Hunter

by Blaire Drake

  I wanted to... Fuck. I wanted to do so many things to her. I wanted to fuck her every which way until she begged me to stop because she couldn't take her. I wanted my cock inside her every possible way—her mouth, her cunt, her ass. I wanted her mouth around my dick while she bucked her pussy against my face. I wanted her tongue flicking against the head of my cock as I fucked her tits.

  I wanted her screaming.

  Crying.

  Moaning.

  Begging.

  Groaning.

  Pleading.

  Bruised.

  Bleeding.

  Exhausted.

  I wanted everything she couldn't take.

  Everything that would make her hate me.

  I wanted to grab her so hard my fingers left bruise marks.

  I wanted to kiss her so hard her lip bled.

  I wanted to spank her so hard she'd stop feeling it.

  I wanted her bound and at my mercy.

  I wanted her tied.

  Knotted.

  Restrained.

  Chapter Fifteen – Adriana

  He looked at me.

  He was torn.

  He was... trying, I realized.

  Trying not to give in.

  Trying not to give me what I wanted.

  His war was in his eyes, the battle being fought in the tautness of his muscles.

  His shirt strained over his shoulders. His arms bulged against the tight material that hugged his body, and if I dropped my eyes, I could see his long, hard cock pushing against his pants.

  I took a deep breath of air as the intensity of his gaze burned through me. I felt it everywhere although he was only looking into my eyes. My skin tingled a little more with each second that passed that he didn't move, and a dull, lustful ball of desire formed in my lower stomach. It spread downward until my clit throbbed and my pussy ached, slowly getting wet as the thoughts of him, Hunter unrestrained, flashed behind my eyes.

  Would he be what I wanted?

  Would he be rough?

  Ready?

  Would he be unrelenting, almost dangerous with every touch?

  Would he leave marks?

  Would it hurt?

  Would he like it?

  Would I?

  My body thrummed with the anticipation. Oh my God, I was excited. I didn't understand it. I'd never wanted rough. I'd never wanted to be... hurt... before. But with him... I trusted him to hurt me without causing me pain. I trusted him to hurt me so it was pleasure.

  I wanted him. I wanted it. I wanted everything.

  My fingers twitched at my sides.

  If I touched him, would he move?

  If I spoke, would he falter?

  Would he ever give in?

  Chapter Sixteen – Hunter

  The lust that shone back at me in her eyes made my cock twitch.

  I had no idea what she was thinking. I had no idea if the shadow behind the desire that was so bright was fear or anticipation.

  I didn't know if she was afraid of me or waiting for me.

  I wanted both.

  I wanted her to fear what I could do to her, because I did.

  Her tongue flicked out. It glided across her lower lip, and I dropped my eyes. The movement was so slow I knew it was deliberate, but I was amazed by the way the wetness glinted in the dull light that the strip cast through the window.

  I was amazed by the way she stood so still, so steady...

  She wanted me... to see me. To know me. To see who I was. The monster I'd changed into in her absence.

  I took a slow, deep breath, and locked my eyes onto her. “You want me to show you who I really am?”

  She didn't blink as she answered. “Yes.”

  I let go.

  Chapter Seventeen – Adriana

  If I thought he was wild before, I was mistaken.

  He kissed me like a starving man. His fingers wound into my hair at the base of my neck and tugged hard as he unleashed a devastating assault on my mouth with his. I couldn't breathe as his tongue fought viciously with mine. I couldn't think as adrenaline pumped my desire around my body, consuming me.

  His fingers dug into my side as he spun me and pushed me back against the window seat. I held my hand out behind me to soften my fall, but Hunter broke the kiss to drop me down. The chill of the window seeped through my shirt as he bent down and pushed me back.

  His grip on my hair didn't waver, and I gasped as he yanked my head back. He bit my lip, slowly dragging it between his teeth, causing tiny jolts of pain and pleasure to shoot through my body.

  I moaned.

  I couldn't help it.

