Hunter moved back to court the bed and sat down. He took her hand in his.
“Mya I don’t hate you, I don’t know how I feel right now about you, but I’ve never hated you. How could I when I’m so attracted to you.” Hunter chuckled dryly. “You have turned my world upside down. When I see you I want to take you in my arms and make love to you until I’ve had enough, and then in the other hand I want to hurt you because I can’t forget what your mother tried to do to my father. I admit I’m obsessed with you be it for good or bad, but I am still obsessed, and I don’t know how to stop it.”
“Well if it’s any consolation I’m attracted to you also,” she admitted shyly. “I thought it was sick because you’re my half-brother until Mom told me you were adopted. That at least made me feel better, but you still hated me.”
“I don’t hate you Mya!” Hunter growled.
Mya sighed. “So what now?”
Hunter stared at her intently. How he wanted to kiss with her and make love to her until he got enough. That was impossible. Hunter rose from the bed.
“I better go,” he said at quietly.
Mya rose on the bed to her knees. “Don’t go Hunter,” she said breathlessly. If this was a mistake, let it be her mistake. Just as he wanted her, she wanted him.
Hunter turned with question and his eyes. “Be sure?” Mya nodded, and began to unbuttoned the front of her dress. Hunter’s body swiftly came to life. He watched as that dress sip from her shoulders displaying her lacy white bra. He licked his lips, as is our eyes devoured her silky skin. Slowly he moved back towards the bed, his eyes held captive by hers. He watched as she reached behind and removed her bra showing him full beautiful breast. He wanted to taste the dark tips that beckoned him. When the top half of her was totally bare, she reached her hand to him. When he closed around hers, she slipped her arms around his neck pressing her bare chest to his clothed body. Hunter slipped his hands in her hair holding her head as his mouth covered hers in a heated kiss, their tongues tangling. He groaned, Mya purred. She started pulling at his clothing, wanting to feel his skin next to hers.
Hunter stepped back and began to remove his clothing. “Take off the rest,” he said huskily. Mya pushed the dress down her hips along with her panties, tossing them to the floor. Hunter hissed. She was more beautiful than he would have ever thought. Flat tummy, round shapely hips and breast he could easily become even more obsessed with. She was perfect. Mya lay back on the bed, and watched as he undressed. His hair hung loose and wild around his shoulders as he unbuttoned his shirt to bare his body to her. His body was solid muscle and for a moment her breath caught because he reminded her of the native warrior she seen in books, along with the fact she’d never seen a man naked before. Yet she was still curious to know what his other parts looked like. His hands went to the waste of his pants and slowly began to unfasten the waist and lower the zipper. His hands stopped and he move to the bed. Was he not going to get naked she wondered? Mya frowned. Slowly he eased down one knee on the bed of and leaned over her. His gaze met hers just seconds before he lowered his head to capture a nipple in his mouth, feasting on it with as much intensity as he had when he kissed her earlier. As he sucked on her nipples sending sensuous sparks through her and between her legs, she couldn’t help arching her back silently begging for more. He braces himself on both sides of her as he hungrily feasted on her breasts. His mouth began to travel down her stomach stopping at her naval before moving lower. Mya tensed. “Relax sweetheart,” his deep voice sounding sexy and breathless. “Let me taste you.”
His hands begin to stroke her body, causing her to shutter as intense heat seem to fill her wanton body. His fingers moved lower through the curls, teasing the sensitive nub, testing the wetness between her legs before he slipped a finger inside and begin to stroke her.
“Hunter.” She said his name on a breathless moan making her yearn for something she never had. Mya lifted her hips against his hand, wanting to quench the thirst her body craved and fill the need that was consuming her. He lowered his head and she gasped when she felt the sharp tip of his tongue invade the area where his fingers had been. The sensation that single swipe of his tongue made was so powerful she thought she would faint. He gently grasped her hips lifting in position and then close his mouth over her heated flesh. Relentlessly he stroked her with his tongue, making her tremble all over. The fire within her was now blazing and needed to be extinguished. He continued to drive her crazy with his mouth when she thought she could take no more a sensation overtook her making her cried out before she could stop herself. She closed her eyes and let the power he had over her body take her, a second later her body shattered into a million soul sapping sensations and she couldn’t stop the scream that bubbled to the surface.
When he finally removed his mouth from her, she opened her eyes and met his gaze. Before she could do anything, he was kissing her and she tasted herself on his lips.
His body was throbbing, aching to be inside her, and was hard as a rock. In fact, his entire body felt hot and solid. Mya breathlessly said his name his body hardened even more from the sound of her throaty tone. Every part of him was ready to claim her as he pressed his mouth to hers immediately snatched a breath from her when his mouth covered hers and their tongues entwined, mingled and tasted. He needed to kiss her and feel her tremble with need beneath him. At the moment it didn’t matter that this was probably something they shouldn’t be doing but there was nothing that could stop them now. The thing that mattered to him was that she was allowing him, and she was as hot for him in a way that had his blood racing through his veins. Hunter rose before he was finished before they started. Mya looked at him panting rapidly doing all she could to slow down her racing pulse and wishing he’d hurry and remove the rest of his clothing. He glanced at her naked body up and down and Mya fought for control of her breathing. He proceeded to unzip his pants slowly while she noticed the huge budge pressed against them.
