I felt my cheeks stinging in red and pink surprise, my mouth unable to suppress a little moan as he ground my body into the hard leather.
“I said, what are you getting fucked out of you?”
Hunter didn’t give me a chance to answer, just spanked me once, then twice, then a third time, as slick heat began to drip down my legs.
"All right, I won’t try to escape again,” I whispered.
“And what’s your safe word?”
Safe word? I didn’t have a safe word. Every bit of sex with Henry had been safe. Boring, perfunctory, safe.
“Fire,” I said, and he reached up to pinch my aching nipples, making me yowl in a mixture of horrified shock and arousal, my thighs slipping wetly on his leather seat.
He pushed down on my waist, forcing me to arch back even harder, then began to press inside my aching channel, filling me up with that disgustingly big and heavy dick.
The sounds our bodies made together were so lewd and wrong, my brother-in-law behind me thrusting in until my body wanted to explode with the obscene, overstuffed fullness, then dragging his cock out until I shrieked with the pressure on every oversensitive inch of skin.
“Fuck, it’s good to fuck that naughty behavior out of you,” Hunter said, and I kicked back at him as he pounded me over the seat, but he only chuckled, one hand pressed on my back, the other running down my side and then across my sore ass.
“I had bare feet,” I gritted out. “It wasn’t a fair match up.”
“Put your sneakers on next time then,” he said, moving between my legs to put the pad of his finger on my clit. “Let’s see how well you do.”
I groaned, louder this time, as my orgasm curled inside me and it hit without warning, my body shuddering and shaking against the hard seat, gripping the handlebar so he wouldn’t fuck me right off the side.
And he didn’t stop.
My release was still dripping down my legs, soaking the seat, and Hunter ran wet fingers across my stinging ass.
“Give me another one,” he ordered.
“No!” I cried. “It’s too much! Stop, you freak! Let me go!”
Hunter’s hand tightened on my ass, making stars burst in my vision.
But when I didn’t say anything else, didn’t say fire, he only snorted in an annoyingly arrogant manner and wrapped one hand around my long hair and pulled.
It was fucking exquisite to feel that domineering tug on my hair, that delicious sting on my scalp too, as he forced my arch up higher, thrust so hard into me that I felt something freakishly good activate on my dripping inner wall.
And then I was almost babbling with need, moaning so loud I didn’t care who heard me, as my overstimulated body hit a second peak, coming so hard my toes cramped and my vision was filled with stars.
Pleasure suffused my entire body as I felt his cock twitch, his size so big that I felt every single pulsation, every single deviant drop of liquid as I lay panting, gasping for breath.
Was that the brush of his lips against my skin as he gathered me into his arms again so I didn’t have to walk all the way back in my bare feet?
I wasn’t sure I could walk. My legs felt like absolutely jelly. He could have done anything with me, but Hunter only cradled me against his chest and walked me back up the stairs and into the apartment.
The last conscious thought I had was, Fuck, I didn’t take my birth control pills today!
But I was so sleepy I couldn’t care, as Hunter laid me down gently in the bed and I fell asleep immediately.
It was late when I woke up, and I rubbed my eyes to see Hunter bringing me avocado toast, and everything fled my mind except how he smelled freshly showered, bursting out of Jasper’s much smaller T-shirt.
“We need to get Dr. Willoughby-Horton to admit to her part in the scheme,” I said after breakfast. “Sending her to jail would be a good revenge. Fucking sucking up to Henry at marriage counseling and making me think I was the problem.”
“You were never the problem. No one could think you were the problem. But how are we going to do that?”
“Hunter,” I said firmly. “Get a suit. It’s time to put your impersonation of Henry to use again.”
I turned the recording on as Hunter knocked on the doctor’s door, adjusting his tie as his big shoulders stretched the dark suit jacket wide.
Unfortunately for me, he looked equally as hot in a suit, with those cuffs stretched down over his tattoos, as he did in tight jeans and a T-shirt.
“Just wanted to let you know we’ll have to put the next payment on hold,” Hunter said roughly when she opened the door.
“What do you mean?” Dr. Willoughby-Horton purred as she moved closer.
“I thought we were going to use the funds from the next guy to go away on a trip somewhere. To Japan or Kenya. Somewhere sexy as hell so we can just fuck all day long. I’ll declare anyone insane you want if it means I get to gobble your fat chub at the end of the day. ”
The lust was practically dripping off her at the sight of him.
But Hunter’s dick wasn’t doing a damn thing.
“My wife—Angel—she’s missing. I’m too worried about her.”
Angel. If the doctor was smarter, she’d have been suspicious. Henry never called me Angel. He had no nicknames for me.
“Are you sure she didn’t just run away?” Dr. Willoughby-Horton asked.
Excuse me, bitch, I thought sourly. I was kidnapped.
“What about your brother? Isn’t he supposed to be your fixer? Can’t he go find her?”
“My brother—is the one who took her away from me.”
“What? Why?”
“He has—a filthy interest in Angel.”
My heart stopped.
“What kind of interest?” she asked eagerly, licking her lips.
“I think you know what kind. She’s a very beautiful woman. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”