by Bella J.
Oh, he was such an asshole.
Thinking of assholes…motherfucker! Adam’s car!
Hunter rushed to the front door, feeling like he had an entire legion of demons inside of him raging for him to kick the shit out of something. He was fucking seething, all his blood pumping to his fists.
Just as he flung open the door, he collided with someone—hard. Bags and pieces of fabric got tossed in the air and landed all around them. It was fucking chaos.
“What the fuck?”
“Hunter, what the hell, man?”
“Scarlet?” He stared at her in front of him.
“Yes, Scarlet. Who did you expect, the fucking mail man?”
“Jesus Christ. Where the fuck did you go?”
She held up the bags in her hands. “Duh.”
“You went shopping?”
“Yeah. We didn’t have a chance to pack anything since we had the SUV fuckers trying to kidnap my ass. So I thought that getting some clothes would be a good idea. I don’t know about you, but I prefer not to wear the same underwear for longer than a day.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You don’t wear underwear.”
Scarlet opened her mouth, then shut it again. She frowned. “Good point.”
He glanced down and noticed the display of color in the form of underwear and lingerie on the floor around him. “Scarlet, if you don’t wear underwear, why is the floor covered in lingerie?”
“I thought I’d give underwear a try. Plus, they were all just so pretty.” She reached into one of the bags she was still holding and pulled out a pair of CK boxer briefs. “I bought you some too.”
Unamused and un-fucking-impressed, he took a step closer to her. “You took my wallet.”
She matched his step and took one toward him. “I needed money.”
“Did you use my credit cards?”
“Do you think I’m stupid? You had enough cash in that wallet to feed an entire fucking country.”
Another step. “I think you’re stupid because you actually think you can continue playing this game with me.”
When she moved another step, dropping the bags, the entire atmosphere suddenly felt laden with pure, raw sexual tension. His eyes zeroed in on her mouth—those full, plump, heart-shaped lips which he knew tasted so fucking good.
“And what game is it that you think I’m playing, Ace?”
His gaze fell to her chest and he noticed that her breathing was just as strained as his. The anger and the red hot rage he felt five minutes ago morphed into an all-consuming need to fuck her until she couldn’t feel her damn legs.
“You know exactly what game I’m talking about.”
She stepped up, her chest flush against his. “What game, Ace?”
When she bit her lower lip, he fucking lost it. He grabbed her arm, spun her around, and pushed her face-first against the wall.
“A dangerous game.”
She squirmed against his hold. “What is it with you and pushing me against walls and windows?”
He pushed harder. “Shut up. You don’t know me. You have no idea what kind of monster your games are busy waking.” There was no stopping himself from grinding his cock against her firm ass, making him wish neither of them were wearing pants.
She pushed her ass out. “Maybe it’s the monster I really want.”
“You don’t know what the fuck you want.”
“Oh, I think I do.”
Slowly he started to wind her long hair around his fist, tighter and tighter. This was it. He was done fighting the bastard inside of him who wanted to ravish this woman, to prove that he had the ultimate control. If he could control her, he could control anyone.
With a hard jerk, he pulled her head back, and she gasped. A long, slow stroke with his tongue up her neck caused her to shiver.
He smiled. “You’ve been tempting me, woman, teasing me, walking around with no underwear, your tits barely covered by my shirt.”
“What can I say,” she started softly, “I’m a cock tease.”
He loosened the grip he had on her hair and reached both of his arms around her shoulders, brushing his knuckles against her chest. He slipped a finger inside the shirt, tracing it along the swell of her breast. Her skin was warm and soft, begging for him to taste it. “Is that what you want, Scar. My cock?”
“That all depends.”
“On what?”
“If it’s going to be worth it.”
Those words of challenge made him lose the last bit of his resolve. She had pissed him off too much, challenged him one time too many.
He took the shirt she was wearing between his fingers and tore it open with a hard jerk, buttons flying all around them. She gasped, and he glanced down, catching sight of her big, round, voluptuous breasts and a beautiful pink nipple. He grabbed her arm and turned her around, wanting those damn tits all up in his face.
“You really shouldn’t challenge me.” His gaze remained glued to her breasts.
“Why not? You afraid you can’t rise to the occasion?”
He grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms hard above her head, her breasts pushed up even more. “I’ve already risen to the occasion. The question is, can you handle it?”
She arched her back, wanting to push her breasts against his chest.
“I can handle anything.”
“Prove it.”
He took both her wrists in one hand, and brought one arm down to palm her breast. He leaned down, taking a hard nipple in his mouth, and heard her moan, the sound shooting straight down to his dick. He sucked and swirled and flicked his tongue, giving that hard nub all the attention it needed while Scarlet started to move against him, her own body betraying her. It was fucking beautiful.
He bit down and her loud moan hit the goddamn roof. If delicate and soft was what she wanted, she was definitely not getting it.
“Harder,” she ordered when he grazed his teeth around her breast. Fuck yeah.
So he gave her exactly what she asked for, biting down hard before sucking it all into his mouth. Her skin smelled like cherries and chocolate, and God knew it tasted even better.