“Oh my,” she said breathed softly. She already knew he was tall and very handsome with thick dark hair flowing wildly around his bronzed broad shoulders and muscular chest that was sprinkled with strands that formed a path down the center of him. The part of him that would make her a woman was thick, long and impressive. She was unexpectedly afraid wondering if he would fit. Soon Hunter was joining her on the bed his mouth covered hers in a bones searing kiss. Mya locked her arms around his neck holding him close her fear forgotten. His mouth left hers and traveled down her body capturing the sensitive tips in his mouth. Mya moaned arching her back, as her fingers gripped his back his body covered hers and their gazes held and locked and she could feel the thick head of him slowly sinking her wetness. While her eyes were still locked with his she knew the exact moment he discovered her virginity.
“Please don’t stop, just do it,” she whispered, as she lifted her hips taking in little more of him inside her. Then she reached up pressing her lips to his.
“You should have told me,” he growled through gritted teeth.
“Does it matter now? Just don’t stop.”
His mouth covered hers his hands gripped her hips and he buried himself inside her to the hilt. They both inhaled deeply. The pain had been minimal, as she was ready to become a woman. He stilled for a moment letting her become accustom to his size and he accustomed to her exquisite tight walls. She lifted her hips, as her legs circling his hips and she withered and met thrust for thrust beneath him. He bent and captured a breast in his mouth and sucked as he rode her, loving the way her tight body felt beneath him. Seconds later, she felt her first sensual jolt. Her mouth fell opened, as her breath hitched in her throat. He grabbed hold of her hips and plunged deeper inside of her, she screamed out his name with the intensity of the climax she felt coming, causing her to cry out as he continue to push inside of her fast and deep, making her own body explode. Never has she felt anything so exhilarating and mind blowing. She felt like a woman now, as he continuously moved inside her. She felt more spasms
inside her, and she screamed his name once again at the same moment he cried out hers. When the spasms finally ended and she dropped her legs away beside him, she didn’t think she would ever feel anything so exquisite again in her life.
“You okay?” Hunter asked as she rolled to her side.
Mya didn’t even have the strength to raise her head to look at him. She was exhausted. She could barely breathe. “Yes I’m okay.”
Hunter leaned over her gazing at her lovely face. Her eyes were shut and a small smile graced her perfect lips. He smiled. She looks so sated and serene as her face literally glowed. He bent and gently kissed her lips. Without opening her eyes, she sighed, and her breathing evened out. She had fallen asleep.
Hunter eased out of Mya's bed. He gazed down at her one last time before turning away. He didn’t expect her to be a virgin. He cursed and pushed a trembling hand through his hair. He never experienced anything so mind blowing from an innocent and all he wanted to do was jumped back in bed with her and inside her. It didn’t matter that he just had the best sex in his life, but he still felt distrust of her. Even with her confession, it still didn’t convince him that she didn’t have unsavory plans against his father. So why did you have sex with her? The only answer was she has bewitched him, and he wanted to be with her again. Hunter groaned when he realized he did not use protection. He had never gone without protection, never. What the hell. He prayed nothing developed behind his obsession. Hunter glanced at her one last time before leaving.
Mya woke up with a groan and sat up sharply. “Oh god, oh god, what did I do!” She asked herself, falling back on the bed and covering her face of the pillow. “I had sex with Hunter.” She groaned. The one who hated the sight of her, the one who thought she was a cheat and a liar. How stupid could she have been?
“Oh no, no, no!” She cried into the pillow. How was she ever going to face him now? She pushed a pillow away. How would she be able to sit across from him at the dinner table without reliving the day that they made love in her room?
Her father offered her an apartment closer to the campus, and just this second she decided to accept. Since she didn’t drive, she had to bother the family driver whenever she had classes, so it all made perfect sense. She would talk to her father about it as soon as he returned and then move into her own place. Needing to soak the soreness from her body, she got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to fill the bathtub with water. Her lips twitched into a smile. She never felt anything like that before, and just the thought still gave her thrills. She glanced into the mirror above the sink, and didn’t look any different now that she had lost her virginity. Maybe now Hunter won’t hate her as much as he did before. She sighed.
“You’ll get through this Mya; you’ve gotten through worse.”
