lifted one of my legs so high that he could thrust his cock inside me completely every time he moved his hips.
I gave up on my attempt to make him lose that control as he fucked me harder than I'd ever been before. If this was him holding onto control...
My orgasm shattered through my body like a bullet through a glass window. I was a mess of heat and pleasure and sweat as Hunter kept up his pace. My pussy clenched and tightened around him, working him as I drew every bit of heaven out of him that I could.
Mine disappeared at the moment his hit.
I forced my eyes open as he groaned my name in a tortured tone and leaned down over me. He relinquished his grip on my hair to cup the back of my neck and pressed a kiss to the tender spot beneath my ear. I shivered, and he rolled to the side. He took me with him, his cock still inside me, and breathed in deeply.
I hooked my leg over his hip and my arm over his waist. He pulled me right against him, like we could get closer than we already were, and I closed my eyes. My face was buried in the curve of his neck, and I inhaled the scent of... us.
Us.
Coffee mixed with candy. Whiskey and cookies. Sweat and... satiation.
I trailed my nails down his back lightly. It amazed me that something so wrong could feel so right.
But hadn't that always been it? Me and Hunter. We'd always been wrong but right.
He dipped his head and brushed his lips across mine. The tender touch contradicted his roughness of moments ago, even if it was controlled, and I found I liked the soft as well as the hard.
Until he pulled out of me, kissed me once more, and stood. He turned toward my en suite, grabbing his still-wet underwear as he did so.
I rolled over onto my front as my cheeks burned. Shit. What did I just do?
Chapter Ten – Hunter
I closed the bathroom door behind me and leaned against it, clutching my wet boxers tightly.
I was a fucking idiot.
That shouldn't have happened. And if it should have, it sure as hell shouldn't have happened like that. Out of nowhere after we'd fought and she'd slapped me. I could still feel the ache in my jaw where she'd hit me so hard.
Hell, my jaw still ached from the first damn time she hit me.
I felt the ache as it radiated through my bloodstream. It twisted into something gut-wrenching as my heart pumped it through my veins. I was all too familiar with the emotion. Self-loathing. I hated myself for what I just did.
She was all over me now. Her scent was embedded into my skin, and the feeling of her cunt clenching my dick as she came would never leave me. Neither would the sound of her voice trembling as she cried my name. The marks her nails left in my back would linger far longer than the indents from her touch.
I'd never been so fucked in my whole life.
I needed her to stop me. She was supposed to stop me. Once I tasted her mouth, all my restraint had disappeared and nothing mattered more than having all of her.
Why didn't she stop me?
Now I had all of her, I didn't want it, because I was wrong.
I didn't ruin her. It backfired.
Adriana Romano had ruined me. And that little glimpse of my soul that had been hers was no longer a flickering candle flame. It was a roaring bush fire that was already consuming me.
My hands shook with the desire to go back in there and do it all over again. Being inside her was the only time my mind was quiet, when I forgot all the bad shit I'd done in my life. She was the eye of a storm that canceled out everything in my existence except for the right now.
It was dangerous.
She was dangerous.
She would kill me long before I'd ever be able to hurt her.
Maybe she'd already killed me in a way. Maybe she'd been killing me slowly for her entire life. Maybe she was bringing me back to life slowly.
Maybe was fucking shit. I didn't want maybes. I wanted to forget what just happened as much as I hated myself for thinking that.
I rolled off the condom, slammed it into the trash can, then pulled my wet underwear on and turned back into the bedroom. Adriana had