“You think I can’t handle you, Ace?” she asked softly, pushing her chest out to give him more of her round flesh to suck on.
He let go of her nipple with a pop and looked her in the eye, raging lust turning into fiery desire. But the second he stared into those blue eyes he could almost feel them giving him back some of the resolve he lost a few minutes ago, swaying him into stopping what he was about to do. But fuck that shit. He wasn’t stopping. Not now.
He closed his eyes and slammed his lips against hers. The want, the need to have her, to feel and taste her, was too strong. He’d be dammed if he would let the color of her eyes rob him of what he really fucking needed. Her.
Their tongues lapped and danced, ravished and fucked, all the while his palm kneaded her breast, his fingers tugging at her nipples, earning him heady moans and labored breaths. The way he kept on pinching and pulling at her nipples had to be painful, but her moans of pleasure just got louder, her face flushed with desire. He deepened their kiss, their lips smacking together—hard and rough, their tongues fighting for control as they kept on ravishing each other. There was nothing romantic or sensual about what was happening. It was raw, it was primal, and it was about to consume them both.
Between devouring her lips and palming her breasts, he said, “We’re about to find out if you can handle me or not, Scar.”
She pulled her lips away from his and looked him square in the eye. “Then stop fucking around and show me what you’ve got.”
And that was all he needed to let the monster come out to play, to stop fighting and to just let it go.
He reached down, took her pants in his hands, and pulled fucking hard, tearing through the leather like it was nothing. Her pants were in tatters around her feet by the time he was done, leaving her completely naked in front of him. For a second he glanced down and admired her every curve. Every inc
h of her was put together to torture and tempt him. Legs that screamed to be around his neck. Hips that begged for him to push his fingers into their flesh while pounding her hard from behind. And a perfectly toned stomach for him to glide his lips down, down until he reached the smooth skin he’d felt in his palm earlier that day. He didn’t need to touch her or feel her heat for him to know that she wanted him now just as much as she wanted him when he had her pinned against his apartment window.
“You have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy fucking you, Scarlet.”
She raised a brow. “Oh, I have no doubt. Whether I’m going to enjoy it remains to be seen.”
Another challenge that hung thick in the air around them. Hunter loved it, the way she woke the determination in him to prove to her that he would be the best fuck she ever had.
He stepped back, never taking his eyes off hers. “I think you need to get on your knees for that.”
She smirked. “I don’t get on my knees for anyone.”
“It wasn’t a request.” He pushed down his pants and watched as her gaze fell to his cock. The way she licked her lips told him that she liked what she saw, that she needed what he had to give. She was going to fucking love having him inside her, rocking her body to ecstasy. He would make sure of it.
“On your knees,” he ordered again, his voice hard and demanding.
With pouting lips, she sashayed slowly toward him, her hips swaying from side to side. “Did I not make myself clear, Ace?” She stopped in front of him and wrapped her fingers around his cock, causing a violent ache to shoot up his spine. There was no stopping him from flexing, pushing deeper into her hand, wanting her to rub her palm up and down his hard flesh. “I don’t get on my knees for anyone…especially not a man.”
Within two seconds he had a grip on her arm, turning her around and bending her over the table in the middle of the foyer. All the little decorative shit Adam had on that table was now nothing more than broken pieces on the floor.
He glanced down at her ass while he had her one arm pinned behind her back. “You plan on fighting me?”
“What do you think?” she muttered with her face planted against the table.
The way her ass was up in the air, teasing the caged animal inside of him, he knew claiming her would be like nothing he had ever experienced.
He placed his palm on the soft flesh of her behind, gently rubbing in circles when he felt a shiver move up her body. Her skin was warm under his touch, but he wanted it pink and red, and he wanted it to burn—a lot.
“You know what, Scar? I think I’m going to enjoy you fighting me.” Then he slapped her ass, the red handprint protruding within a matter of seconds. She didn’t make a sound. She didn’t even move. So he did it again—this time harder, and the loud crack sounded around them. When he watched as more red and pink marks started to appear on her skin, it felt like he was staring at his own Mona Lisa, and he already felt beautifully possessive over it.
The ache that pulsed through his cock and up his spine was too much and he had to take his cock into his own hand, stroking it a few times just to relieve some of the pressure. The tension in his body, the need for release, was so intense that he had to focus on not losing it like a fucking wanker.
“Does that turn you on, kitten? The burn of my hand on your ass?”
She pushed her ass out even more. “Why don’t you feel for yourself?”
A low, guttural moan echoed in the back of his throat as he slid his finger between her legs, feeling exactly how turned on she was. The evidence was there—she was so fucking ready for him, her body weeping, begging for him to take her.
The craving to push into her slick heat, to feel her walls around him, was pushing him closer and closer to the edge of losing control. Distracted by his own desire, his own hunger, trying to control the raging animal inside him, Scarlet took advantage and slipped her arm out of his grip.
“You know what turns me on even more, Ace?”
“What?”
“Dishing out exactly what I receive.” Abruptly, she jerked up and spun around, slapping him hard across the face.