  Hunter's hot breath cascaded over my skin as he slid one leg between my knees and ghosted his mouth over my jaw. My scalp stung from his unrelenting hold on my hair, but my heart was pounding so ferociously that I barely noticed the pain. His lips were too hot as they licked, nipped, and sucked their way down my neck, even as his teeth grazed my tender pulse point.

  I shivered.

  He smiled.

  It felt dark, if a smile could feel dark. I knew he knew what he was doing, and that smile made me shiver again. He was so in control of every single movement he made... so focused on every single touch.

  It was almost unnerving.

  He set my body alight with every move, and even the slightest sensation of his breath across my skin had my hairs all standing on end.

  He pulled the strap of my tank top down over my shoulder, then reached between us to do the same to the other side. He kept this up, slowly moving each strap down an inch further before switching, dragging his fingertips down my arms. The fabric rolled and bunched over my breasts before it finally snapped down and he pulled the straps over my hands.

  It was the strangest, most sensual thing I'd ever experienced.

  My nipples tingled and hardened almost painfully against my bra. Hunter dipped his mouth to my collarbone and flicked his tongue out across the hollow curve. I inhaled sharply as he cupped one of my breasts with his firm hand.

  He ran his thumb back and forth over the line where the cup ended and my bare skin began. He swirled his tongue down my skin until it took the place of his thumb and dipped inside the cup. The tip brushed across my nipple, and the slight touch sent a wash of heat through me.

  He moved to the other, did the same, and back, again, and again, and again.

  Like he was deciding what he wanted to do with me.

  I reached between us and unclipped my bra. His laugh was dark and low as the cups sprung apart. I barely had a chance to respond before he grasped one tit and took my nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over and over again, and I arched my back as pinched the other and rolled it between his finger and his thumb.

  It hurt, but at the same time, it didn't.

  I didn't know what it was apart from fucking amazing.

  He slid my bra over my shoulder and down. The trailing of the soft straps against my skin tickled, but I couldn't laugh, because Hunter pushed me back against the glass and hooked two of his fingers in my waistband.

  At the front.

  I swallowed hard.

  His lips curved upward into a delicious smirk that screamed of dirty things.

  He undid the button of my jeans in one swift movement, and then pulled at them, despite the fact my butt was on the sofa. He seemed to realize this exactly when I did, because he scooped one arm behind my back, lifted me, and pushed my pants down by sliding his hand down and over my ass.

  I hit the cushion hard as he immediately turned his attention to removing my jeans. They were gone in seconds, and before I could laugh, he was forcing my underwear off without lifting me. He pulled the string panties off over my feet, then stood, keeping hold of them.

  His eyes fixated on mine despite the fact we were in opposite states of undress. “I'm going to tell you what I want—what I really want—to do to you. You can tell me no at any time. I won't go further than you want.”

  I nodded, breathing quickly.<
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  “No, Adriana. Tell me you understand.”

  I understood then. He wanted my consent. My silence couldn't be misunderstood, then. If I said yes now, then every time I stayed quiet from then on would be a yes. “Yes,” I said quietly. “I understand.”

  He stared at me for a moment then dropped my thong on my thigh. I breathed deeply as I watched him grasp the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head, revealing his toned body.

  Hunter leaned forward on the seat, kneeling with one knee, and grasped my underwear. His breath skittered across my mouth as he reached behind me and took hold of one of my wrists. “I want you tied up,” he whispered. “So you can't use your hands. So you can't push me away.” He brought both of my hands together and secured them.

  Using my underwear.

  He smiled against my jaw and trailed his fingertips up my side. “I want to push you to your knees so you can suck my cock, then I want to sit you on the edge of this seat and lick your cunt until your juices coat my tongue. I want to flip you over onto your front and fuck you until you scream my name.” He lowered his voice as he said the last three words, and they rolled off of his tongue so slowly that they teased over my skin in the most perfect threat.

