24. Ella
Twenty Four
Ella
Silence. Again . Deafening silence.
Was he aware how much I hated it? How desperately I wanted to fill it?
Probably not, considering his fingers were flying over the keyboard, completely tuned out, like he hadn’t fucking ruined me half an hour ago. Like his taste wasn’t still lingering on my tongue, like he hadn’t fucked my mouth like a man possessed.
The blue glow from his screens illuminated his hulking form, outlining those impossibly broad shoulders, and the restlessness was coiling tight in my chest.
I was trying to keep my thoughts from spiraling, sprawled out in his bed, scrolling through my phone as if this situation wasn’t eating me alive.
This was supposed to be simple.
A deal, a way to save my brother.
I shouldn’t care what he did after, shouldn’t want more than the raw, filthy way he used me. I definitely shouldn’t be enjoying this or craving more.
And yet, all I wanted was more . I wanted him, all of him, wanted everything he had to give. I wanted to belong to him, and I wanted him to belong to me. Not just in here, but out there too.
Whenever Hunter touched me, it was like stepping into fire. Pure, blistering heat licking up every nerve ending, but his walls never came down.
As it turned out I was shit at keeping my feelings out of this cute little deal. Apparently, my type was “emotionally constipated but with perfect jawlines.”
But the way he used my body and then tucked me away like some well-worn toy?
It was breaking something inside me, shattering the fragile parts I thought I’d glued back together years ago.
Back home, they’d called me every name in the book, ‘ slut’, ‘trash’, ‘easy’, as though a rumor could define me better than my own skin ever could. I’d sworn I’d never let this shit get to me again.
And yet, here I was, feeling the same sharp sting, like I wasn’t good enough for more than a quick, dirty secret. Like no matter what I gave, there was always something wrong with me.
The worst part? I knew Hunter didn’t see me that way. Not really.
He didn’t treat me like those assholes did. But when he shut me out like this and made me feel like just a body, like tenderness wasn’t worth the risk, it burned in the same old place.
We were so fucking different, and it was chipping away at me.
And this right here? This was Exhibit A in my courtroom of self-loathing:
Me, lying here with my chest tight and my vagina composing love sonnets, while Robot Boy sat ten feet away updating his damn software.
I knew I had no right to be upset, but tell that to the words threatening to spill out of my mouth.
The quiet of the room amplified these feelings, these restless thoughts, until I finally couldn’t hold back anymore.
The tension coiled tight in my chest like a fist, begging for release.
I wanted to push him, make him crack, make him burn for me the way I did for him. He kept saying that he owned me and calling me his. Well, he could fucking prove it to me.
“So this is it, huh? You wreck me, then retreat to your Batcave? I feel so romanced right now.” The words had left my mouth before I could overthink them, my voice echoing too loud in the stillness, making me feel exposed.
His chair creaked softly as he swiveled to face me, one brow arched. “Should I cue the violins or the cuffs?”
I gaped at him for a moment before recovering. “You think I wouldn’t let you?”
“Don’t really have a choice, do you?”
Arrogant motherfucker.
Anger was suddenly rushing through my veins, hot and furious, scorching my insides and ripping through my chest. It wasn’t fair that I was falling apart over here, while he was his usual, unimpressed self.
“Right,” I scoffed, shaking my head at how clueless he was, at my own stupidity for hoping there could be more to this.
“I feel like I might’ve missed something.” The chair groaned under his weight again as he leaned back. “What’s going on?”
I pushed myself up, swung my legs over the edge of the bed, letting cold air kiss my bare thighs. I tilted my head, a smug grin pulling at my lips like a dare.
“Here’s a fun idea: Stop hiding behind your FBI cosplay and look at me like you did earlier.”
Hunter’s eyes flicked up slowly, sharp and flat. “If I look at you like that again, I’m not stopping where I did last time.”
I swallowed, my heart pounding like a war drum. “Big talk for somebody who acts like passion comes with a manual. What’s next? You gonna make me fill out a survey?”
He flexed his jaw, tendons taut, gripping the desk so hard his knuckles went white. His voice dropped, deadly serious. “… do people do that?”
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
“You’re unbelievable.” I scoffed.
“So … no survey.”
“No, no fucking survey!” I threw my hands in the air in frustration. “You won’t even kiss me, and I know, I know this is just an arrangement, trust me, but would it be so horrible to at least—”
“You talk way too fucking much. “
Ouch .
Hunter rose, slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in. Heat radiated off him, and with one finger, he tipped my chin up.
“You want me to kiss you? To burn for you? Congratulations. I’ve been standing here, going up in flames, holding it all in for fucking months . And you can bet your ass, now you’re finally feeling it too, I’ll make sure it won’t ever stop.”
And just like that, everything combusted. Violently and desperately.
Hunter’s hand was in my hair, pulling me to a stand, and his mouth crashed onto mine. There was no finesse, no soft approach, just raw need and frantic hunger.
It was messy, bruising, and utterly consuming. All I felt was the roughness of his lips and teeth, the frantic pressure of his tight grip on my hair, holding me in place as if I were the only thing keeping him from falling apart.
My breath caught in my throat, my pulse pounding in my ears. I was drowning in the storm he unleashed, wild and real, and I never wanted it to fucking stop.
Hunter tore his lips from mine, lowering his head to lick and nip at my throat.
“You think I didn’t want this? Do you still not understand, baby? I’d give you anything you want, all you gotta do is ask.” His voice was thick, shaking with need, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.
