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An electrical bolt slams into my heart, making it lunge into my throat and sever my airway.
He did not just say what I think he said to me. But he did. And he said it with such casual ease he could have been talking about the weather.
He also has that look again, like he’s actually waiting for my answer.
I blink several times, as if that can help me, then I take one big breath of the fully charged air around us.
“I want to sleep,” I mumble.
“Are you sure, Bellissima?” He searches my eyes as if he thinks I’m lying. The potency in his stare makes me wonder if I am.
Shocked at myself, I school my thoughts quickly. “Yes.”
“Then get in the bed and don’t give me any more trouble.” He drops his hand from the wall to my left, allowing me to escape.
I hurry to the bed, get under the sheet, and watch him, my heart racing as if it’s going to run out of my chest and keep going down the street.
With those eyes stuck on me Hunter takes off his shirt, revealing a wide powerful torso with the type of muscle running along his abs I’ve only ever seen on the cover of men’s magazines or on statues.
Those muscles are enhanced with a colorful display of tattoos. There are roses on barbwire, eagles and wolves, and a trident with water rippling around it.
The tattoo sleeve on his arm has even more color, each one its own masterpiece that suits this version of him. It’s like he just switched off the Wall Street businessman to become a hot tattooed god.
The other day I thought of him as the hot anime villain, but I was wrong. Hunter Le Blanche is in a class of his own.
And he can see me watching him.
I’m about to look away when he undoes his belt and shoves his pants down his legs. My eyes nearly pop out of my head when his massive cock juts free, long, thick and turned-on erect.
I stare at it—because this is the first time I’ve seen one in real life—and I find I can’t look away.
How big is that thing, and how is it supposed to fit inside anyone?
Or me?
He’s porn star huge and he knows it. I’m looking at a man who’s not only sure of himself, but knows without a doubt that he’s a work of art. Like a one-of-a-kind masterpiece that should be framed.
With a dangerously wicked grin Hunter steps out of his pants, then turns to give me the view of the rock-hard cheeks of his ass when he walks into the ensuite.
Frozen to the mattress, I stare after him, and even when I can’t see him anymore, I’m still looking.
It’s not until I hear the sound of the shower that I snap out of my daze and rest my head on the pillow.
I lie on my side so I’ll be facing away from him when he gets into bed, then I close my eyes and pray for sleep to come so I can escape this night.
Ten minutes later Hunter walks out of the bathroom and I peek over the sheet, watching him dry himself off with a towel.
Please, God, tell me he’s not going to get in bed with me naked.
When he does I swallow my prayer and my mind and body go rigid with tension.
Hunter turns off the light and slides closer to me so his steel-like chest is pressed up against my back. The contact steals my senses and I find my body reacting to his with the raw thought that he’s naked next to me. Still, I keep my eyes shut and stay as I am.
“I know you’re not sleeping, Bellissima.” He runs a finger along my hip. “Just double-checking you’re sure you don’t want option two. I’m hard and ready to go. Seems a shame to waste a perfect opportunity.” There’s a sinister smile in his voice that irritates me.
Option two is to fuck me.
I turn to face him, falling into his trap, because his face is right there. Close again.
