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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.
She savored every part of him, learning quickly that she had to keep her mouth slippery when all she wanted to do was swallow.
She had to make him come. So she could finally swallow everything in her mouth.
Pouting and still reaching for him, saliva dripping from her chin, she banged her fists against his chest when he abruptly pulled her to her feet.
But then she started to fixate on something else. If he didn’t want to come in her mouth, she wanted him to come inside her.
Clutching his cock in one hand, she tried dismally to unfasten her own jeans. She stopped thinking altogether. A flash of deja vu from the night in the dining room flashed past her. She experienced the exact same feelings and expressed the exact same desire. Her need for him seemed endless and incurable, and yet so much was at stake for her.
She glanced up at him, mirroring the same helplessness she had that night.
“Fuck,” Hunter thundered. He grabbed her face between his hands and crushed his mouth against hers. She clung to him desperately, throwing herself at him.
“Please don’t make me say it,” she cried. She had started the fight to save her grandparents' home. Now she was fighting for herself as well. He had unearthed her, and she was terribly afraid of what he would reveal if he took her virginity.
She drowned in his stormy eyes and realized they both knew why he had used his belt the day before as a gag, and why he was offering her one now.
She didn’t want it to be over.
Deserting her for a moment, he turned and retrieved something from a cabinet behind him.
Her gaze collided with the item in his hand, then shot up to him, his reason clear in his face.
He didn’t want it to be over, either.