There was no time for him to register what the hell just happened. He was still trying to process the fact that his cheek was on fire from the blow of her palm when she crushed her lips against his, pushing her tongue as deep as possible into his mouth. Her hand was once again wrapped around his cock. With the sting still on his cheek, her tongue in his mouth, her breasts pushed against his chest, and her hand stroking and squeezing his cock—it all drove him fucking crazy. Jesus, he was about to lose it in her hand.
He palmed both her breasts and pushed her back, breaking the kiss and loosening her hold around his cock.
A wicked smile spread across her flushed face and she climbed onto the table, her legs spread wide. “What’s the matter, Ace? You can’t handle it? Am I being too rough for you?”
Once his gaze dropped, staring at the smooth, glistening heaven between her legs, he licked his lips, the only thought running through his head, how much he wanted to taste her.
He glanced up at her face, her full lips curved in to a wickedly delighted grin. Why did he have a feeling that this woman was about to change everything? The rules, the game…and the fucking player.
“You going on your knees, Ace?”
“I don’t need to go on my knees to taste you.”
He pushed her down until she lay flat on her back and he spread her thighs wide. With slow, leisurely strokes he glided his tongue from her knee, all along her inner thigh, feeling how she arched her back and the way her body shivered. The closer he got to the apex of her thighs, the more she squirmed, the more his cock demanded him to take her. The smell of that delicious female scent that drove men fucking insane completely overwhelmed his senses, and he licked his lips before blowing softly over her exposed sensitive flesh.
“Are you teasing me, Ace?”
“Is it working?” He slipped his finger inside her, and she arched her back again. A smug smile crept up at the corners of his mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
His lips moved all around the spot where he knew she wanted it—needed it. But he enjoyed teasing her too much, driving her body crazy. To know he had such power over her body was like no other high he had ever experienced.
A quick flick of his tongue, and her hips bucked in search of more.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she ordered, and grabbed his hair, fisting it in her hand.
“You don’t fucking tell me what to do. I’m in control here, not you,” he growled before he bit down hard on the soft flesh of her inner thigh, just above the Chinese symbol inked on her skin. Just as she cried out from the pain, he dragged his tongue through her slit, all the way from her entrance to her clit, and her cry quickly turned into a moan of pure ecstasy. It was like a fucking ballad, a symphony to his ears.
The second he tasted her, his tongue coated with her arousal, he knew he was fucked. Sweet, she was so damn sweet. A piece of heaven, that was what she tasted like, and he wanted to stay there between her legs forever. Drown in her taste, and her scent, and her moans, and the movement her hips were making against his mouth. The way she moved, the sounds that came out of her mouth were proof that her body was on fire for him, that she had an ache only he could still right at that moment.
Continuing to move his tongue over and through her pussy, he fisted his own cock, needing some relief from the pressure that had his body wound up tight. The more he tasted her, the harder he got.
Her moans got louder and louder, her hand gripping his hair tighter. She was so fucking close, he could taste it on his tongue.
“Fuck!” she cried out, and pulled his hair hard, forcing him to lift his head away from her. His scalp stung from the force, but the pain only added to his already raging lust for her.
“You are not in control here, Ace. You will never control me.” Again, her lips were on his, kissing him like he was the last fucking supper. Their tongues didn’t
dance. They didn’t taste. They ravished. They fucked while she licked her own taste from his lips.
He was done playing, he was done teasing.
“If I don’t fuck you right now, I’m going to lose it.”
“Then what are you waiting for, Ace?”
He palmed her between her legs and pushed two fingers inside her, watching as her head fell back while she let out a loud moan. That sound. The sound of her pleasure was instantly his new favorite sound in the world. Never had a woman’s sensual moans and cries of euphoria affected him this way. If he could keep her moaning like that the entire night, he would tie her to the fucking bed and lick her pussy until dawn.
With his lips devouring her neck, he continued to fuck her with his fingers. “There’s a rubber in my wallet.”
“You mean this one?” She held up a silver packet and smiled smugly before tearing it open between her teeth.
Dear God, the sight was so fucking erotic, it made his balls draw up and his cock twitch.
“What are you waiting for, then?” He shot her a challenging look. “Roll it on.”
She did. And in typical Scarlet fashion, she wasn’t gentle about it either.
Fuck, why did he love it so much? He was used to control, he needed control. But this, the way she gave as much as he did, felt wrong, yet insanely wild—and he fucking loved it.
The second the rubber was on, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer while his other hand wrapped around her thigh. He positioned himself between her legs, but didn’t want to look at her. He knew if he had to look into those blue eyes, he would hesitate. And he was too far gone to stop. So he kept his gaze down, wanting to watch as he claimed her inch by fucking inch.
“Last chance to back out, Scar.”
She pulled his hair once again, hard, jerking his head to the side. The pain shot straight down his spine. “Don’t be a pussy, Ace.”
Challenge accepted.
With one hard thrust he pushed inside her, his hips flexing as he gave her every inch of his cock. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her feet pushing into his ass as he continued to thrust forward. Even if he wanted to take it slow—which he didn’t—there was no way in hell he would have been able to. The way her inner walls squeezed him so damn tight, the way her heat wrapped around his cock as he pushed as deep as he could go, the pleasure was almost too much to handle.