  “And,” he continued, pulling my hair and hovering his mouth above mine. “I'm going to pull your hair so hard I'll see your face when you do. I'm going to smack your tight ass until you moan, and I'm going to fuck you so goddamn hard you'll forget there was ever anyone else inside you.”

  Sweet fucking God.

  Cazzo.

  Carlo 'Hunter' Rosso was definitely not the boy I fell in love with.

  He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, and with his other arm around my waist, guided me forward and onto my knees. I didn't think sucking cock was supposed to be this hot, but there was something alluring about me being completely naked with my hands tied, and him standing in front of me, his jeans still on, all ripped abs and tatted skin and daring smirk.

  I watched raptly as he stood in front of me and undid his pants. His arms flexed as he did so, and my mouth went dry as he pushed down his jeans, exposing how obviously his hard cock was pushing against his underwear. The soft-looking cotton hugged it perfectly, and I could see the smooth outline of it as it strained for freedom.

  Unbidden, my tongue darted out to wet my lips.

  A low sound rumbled deep in his throat as he pulled down his boxers. His cock sprung free from the confines of his underwear, and I took a deep breath as he stepped out of the clothing. Hunter reached down and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and slowly stroked himself.

  Holy shit, that's hot.

  He guided himself toward my mouth. I'd sucked cock before—not often—but I knew exactly what I was doing. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to drive him wild, but without my hands, I was limited to doing literally what it said on the tin.

  Still, I leaned forward and flicked my tongue against the end of his dick. The slight taste of precum already sitting there lingered in my mouth as I cut his slowness short and wrapped my lips around him.

  He jerked as I pulled him right into my mouth. I closed my eyes as I bobbed my head back and forth, my tongue working the end of him. I tried several times to reach out and grab his cock, but the bind cut into my wrists and stopped me from doing that.

  Minutes later, he stopped me and all but threw me onto the seat. I gasped as my bare back pushed against the glass, but Hunter didn't falter as he pushed my legs open and dropped to his knees. His tongue found my pussy easily, licking from ass to clit. I bucked my hips into him as he focused in on the tiny bundle of nerves, covering all of me with his mouth.

  His grip on my legs was almost painful, but he explored my wetness with his tongue until the pleasure overcame me and I rode out my orgasm against his mouth.

  He flipped me over onto my side and slapped his hand across my ass. I cried out at the sting that radiated across my skin, but he just chuckled and forced me onto my front. He got on the seat behind me, illuminated by the nighttime lights, and grabbed my hips. He yanked me back and up onto my knees, something I couldn't do myself because of my bound hands, and slapped my other ass cheek.

  It was hard. It hurt. It was hot. I loved it.

  “You want all of me, Adriana? You want to know who I really fucking am?” he growled, rubbing the end of his cock along my pussy. He grabbed my hair with his other hand and wrapped it around his fist, pulling my head back. “You want to know?”

  “Yes!” I pleaded with him although I didn't mean to. I wanted to know, to feel him. I wanted to know exactly who he was because I was guessing still and I hated it.

  The one word was all he needed.

  He slammed himself inside me. My muscles tensed at the immediate intrusion, and I gasped. He dug his fingers into my tender ass cheek as he thrust his hips. His movements were unrelenting and everything he'd promised me. It was a pure, hard fuck. It was brutal in its force, and I was completely stuck in the position I was in, unable to do anything but lie here.

  He slapped my ass again, then reached around in front of me and rubbed my clit with his finger. I moaned loudly as he spread my ass cheek and sat back a tiny bit so every thrust buried his cock inside me deeper.

  I was done for. My body swamped with heat. My heart beat so fast I was sure I would die if I didn't reach my orgasm soon. But Hunter was relentless... And he was right.

  I begged.

  I pleaded.

  And...

  I screamed.

  He collapsed on top of me, his sweaty skin sticking to mine. His harsh, broken breaths fluttered my hair as he finally released it, and I sighed in relief as he undid my thong, letting my hands fall to my sides.

  “Do you hate me, yet?” he whispered in my ear, pulling out of me.