“Then shut up and prove it,” I replied breathlessly, tugging his lips back to mine, moaning as his tongue swept across mine in long, lazy strokes.
His massive, rough hands traced fiery trails down my back, holding me firmly plastered against him, like he might lose me otherwise.
The frantic, uneven beat of our hearts was colliding in the quiet room. Hunter’s fingers were tearing my shirt off with such urgency, I was surprised he didn’t rip it off my frame.
Gripping the waistband of his sweats, I shoved them down to free his cock, thankful he’d also foregone wearing underwear after our first round earlier.
His breath was hot against my cheek as he muttered a curse under his breath when I began stroking his throbbing length.
“What’s wrong, Big Guy? Losing your touch already?” I teased with a low laugh.
My thumb was swiping over the pre-cum beading at his fat tip, flicking his piercing and earning myself a choked moan.
A muscle in Hunter’s jaw twitched. “You think this is funny?”
“Kinda. You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
Scoffing, he hauled me onto the bed like I weighed nothing, pressing me into the mattress, his frame a cage around mine. The bed was groaning under our weight as his chest brushed against mine, my pebbled nipples brushing over his smooth chest.
It felt like Hunter had unchained himself. Gone was the cold mask, the aloofness; now he was all heat and barely restrained strength.
My lungs felt crushed under his weight in the best fucking way possible.
“You done running your mouth yet?” he asked, his voice rough and low.
I smirked against his lips. “Not even close.”
Hunter hovered over me like a storm cloud — heavy and dark, ready to unleash its fury.
Claiming my lips in another kiss, he snapped his hips forward, both of us moaning as his cock dragged along my soaked slit for the first time without any barriers between us.
Hunter was coating his erection in my arousal, the wet heat between my thighs slickening with every grind. The blunt tip was gliding against my cunt, catching on my clit and wringing out a whimper I didn’t mean to let slip.
I sounded needy and desperate, but I didn’t care. I hadn’t been fucked in over a year, and fuck, did I need it.
“Feel what you do to me, baby?” Hunter rasped huskily.
I was panting, any resemblance of shame disappearing with the feeling of him throbbing against me. “Feels like you’ve been dying for this.”
Hunter closed his eyes for a second. “You have no idea.”
He was grinding into me like he was starving, like this was his last meal, and I was the whole goddamn feast.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“Fucking brat,” he murmured, but still lined himself up. My pussy was dripping wet, and just as he pushed forward, his tip slipped, notching against my second hole.
The sharp press where it shouldn’t be had a gasp tearing out of my throat, and I clutched at his forearm. He met my gaze, wide-eyed for the first time ever, and hurriedly canted his hips away.
His muttered curse vibrated against my ear. “Fuck! Sorry, you’re so wet I slipped.”
“Uh, yeah, wrong place, unless you’re planning a surprise,” I snickered.
Hunter laughed darkly. “Don’t tempt me, baby. You’d look perfect taking me there too.”
Jesus . He’d wreck me if he tried. And I might just let him.
Helping him line up, he sunk into my pussy with a guttural sound that punched straight through me.
As his first inch plunged inside, there was a stretching sensation, a slight burn. It had been a hot minute, and his cock was opening me up until my body gave in to his pressure.
A shuddering breath brushing the sensitive skin on the side of my neck, like he was breaking apart inside me, sent a shiver down my spine.
Hunter’s voice was choked, wrecked. “Fuck! Been waiting so long for this. For you .”
“Hunter! Oh my God!” I gasped, his length filling me like no one ever had. Like he was made for this, for me.
His hips slammed against mine in sharp, erratic thrusts. Messy, hot, and brutal in its urgency. The slap of skin on skin, the feeling of his hands spreading my thighs wide open, had my walls clamping down on him.
“Goddamn!” he cursed. “Choke my cock, baby. You feel so fucking good.”
Teeth were grazing my jaw, and his deep growl was vibrating into my fucking bones. He was everywhere, his massive frame caging me in, pinning me in place.
“Say it. Say you’re mine.” There was something unhinged, something feral in his eyes as he stared down at me, the corded muscles in his thick neck straining.
“Yours, Hunter, fuck! All yours,” I half-screamed, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
All his calm had shattered, replaced by a savage wildness, and I loved every. Fucking. Second of it.
Hunter’s thrusts turned frantic and wild, like he was trying to bury himself so deep inside me, I’d never be able to pull him out. It didn’t take long before his rhythm faltered, his entire body going rigid as a broken groan tore out of his throat.
He came inside me with a sound more animal than human, every pulse of his cock sending hot jets of cum flooding through me.
Collapsing on me for a second, he panted like he’d just gone to war and won. A smug grin curved his lips as his dark eyes met mine.
“I’ve been dying to fill up your pretty little pussy,” he rasped, pressing a possessive kiss to my mouth like he wanted to seal those words into me. “You took me so fucking well.”
I was still shaking, my body buzzing like a live wire, but the throbbing ache between my thighs made me painfully aware. I hadn’t come.
Hunter felt it too because the next second, he was sliding down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of fire over my skin.
“What are you—” A sharp gasp escaped my lips when his tongue dragged through the mess between my legs, tasting every drop of what he’d given me, what we’d made together. His low groan vibrated against my core, sending my hips jerking up.
“Fuck, baby, look at that messy cunt … mmmh, fucking delicious. You taste like us,” he growled into my pussy before sucking my clit into his mouth.
My fingers tangled in his hair as he devoured me, his mouth greedy and relentless until my back bowed off the bed and I shattered on his tongue, crying his name like a prayer.