Chapter 17: Chapter Sixteen

The air inside Mirabella’s room felt heavy.

Her hand, still holding a little pose, trembled slightly as her wide eyes landed on him.

He sat there in the dark like he owned the place. His long legs stretched out lazily, one crossed over the other, his arm resting casually on the arm of the chair near her window. But there was nothing casual about his presence. His body radiated danger, his aura demanding, even though he wasn’t saying a word.

“Come here, Mirabella,” he said, his voice low, husky, and heavy with command.

Her pulse raced faster. “What are you doing here? How did you get inside my house? ” she asked, her tone sharp though her throat felt dry.

Hunter tilted his head slowly, his piercing eyes never leaving hers. “I left for a few days and you thought you were free of me. Didn’t you?”

Anger shot through her, overriding her fear. “You broke into my house! You have no right…”

“I have every right,” he cut in smoothly, standing now. The dim light from the hallway caught his sharp features, making his cheekbones even harsher, his jaw tight with restraint. “Do I need to tattoo it on your body before you know that you belong to me, Mirabella. I don’t need permission to come for what’s mine.”

Her body stiffened. “I don’t belong to you. You can’t control me.”

Hunter’s smirk was dark, almost predatory. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, and she instinctively backed away. He stalked her until her back met the wall. He leaned down, close enough that she felt the heat of his breath against her ear.

“I’ve been gone for three days,” he whispered roughly, his lips brushing her ear. “Three fucking days without you, and I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat. I haven’t touched anyone else. No one, Bella. Because no one does it for me. Only you. Only you make me burn like this.”

Her knees weakened at his words, even though her mind screamed at her to stay strong. “I’m not yours to touch. Stop making claims on me,” she whispered breathlessly.

Hunter chuckled low, his chest vibrating against hers. “You say that, but your body is saying something else. Is it? You remember my fingers deep inside you. The way you closed those eyes to feel everything I did to you.”

She gasped, her face flushing hot at his shameless words. “Shut up,” she hissed, trying to push at his chest, but he caught her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head against the wall.

“God, I missed this fire,” he growled, his eyes glinting. “The way you fight me, even while your heart is racing for me. I can hear it, Mirabella. I can feel it. You want me just as much as I want you.”

She shook her head furiously. Her chest rose and fell too quickly, her thighs pressed together instinctively.

Hunter leaned down, nipping at her jaw before trailing wet kisses down her neck. She shivered violently.

“Do you know how close I am to losing my mind?” he murmured, his hot breath sending waves of heat down her spine. “I dream of tasting you every night. I wake up hard, aching for you, but I don’t touch myself. No. I wait. I save every drop of it for you. Because you’re the only one who deserves it.”

Mirabella squeezed her eyes shut, struggling to breathe evenly. “You’re insane,” she managed, though her voice trembled.

“I’m insane for you,” Hunter corrected harshly. He dragged his tongue slowly along the column of her throat, sucking just under her ear until she whimpered. “Say you don’t feel this bella, say you don't get high on what I do to you.”

She wanted to say something, to yield at him to stop, but nothing came out of her mouth . She hated him for knowing her body so well and making her feel things she hasn't felt before. Making her have aches between her legs.

Hunter smiled against her skin, triumphant. Without letting go of her wrists, he guided her toward the bed. She stumbled back until the backs of her knees hit the mattress, and he pushed her down gently, hovering above her.

“I’m going to ravish every inch of you,” he whispered against her lips, teasing her. “And when I’m done, you’ll never doubt who owns this body.”

“Hunter—” she began, but her protest melted into a gasp as he released her wrists only to slide his hands under her shirt, lifting it up slowly.

Her stomach clenched at the intensity in his eyes as he revealed her soft skin. He bent down, kissing her belly, sucking at her navel until she arched against him.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he muttered, his mouth roaming lower while his hands slid up to her breasts. He kneaded them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the fabric of her bra until they tightened under his touch.

“Stop… please…” she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction.

