Chapter 76
Piper
He sets me on a table and captures my mouth with his.
His tongue moves past my lips and finds mine, and I don’t even have time to process what is happening before every coherent thought flies from my head beneath the feel of his body pressed to mine.
His touch has always been electric. It makes me forget and throw caution to the wind without a second thought.
Just as I do now.
You’re supposed to learn from your mistakes, not repeat them over and over again. Yet when it comes to Hunter, I fall into that rabbit hole more times than is probably healthy.
He bites my lower lip, and my senses fill with the metallic taste of blood and him.
Just... Hunter.
It’s blasphemy.
It hurts, and it stings, yet the masochist in me revels in it.
I’d let him ruin me all over again, and I don’t even know where my self-control went.
Or my self-respect.
I just don’t care. I just want to...
Feel.
Maybe one last time.
How many times have I said that now?
Last time. Yes, as if.
He rips my Ralph Lauren dress, then the shorts I wear underneath. Buttons fly around the room.
Goosebumps rise over my skin as I’m left in nothing but my white lace bra, which does absolutely nothing to hide the hard peaks of my nipples beneath the thin fabric.
He kisses the column of my neck before moving lower, his mouth skimming the upper curve of my breast.
Then he pulls back and looks me straight in the eyes.
Those amber eyes.
They do things to me.
“On your knees.”
His voice is stripped of its usual control and filled with a malice I have never heard directed at me before.
It’s disturbing.
But...
“You insist on having an affair?” he asks, his voice cold. “Fine. I’ll gladly be the one you’re having it with. But it won’t last long. Just until I find the cunt you’re married to and end his life. Then you’ll be mine. No one and nothing keeping you away from me ever again.”
The words barely leave his mouth before he captures mine in a brutal kiss.
Then he pulls me off the table and guides me down until my knees hit the floor. I feel soft cotton beneath me and realise I’m kneeling on some sort of material.
I don’t have time to look, as he growls.
“Take out my cock.”
My fingers fumble with the waistband of his shorts while my body aches with need.
I should feel embarrassed. Along with a hundred other things, turned on shouldn’t be one of them.
Yet I can’t seem to help myself as I obey him.
His cock springs free, as he isn’t wearing any boxers underneath.
My mouth falls open.
He’s huge.
I mean, I’m already accustomed to his body, even though I shouldn’t be.
But this is different.
I’ve never had to fit him in my mouth before.
He’s so big I’m not convinced it’s possible.
His dark laugh fills the room.
“Don’t just sit there and stare. Do something about it.”
I swallow and look up at him.
“I don’t know... how.”
Satisfaction appears on his face, though it disappears almost as quickly as it appears.
“Does your husband not like blow jobs, or are you just terrible at them?”
I flinch as though he’s slapped me.
I suppose I deserve his anger.
My eyes narrow. “Careful how you speak to me, or I’ll bite it off.”
A humourless laugh leaves him. “Love, I’d still fucking enjoy it.”
The next instant, he pushes himself into my mouth.
I gasp, completely unprepared for it, and choke on the sudden intrusion. He is so brutally direct that my eyes immediately water.
“Breathe through it, baby,” he says.
At first, I set the pace, taking my time as I figure out what I’m doing.
He groans under his breath, and the sound goes straight to my core.
I keep going, taking a little more of him before gathering the courage to take a little more again.
“Relax for me, beaut—”
The word dies on his tongue, and my heart clenches.
I push the hurt aside and return my attention to the moment, doing as he says and managing to take a little more of him.
I’ve never done this before, and he’s huge. Thick and veined.
Definitely close to ten inches, if not more, I swear.
There is no chance of taking all of him without choking, but I work with what I can, and the way he hisses, groans, and lets out those rough grunts tells me he’s enjoying it.
My hand reaches lower, and when I cup him there, he loses some of that control he loves so much.
His grip tightens in my hair.
And then he takes over.
“Your mouth is bloody perfection.”
I gag, tears filling my eyes, while a completely different kind of agony twists through me.
I’d never have thought it possible to become so turned on simply by giving pleasure to someone else.
And even though he’s trying to take all the power, it feels as if I hold every bit of it.
Even on my knees.
He uses my mouth like he hates me, and I suppose he has every right to.
He takes what he wants with a complete lack of restraint until he finally comes.
“Swallow,” he grunts with one final push.
I manage to, but there’s so much of it that some escapes the corner of my mouth and trails along my chin.
When he finally comes down from the high, he pulls out, still fully hard.
Then his thumb catches the come at the corner of my lips, collecting every last drop before he presses the digit to my lips.
“Open.”
I do.
“Suck it clean.”
I do.
For a moment, he looks almost transfixed… tender.
Then the switch flips again.
He hauls me to my feet, ripping my lingerie from my body in the process.
He roughly turns me around until my chest presses against the table and keeps me there with a hand at the back of my neck.
I feel him at my entrance, and the next instant he pushes inside me.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters.
I’m so wet, yet it still stings at first.
The discomfort fades quickly as my body adjusts to his size.
He starts moving with such brutality that it steals the breath from my lungs.
A moan leaves my lips, and my grip on the edge of the table tightens.
“Mine.” Thrust. “Fucking mine.”
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
He bends down and bites my ear before lowering his voice.
“This is just a bump in my fucking road, but I decided a long time ago that you’re mine.
And I never—and I mean never—let go of what’s mine.
I’ll make your life insufferable for lying to me, for hiding the truth, and for daring to let another man touch what’s mine, marry what’s mine.
I’ll never fucking forgive you. Especially not for being a cheat. That’s what I despise most.”
Tears fill my eyes, but I don’t correct him.
“You’re fucking mine, come hell and bloody damnation,” he says roughly as his hand finds my clit and pinches.
I orgasm instantly, clenching around him.
Not long after, while I’m still coming down from the high, I feel him spill deep inside me.
He stays over me for a second longer, and then I feel the weight of him disappear.
He steps back, and I straighten, turning to face him on unsteady legs while he pulls his shorts back on.
“If you don’t get a divorce, I’ll turn you into a widow. That I can promise.”
My heart clenches as I look at him.
“And I don’t bluff. Now get the fuck out of here.”
He strides towards what I assume are the showers. The door slams shut behind him.
Taking my dignity and my heart with it.
I told him he’d hate me. I always knew he would.
I just never imagined how much.
I get dressed and leave.
He’s there the entire drive back, following me in another vehicle.
Only when I reach the chalet does he finally disappear.
He never comes to bed.
And I cry.
I cry for everything I wanted and can never have. For the life I caught a glimpse of only to have it ripped away before I could hold on to it.
Perhaps I should have taken a page out of Hunter’s book.
Love.
Feelings.
They really can kill a person.