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A strange fluttering started low in my belly, and I struggled to place it. My skin felt heated, tight. In my ears, I could feel my heartbeat thundering like a thousand galloping horses. Alive, that was what this feeling was.Cinderellawas finally waking up from her long slumber.
He pushed the rest of the way inside with a grunt, and I couldn’t help but look down in wonder. I’ll be damned. He fit. And I felt…complete. At peace. Like the restlessness of his dark soul had brushed against the blackness of mine, one recognizing the other, the two now intertwined.
His hips moved, his cock pulling out of me a little, and I whimpered at the loss. It wasn’t needed though, because a second later, he filled me to the brim. Over and over. He set a slow rhythm, but it wasn’t enough. He was holding back, and I hated it.
“Never hide from me. I want you to give me everything.”
“You may come to regret that request.”
He withdrew all the way, flipped me over, and jerked me up until my knees sank into the mattress. My arms were tangled in my tank top, and I had to brace my forearms on the bed to stay upright. The position was a familiar one and the air in my lungs collapsed. I tried to take a deep breath in, telling myself that Hunter wasn’t him, but it wasn’t working. No matter how hard I sucked, no air filled my lungs.
“You will scream my name as you cream all over my cock.”
He seated himself deep with one hard thrust, and the air rushed back into my starving lungs. The force of his thrust hadn’t hurt and something in my chest cracked with the revelation. It made what happened before so much worse. He didn’t need to hurt me, he’d chosen to. He’d said as much, but I never really believed him until now.
The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room and it might just be my new favorite sound. Exhilaration filled me as I let go of all my negative thoughts to focus on something much more pleasant. The here and now.
Back at the base of that pleasurable mountaintop, I eagerly climbed upward, thinking I knew what awaited me. Nope. Just when I thought I couldn’t be surprised, Hunter did just that. He made the other orgasms, while exceedingly pleasurable, seem somehow hollow. Bright stars appeared behind my eyelids, the release so much more potent than before.
The scream slipped past my lips before I even realized what I was doing. “Hunter!”
Strength infused my limbs, and I felt like I could lift a Mack truck. The weight and shame of the past was still there, but it was no longer a heavy chain wrapped around my neck, choking the life out of me. Knowing that I wasn’t entirely broken, only a little fucked-up, made the weight of it easier to bear. To most that wasn’t a victory, but to me it was everything.
Hunter’s thrusts never faltered, one hand digging into my hip, while the other wrapped around my throat. He gently squeezed, and another orgasm took hold, my body jerking against him. But he didn’t stop, not even when I grew hoarse from screaming his name.
He released my neck, and I sucked in a deep breath, his hand straying to my hair. He fisted the strands at the back of my head, pulling my head back, a pleasurable burn tingling the roots. With one last grunt, I felt his hips hit my backside, warmth filling my womb. Contentment filled me to overflowing until his breath tickled my ear.
“Now, be a good girl and give me a name. Nobody hurts what’s mine and lives.”
Brandy was an intriguing puzzle I wanted to take apart, piece by piece, examine, and put back together. It was rare for me to have this level of interest in another human being. Maybe that was because I had most people figured out in a matter of minutes. But not my angel. Oh, no. Every time I thought I was close to cracking her code, she would do something unexpected, and I’d have to start from scratch.
Her lies, while told with utter conviction, didn’t fool me. I wish I could say I found them off-putting, but they only added to the mystery surrounding her. One I intended to solve. It was the reason I stood in the shadows of an overhang across the street from her apartment building.
Nobody knew about this little side errand of mine, not even Ryder. Well, nobody from the club at least. The inept goons that Cannon and I had easily evaded on our way to Chicago sat in a sedan a few cars down, smoke from their cigarettes pouring through the crack in the window. Marek’s son, at least, had been smart enough to spy on me from inside the coffee shop across the street.
Being followed was already growing tiresome, but shaking them hadn’t been worth the risk. With a few precautions, all these guys would report back was which building I entered and where the elevator stopped. They’d never find out which apartment I went into or why I was here.
Even if Piotr found Brandy’s name on the building directory, it wouldn’t mean anything to him. Brandy and Cherry might have had the same last name, but Smith was so common it bordered on ridiculous. Not that my brother would have any reason to find Cherry worthy of investigation. To him she was just another club whore, and I intended to keep it that way.
Before I rode out, I’d done my homework on the building and its inhabitants. Originally, I’d been thinking exit strategies, but knowing there were four other single females in the building besides Brandy, all of them living on the third floor, was about to come in handy. If I played this right, my brother would either think I’d gone out of my way for pussy, or that the club had expanded their territory. Neither thing would concern him, considering he planned on removing me from the equation, which was exactly what I wanted.
Tweedledee and Tweedledum would be easy to get around. They would likely report back to my brother that the elevator had stopped on the third floor from the comfort of their car as they chain-smoked while waiting for me to leave the building.
Marek’s son was the real challenge. He struck me as the sort that might wait around to see if I actually got back onto the elevator from the same floor as I exited. This would require some improvisation on my part, since Brandy’s apartment was on the fourth floor. Luckily, her balcony overlooked the alley that ran between her building and the coffee shop. Worst-case scenario, I could drop to the balcony below and sneak through that apartment.
With my plan in place, I casually crossed the street, watching Marek’s son exit the coffee shop out of the corner of my eye. He fell into step a few feet behind me, and I carefully ignored him as I swung the glass door open and walked past the rows of mailboxes on my way to the elevator. My hands tucked casually in my jeans, I looked straight ahead, watching as the numbers counted down.
A lady with a poodle got off, her eyes pinched as she looked down her nose at me. She saw jeans and my leather cut and thought it meant I was here to steal something. If she only knew I had accumulated enough wealth to buy this entire building. Twice over. And that didn’t include all the wealth from the Braterstwo that was now rightfully mine. Wealth my brother was no doubt spending at an alarming rate because the fucker had expensive tastes.
The elevator doors began to close as Tweedledee and Tweedledum rounded the corner, Marek’s son facing away from me along the wall where the mailboxes were. Dumbasses. They would be the first ones to go.
On the third floor, the elevator shuddered to a stop, and as soon as the doors opened, I jogged toward the door marked emergency exit. Taking the concrete steps two at I time, I heard a door opening far below me, and chanced a peek over the railing. My lip tugged up at the corner at the sight of Marek’s son booking it up the steps. Balcony exit it was.
The stairwell door shut behind me with a soft click, and I dug out the worn leather wallet from my back pocket. My set of lock picks slid into my palm as I approached apartment 12B. In ten seconds flat, I was in, softly shutting and locking the door behind me. The faint scent of roses filled my lungs, and I inhaled the lingering traces of her, desperate for a hit as I studied my surroundings.
Everything was tidy, as if she’d left for work. There were no moving boxes, empty shelves, or bare walls in either the living room or dining room. In the kitchen, there was still a coffee cup face down in the strainer.
Childhood pictures of Brandy and Cherry lined both sides of the hallway, and interestingly enough, neither of their parents appeared in any of them. I stopped in front of one where they had their arms around each other, in front of a school. Taking out my phone, I zeroed in on the name of the middle school and snapped a picture.