Chapter 8
A few weeks later, Mya was moving into her own apartment, and promised Sylvie that she would spend her weekends at home. They had fun buying furniture and decorating her small one bedroom apartment, and she actually enjoyed living on her own. Naturally, Ghani and Sylvie both worried about her being alone and on her own, but she was in a good part of town and her father had a state of the art security system installed. And besides, she was close to the campus and that was the reason for her move. At least that’s what she led her parents to think was her reason. She had not seen or heard from Hunter since the day they had sex in her bedroom, not that she expected to. It was what it was. He had sex with her because of his admitted obsession with her, and to tell the truth she hoped that he was now over it.
Her doorbell rang just as she was getting out of the shower, and after going to the door and looked through the peephole, she disarmed the alarm before opening the door.
“Hunter what are you doing here?” She asked with concern. “Are my parents okay?”
“They’re fine,” he answered moving past her. She frowned at him. If she remembered correctly, she hadn’t invited him in.
“Well, what do you want then?” She asked as she closed the door.
Hunter looked at her. It was obvious that she had just stepped out of the shower, and he imagined that she was naked beneath that thick robe she wore. Ever since that day in her bedroom, he could not get over how she felt in his arms as they made love out of his head. No, they had sex. He knew he should just walk out the door and not look back, and he certainly didn’t mean to come here tonight, but some unknown force had him parked in front of her apartment.
“God help me Mya, I don’t know whats come over me. I don’t trust you, and against my better judgment, I came here because damn it I want you. I don’t know what your motives are and right now, I don’t care. All I care about is being inside you.”
“Against your better judgment?” She repeated. “How dare you! I have no motives and I don’t care if you trust me or not. I left my parent’s house because of you, you bastard. How dare you. You think you can just come in here and treat me like some whore? You won’t ever touch me again, I hated what I allowed you to do, and you will not be doing it again, get out!”
Hunter knew she was lying. She screamed his name far too many times for her to hate what they shared. He grabbed her and pushed her against the door before covering her mouth with his as she struggled and pulled at his hair. He lifted his head glaring down her and she up at him, both of them breathing heavily.
“You are a liar Mya. I know you enjoyed me making love to you. I can still hear you screaming my name,” Hunter taunted, his mouth so close that their breaths mingled.
“We didn’t make love… that was just sex,” she countered.
“Okay so it was sex, but it was great sex,” he replied conceitedly.
“I don’t know if it was or not, you were my first, so I have nothing to compare it to. Come back some other time when I do,” she goaded.
His fingers tightened on her arms. The idea of another man touching her infuriated him.
“No other man will touch you,” he growled before his mouth covered her.
Mya’s hand gripped his hair again, but this time she slipped her fingers through it to hold him to her. As Hunter’s lips trailed down to her neck, her eyes closed and she moaned. He found the belt to her robe, loosened it, and slipped the robe off her shoulders to puddle at their feet. He placed small kissed down her shoulders, taking one breast in his mouth while his large hand fondled the other. Mya purred. He fell to his knees, raining kisses on her stomach. She looked down at his head as he moved lower. His hands opened her thighs, and the first touch of his mouth on her, she gasped as her suddenly weakened knees buckled. His hands gripped her hips holding her up as he sucked and tasted her. He lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder as he drank of her nectar greedily. Mya held his head to her when the first spasms struck, and when she screamed her release, Hunter rose, lifting a pre-climatic Mya and carrying her to the bedroom.
Spring break was just around the corner and Mya sat at the table studying for a midterm exam, when a loud banging on her door disturbed her. She rushed to the door looking out of the peephole and saw that a man and a woman.
“Yes?” She said through the door.
“Miss Trent, I’m Detective Morgan. Can I have a word with you?”
“Can I see a badge?” She asked.
He held up his badge to the peephole, and after noting its authenticity Mya sighed and opened the door.
“Miss Trent, this is my partner Detective Harrison, and we need to ask you a few questions,” Detective Morgan said.
“Okay I guess, come on in,” she invited.
After the detectives crossed the threshold, Mya closed the door and turned to face them.
“Miss Trent, are you the daughter of Henry Trent?” Detective Morgan asked.
“Yes is something wrong with my father?” She asked quickly.
“No ma’am.”
“Then what is this about?”
“Miss Trent, we received an anonymous call on our crime hotline that accuses you of putting a hit out on yo
ur father,” Detective Harrison said harshly.
“What! I did no such thing! You have no evidence that I did something like that!”
“Unfortunately for you Miss Trent, we received evidence that says otherwise. We would like you to come down to the station to clear this up. We have to put you under arrest and read you your rights,” Detective Morgan stated. “Do you understand?”
“Under arrest?” An exasperated Mya said sharply as her heart pounded in her chest. “But I haven’t done anything!”
“I’m sorry ma’am but this is procedure. Because you are coming willingly, I see no need to use the handcuffs.”
“Would you like to change clothing?” Detective Harrison asked.
Mya looked down at the tank top and shorts she had on. She nodded and moved to go to her bedroom, with detective Harrison close behind her. She returned with a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt on, and as they departed, Detective Harrison started to read the Miranda Rights to her.
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