  I shook my head, my eyes closed. “No. I never could.”

  He let out a long, shaky breath, and then kissed the side of my mouth. It was tender, contradicting the way he'd just brutally fucked me. “Good.”

  “Hunter?” I asked when he stood up.

  “What?”

  “What...” I took a moment to gather myself and opened my eyes. “What happened to the pizza?”

  His lips tugged up on one side. “It's in the kitchen. I got it when he knocked.”

  I frowned and rolled onto my side. “Thank you,” I said when he threw his t-shirt at me. “He knocked.”

  “Yeah.” He stopped, his underwear in his hands. “Why else did you think I went out to the front door?”

  I opened my mouth but swiftly closed it again.

  Well.

  That made sense of that.

  Chapter Eighteen – Hunter

  The laugh echoes off the walls of the room. My laugh. It sounds like a soulless monster's laughter.

  It's the only explanation why I'm standing in front of a family of five. Mom, Dad, three teen boys. She's innocent, but I already know her fate—and her boys'. They'll be taken into the arms of Enzio's men, unless they disagree, and then I have a bullet with their name on.

  Mom... Poor Mom. She'll be raped by the sick bastards behind me and left for dead. If she's lucky.

  Or unlucky. It depends how you look at it.

  “Please,” Samuel Amos begs, hugging his wife tighter to his side. “Tell Enzio it was a mistake—it won't happen again! I was let down by Nazio.”

  I tilt my head to the side, a cruel smirk forming on my lips. “Really, Samuel? You want me to go to my boss and tell him it was a mistake? Again? How many more mistakes are you doing to make before you admit responsibility for your fuck up, pezzo di merda? How much mercy do you think Enzio will allow you?”

  “Please, Carlo. You're just a boy. Don't do this.”

  “Assassino to you.” I raise the gun an inch and shoot a hole through the wall right above his head. “Your boys.” I wave the gun at all three of them. “Are they coming with me, or are they joining you in the graveyard, mio amico?”

  “Not my boys,” Lisa
Amos sobs next to him. “Please, Carlo, not my boys!”

  “Assassino,” I growl, turning the barrel of the gun toward her. “Last chance, Samuel, or I'll save your wife the next three hours. What's your choice?”

  “Go,” Samuel whispers to them. “It's okay.”

  Neither of the three say a thing as they get up from the floor. Lisa sobs, and deep inside me, a spark of guilt flickers. Not enough to care. Not enough to give a shit that they won't make their eighteenth birthdays. They're weak.

  “Gui,” I order one of the guys standing behind me. I gesture for him to restrain the three of them. He nods at two of the other giant guys behind me and within seconds, all three are cuffed and shoved from the room. The dining room door slams shut and Gui's rough voice tells them to shut the fuck up.

  Samuel looks at me. “Please, Assassino. Not my wife. Do anything to me, but spare her. Spare my boys.”

  “You knew the rules, Samuel,” I spit. “You were warned last time what would happen if you fucked up again.”

  Lisa's scream ricochets from the walls as she's pulled from his side, and when he reaches for her, I dart forward. His nose cracks as my knuckles collide with it, and he falls to his side, blood gushing from it.

  “Now, now, Samuel. You know the rules, mio amico. She's paying for your sins, you stupid cunt.” I kick his ribs. “You can play, though.” I reach down and grab his scruffy hair, forcing him to look at where his wife is being pinned down. “Where first?” I rasp into his ear. “Her mouth? Her cunt? Or maybe you want to see her pretty ass ripped apart by my boys?”

  “Stop it!” He struggles against me.

  I ram my foot into his spine and he yells out in pain. “All three? That's okay. They're good at taking rules.”

  “Hunter.”

  Lisa's shirt is ripped off by Antonio, and now it's his laughter that fills the room. She screams, tears pouring down her cheeks, and fights with all she's worth. She lashes out at Massimo, but he's got at least one hundred and fifty pounds on her, so it's futile.

  She screams again. Like someone will hear her.