Chapter 11 Bunny - Present #2
Hunter digs his fingers into my thighs to hold me still.
Even our first time in years, we’re still fighting for dominance—who sets the pace and the circumstances.
“And I said that doesn’t work for me, Little Rabbit.
You think I’ll keep pining for you after this?
I think I’ve proven my willpower is impeccable.
This is it for us. So take it how you want it, Bunny. Because you won’t get it again.”
It’s a dare I gladly accept. He relaxes, willingly handing me the reins. I don’t just take them—I wrap them around my wrist and pull.
Fingers tightening in his hair, I pull him down and smash my lips to his.
My feet tense on his backside as I grip him from behind, pulling him into me until he bottoms out.
Hunter fucks me with deep strokes as our mouths battle—every second, every movement so familiar, like we never stopped.
Like it hasn’t been two whole years since he’s been inside me.
“Hunter,” I whimper against his lips as he angles my hips to go deeper. My hands grab him everywhere, pulling him as close as possible, wanting to feel all his hard muscle against me.
“Fuck, baby. Such a greedy little slut for my cock, aren’t you?” His teeth drag down my neck, sinking in, anchoring himself as he tenses inside me.
With every stroke he rubs against my clit and I tighten around him, priming for release. Burying my face against his neck, I try to stay quiet as I warn, “Hunter, I’m coming.”
In response, he picks up his pace, teeth digging harder into my flesh. I bite him back to stifle my moans as the wet slap of our bodies reverberates off the bathroom walls. I squeeze him to me as I come, my pussy milking his cock as he follows me over the edge.
“You’re mine, Little Rabbit. Do you feel that? That’s me marking you as mine.”
I feel it—every hot rope that splashes against my walls, every pump of his hips as he keeps fucking me, every stroke of his thumb against my clit as he works me toward another climax.
“You can try to keep running. But next time, it’ll be you who comes to me.
You who can’t handle the thought of me making another woman feel this way. ”
Jealousy rears its ugly head as he speaks. Just the insinuation that he’s ready to do this with someone else has me claiming his lips once more—marking him with my mouth, my tongue, my teeth as he pulls another orgasm from me.
You’re mine. But I don’t have to say it, because he knows. Just as he knows I’m his.
Our kiss slows with his thrusts, yet Hunter doesn’t disentangle himself from me. His cock remains sheathed even when our lips part. Smiling, I soothe his scalp, massaging it with my fingers to ease the ache from how hard I was tugging his hair.
“Are you really telling me you’ll be able to stay away after that?” Now that he’s finally given in, we can move forward. What we just did proves we work without labels and without pledges.
“I told you, Bunny. I think I’ve proven my resolve is steel. You don’t have to worry about me pressuring you for a relationship anymore. I’m done.”
My heart drops into my stomach. My body turns cold even though his warmth is still pulsating inside me. “Hunter…”
“You’ll figure it out. You don’t want to be with me.” He gives me one of those breathtaking, melancholy smiles. His tone is firm yet gentle as he smooths my hair and cups my cheek. “You’ve told me a million times, and I’ve never listened. I’m listening now.”
No. No, you have it all wrong.
“That… that isn’t… Hunter, you can’t—” I can’t form a coherent sentence as I fight tears, clinging to him harder when he tries to step back.
“I can. You know why? Because you’re mine, Little Rabbit.
Whether you want to be or not. You’ve been mine since the moment you gave me a lap dance at the strip club, and you know it.
Now you’re going to go out there with my cum dripping between your legs.
And later, if you take that lucky bastard home, when he feasts on your pussy he’ll taste my dick and know you belong to someone else. ”
I freeze. My grip loosens as a stark realization hits.
It’s another game.
He thinks I’ll admit defeat and give him my heart because he caved and fucked me.
Hunter’s done with the easy way. He’s been patient and thoughtful. Now he’s trying to manipulate me.
Your dick is magical, but it’s not that good.
Hardening my gaze, I try to control the anger seeping into my veins. “I belong to no one, Hunter. Least of all you.”
He releases an amused chuckle, dipping to nuzzle my neck. His thumb slides over my scar with a condescending touch while his lips travel to my ear. “You’re fucking beautiful when you lie. But I think I prefer when you’re coming undone around my cock as you do it.”
Another wave of arousal hits me—whether from his words or the feel of him as he pulls out is unclear.
I jump down and smooth my skirt, calling his bluff.
“You won’t be able to stay away. And if you think I’ll come running to you because you’re pretending to be done with me, you have another thing coming. ”
I absolutely hate that panic edges my voice. My brain and heart battle as he tucks himself away with a grin. “Okay. If you say so.”
Hunter doesn’t return my underwear, or even glance back as he unlocks the door and leaves. Part of me wants to run after him—to tell him I’m sorry and that, of course, I want to be with him. But he already knows that. Now he’s trying to force my hand.
And if there’s one thing I hate most in this world, it’s a man who tries to control me.
Game on, Detective Dick.