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Lexi
I’m out of control, stuck in shit creek with no way out. I want Hunter so much I hate myself. I’m nervous about letting him in because he will ruin me. I know that. Men like him don’t belong with girls like me, and I am a fool to think otherwise.
But I’m here now and so I give into what I want the most - him. As he kisses me and drives feelings inside that I have never felt before, I can only hope he isn’t done with me yet. I love how dark he is, how rude even. I love his approach to the world, not caring if he upsets people along the way because he just calls out their failings and makes them face to up to them. Yes, it’s brutal and cold, but that’s how I like it. Why dress up reality in platitudes. It’s the truth we all need and I adore that about him.
The fact that brutal mouth is currently inflicting more damage on my body than it has ever experienced, drives me to groan and call his name. I worship him; he is most certainly a king—my king because I need a man like this in my life. Someone who takes no shit and expects people to work hard for their rewards. He cares for the right things and has no time for the wrong things. Hunter Blake is the full package—for me, anyway.
I feel the pressure build as he licks, sucks and bites his way to my second orgasm inside of fifteen minutes and as I scream out, he pumps his fingers inside me and then rubs his cock with the result. I love this dirty bastard and squeal as he lifts me high in the air and lowers me into the tub before settling behind me and pulling me in close. I love the way he sweeps my hair to one side and nibbles my ear, and I adore how good he feels wrapped around me.
He reaches for the soap and lathers my breasts and this time I groan for a different reason. This is pleasure at its finest and most natural. Two people exploring one another as nature intended. He pulls my head around and kisses me long and hard and as I moan, he tweaks my nipple, making me gasp at the sudden pain. Then he growls against my neck and sucks as if he can’t get enough of the taste. Marking me, owning me and making me his, causing the blood to rush to the surface, along with my desire for more.
He lifts my hips and lowers me onto his rigid cock and as the warm sensation of the water laps around me, I feel him hard inside, exploring, rocking and owning my soul. This time it’s gentle, slow and sensual. He squeezes my breasts as he thrust inside and then lowers his hand to find my clit. As he gently rubs, thrusts and squeezes, I feel the pressure build again and he growls against my ear, “Are you protected?”
“Yes.” My voice sounds breathy, needy even because the thought of him pulling out now and breaking the spell is not worth thinking about.
He lies back and pulls me against his chest and the angle shifts and I gasp as his cock touches places I never knew were there. I feel stretched and yet so comfortable it’s the ultimate in pleasure and he growls, “You’re my woman, Lexi, I own this body.”
I should knock him out cold for daring to claim something I’m so protective of, but I can deny him nothing. He does own my body because I couldn’t even begin to imagine giving it to anyone else all the time he wants it. I’m not deluded to think this is happily ever after but it’s certainly a mind-blowing experience, so I carefully lift my heart outside and place it on the side because it needs to be protected and kept detached from his because I have no doubt if I let him in, my heart would be irreversibly broken if I dared expect more than what this is. A moment in time where two lost souls connect before moving on and carrying on with life.
So, as I come apart on Hunter for the third time in less than an hour, I’m like a drug addict enjoying the biggest fix of their life, knowing the cost of addiction is a price that will destroy me in the end.
We are relentless. The shower, the bathroom floor, up against the wall of the closet where he binds my wrists behind my back and tortures me with that destructive tongue. On the bed, wrapped in his silken sheets and then on the balcony overlooking the city, wrapped in silk with Hunter’s cock deep in me from behind. As sexual experiences go, this one is up there at the top and inevitably we come back down to earth and have to deal with the consequences of that.
* * *
“Do we have to?”
I groan because I’m not sure if I can even walk right now. I feel so sore, battered and used in the very best way possible.
Hunter is also looking so edible I want to eat him alive, dressed in a tux with a black tie wrapped around his neck and his slight stubble making him appear edgy and dangerous.
“Yes.”
He offers no other words, and I smile to myself. So blunt, so abrupt, so sexy.
His eyes drag the length of my body as he appraises how I look, and I’m glad I took time to bring some clothes with me that would be suitable for an evening out. The silver dress I’m wearing folds around my body, gently caressing my curves and wrapping my body in a delicious silk glove. It flows to the floor and meets the silver stilettos on my feet. Not too high and not too low, just sexy and yet comfortable. My hair has been swept up on the top of my head and my make-up is the best I can manage given the fact I don’t usually wear any. He almost growls as he stares and it makes my skin heat and my body shiver because it’s so feral, so carnal and so intoxicating, I want nothing more than to rip the dress off and demand he takes me again. I don’t recognize myself anymore because I’m not this needy woman with her head stuck in Narnia. I’m Lexi Mackenzie, Reaper assassin who takes no shit from any man—except for him.
My man.
He holds out his hand and as mine grips it, he pulls me close and whispers, “You look beautiful, baby.”
His breath sweeps across my face, making me shiver a little as he undresses me with those captivating eyes. Running his hand around my waist, he pulls me in close and bites on my neck—hard. I love it, the pain, the desire, the anticipation. This is unfamiliar territory I’m keen to explore, and as he pulls back, I struggle to disguise my disappointment.
“Why are we going there, what’s the reason?”
He grins and says with a hint of malevolence, “To show my family we have survived. To show my mother life continues without her and most of all to show all those women who are distracting Miss. Baxter from what she should really be doing, that their target has been hit and to move onto the next one.”
“So, you want me to chase the wolves away, I’m up for that.”
We share a twisted smile because I am up for anything when it concerns him.
Tonight, we have been invited to a charity gala at The Plaza hotel. Strictly black tie and invite only, and Hunter assures me the wolves will be out in force. I’m not sure of this given the reason I’m here in the first place, but he assures me it’s necessary to act normal and this is something he is sponsoring so can’t swerve the invitation.
We make the short journey with Dobson driving and it feels good sitting beside Hunter, hand in hand, in the back of the car. I can’t remember the last time I dressed up at all, so I’m quite enjoying the experience for a change. It helps that I’m sitting beside God’s gift to women and I almost pinch myself when I picture how good my life is right now.
We reach the venue and Dobson opens the door and helps me from the car, and Hunter soon follows. Making sure to scan the area for signs of trouble, I fall into step beside Hunter as he takes my hand. Cameras explode from either side of the roped off carpet and it amuses me to see that Hunter doesn’t do the usual celebrity thing of stopping and posing for pictures that will be on the internet almost immediately. Instead, he powers through, ignoring the calls from the waiting journalists and pulls me after him at a break neck speed.
It doesn’t let up once we’re inside and I gasp at the sheer indulgence that decorates this place. So much wealth, so much waste and filled with so many privileged people who look around them as if they discovered the wheel. It almost stifles me as I experience a world first-hand that a girl from a trailer park should never step foot inside.