He raised his head slightly, his lips brushing the swell of her breast. “You don’t want me to stop,” he murmured with a wicked grin. “Your body’s begging for me. So wet for me already.”

He pulled down the cups of her bra, exposing her pink hardened peaks. He caught one nipple between his lips, sucking hard, swirling his tongue around it until she cried out.

Mirabella clutched the sheets, her back arching off the bed.

Hunter groaned low against her breast. “God, I could suck on you forever. Look how you tremble for me. No man has had you like this, have they? Only me. Only Hunter makes you lose control.”

She whimpered, shaking her head, but her moans betrayed her.

He moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, biting gently until she gasped. His hand slid down her stomach, fingers brushing the waistband of her short skirt.

“I need to taste you,” he growled, sliding the fabric down her thighs. “I need to bury my tongue in you until you scream my name.”

Her eyes flew wide, but he didn’t wait for permission. Pushing her tight skirt up and removing her panties as fast as he could, he spread her thighs, lowering his head between them. His mouth found her heat instantly, sucking her clit hard. She cried out, clutching his hair, unable to stop her hips from bucking against his face. He licked her, sucked her and bit her in her sensitive part. She moaned and trashed on the bed uncomfortablely.

“Hunter! Oh God…”

“That’s it,” he groaned against her, licking her slowly then fast, then plunging his tongue deep inside her. “Give it to me. Fuck, you taste like honey.”

Mirabella shook violently, moaning helplessly as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her.

Hunter devoured her greedily, not stopping even when she begged, her thighs quivering around his head. His dirty words spilled against her soaked skin.

“No one else gets this. No one else makes me hard like you. You’re mine, Mirabella. My sweet, wet little obsession.”

She was already falling apart when he finally pulled back, his lips glistening with her wetness. He dragged his mouth up her trembling body, kissing her stomach, her breasts, her throat.

When he reached her lips, he kissed her deeply, forcing her to taste herself. She whimpered into his mouth, overwhelmed.

Then she felt it—his cock, thick and hard, pressing against her slick center. He was still clothed, but he had pulled himself out, the head rubbing against her folds, sliding back and forth.

“Hunter—” she gasped as realization hit her.

He smirked darkly, grinding against her without entering. “Not tonight,” he whispered harshly because of the pent up pressure in his cock. “I want you screaming my name when I finally fuck you. But tonight… I’m going to mark you another way.”

And then he began rubbing himself against her, his shaft gliding along her wet slit, smearing his precum across her swollen folds. He pressed the thick head against her clit deliberately, rolling his hips slowly.

She gasped, grabbing his shoulders as the friction pushed her closer to another high.

“You feel this?” he growled in her ear. “This is what you do to me. No one else. Only you make me this hard. Only you make me lose control.”

She whimpered, her body shaking as he kept grinding, faster now, rubbing himself against her until he was groaning, his breaths ragged.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he hissed, biting her neck as he thrust against her slick thighs. “And I want it all over you. I want you drenched in me.”

Seconds later, he erupted, his hot release spilling between her inner thighs, coating her skin, dripping down as he moaned her name harshly in her ear.

For long moments, only their ragged breaths filled the room.

Hunter finally pulled back, his lips curling into a dark, satisfied smirk. He dragged his fingers along the mess he left on her thighs, then lifted them to her lips.

“Open,” he commanded.

Her confused eyes looked at him, but under his piercing gaze, her lips parted. He slid his fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste him.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “That’s how mine you are.”

Mirabella trembled, caught between fury and unbearable desire.

Hunter leaned closer, brushing his lips over hers once more, his voice low and dangerous.

“Pack your things,” he ordered firmly. “You’re coming with me. You belong in my house, in my bed. Not here.”

Her heart thudded violently as said those words again.

She pushed against him, anger flashing through her. “No. I’m not going anywhere with you. You don’t own me, Hunter!”

His smirk only deepened. His eyes darkened with something unreadable, dangerous.

“Well, you don't get to have a say here,” he whispered.