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His hand on her throat tightened as he shifted his leg up between her thighs.
“Are you?” He asked softly, the roughness in his voice creating a sea of sensations inside her.
She trembled, but at the same time she relaxed her legs and let them part for him, giving him enough room so his muscled thigh slipped in, and her pussy rested against him.
“Yes,” she said softly and breathlessly. She was afraid of him; there was no doubt in her mind about that. Afraid of what more he could do to her and how she would respond.
“Do you want to see how dark and deviant I really am, Kensley?” He brushed his thumb across her lip, lowering it so he could feel the dampness on the inside. She quivered when he slipped the fingers of his other hand into the waistband of her low-hung jeans, then pulled on the band of her panties. The action made the fabric of her underwear pull against her throbbing clit.
“Yes,” she said without hesitation.
Chapter Twenty
Hunter raised his head, looked around, and grabbed her hand. He pulled her along, but she was no match for his wide stride.
By the time he secured her into the passenger seat of his car, Kensley was sure she had soaked even the thick fabric of her jeans; she was that wet. She squeezed her thighs together, and that only made her ache all the more.
A rush of nervous energy ballooned inside her. Her limbs started to shake, forcing her to run her hands down her thighs and over her knees.
Hunter caught every movement she made. For long moments, he stared at her hands on her knees.
She couldn’t handle this restlessness any longer. She had no idea what had come over her—maybe it was last night—but being touched by Hunter had somehow become her addiction. A dangerous phenomenon given who she was. But nothing could stop her.
A half-sob rose inside her, but they had already arrived back home, so she delayed her response.
A host of butterflies fluttered in her belly as Hunter came around to the passenger side and opened the door for her. She grasped his pro-offered hand without a moment’s doubt and soon found herself being pulled along yet again; his long stride just too wide for her to keep up.
But it was in the descending elevator that things changed around them.
“Where are you taking me?” She asked softly.
“To the darkest side of me,” he said. A wild arousing curiosity and apprehension of the unknown wrapped itself around her in one piece.
Unconsciously, she inched closer to him, slipping her hand into his larger one.
Hunter became a stealth predator again. Calm and in charge, he owned the world, and it was something that was seen upon first meeting him. He slipped his other hand into the pocket of his jeans. His gaze filtered over her, and she wanted to kneel before him in complete and utter supplication.
The doors opened. He let her precede him.
In a way, the room was everything she imagined, but it was so much more too.
Lined with ropes and chains, an array of leather benches, and some other furniture she couldn’t name, Kensley became wetter as she twirled around the room in aroused fascination. She couldn’t imagine him otherwise. This was who he was, and he was the same man who tilted her world on its head and created inside her an addiction to him.
As if she were born to play the role, she slowly closed the distance between them and kneeled before him. She glowed at Hunter’s sharply drawn breath, then died a small death of riveting excitement as he used one hand to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans.
Her taste buds started to salivate. She grew impatient and desperate as he pulled out his magnificent cock laced with a symphony of veins, while a large portion of her still remained awestruck by his size, trembling thickness, and mind-boggling length.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”
Kensley parted her lips, her body alive with anticipation. She closed her eyes as Hunter slipped his shaft into her mouth. His heat saturated her instantly while he stretched and opened her lips so she could take him in.
She deeply inhaled the scent of his soap still fresh on his skin—a mixture of cologne and something else that was definitively Hunter. She didn’t need to have been with another man to differentiate his scent. She just knew it in the deepest part of her soul.
She twirled her tongue around his broad head and purred as his taste penetrated her. She licked repeatedly, sweeping the essence of his pre-cum into her mouth and swallowing it before resuming her wet sucking on his cock.
With every stroke, she grew bolder and braver. She encased him between her lips and pulled hard, making him growl from deep inside his chest.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his hardness and took him deeper into her mouth, straining against her gag reflex but ultimately failing when she struggled to breathe. Unbothered, she tried again and again, focused solely on seeing how deep down her throat she could take him if only to hear him grunt raggedly as he tightened the grip on her hair.
