Chapter 25: Chapter Twenty-four

Hunter didn’t give Mirabella a warning. One second, his dark gaze locked with hers, and the next…

He slammed into her.

The force knocked the breath from her lungs, her cry sharp and broken, echoing in the room. Her nails clawed at his back, her back arching off the bed as his cock filled her to the hilt. There was no mercy, no gentleness. He was too far gone, too obsessed with the feel of her body wrapped around him.

“Hunter…” she gasped, but the rest was swallowed by the sound of his ragged breathing above her.

“Yes, baby…” His voice was guttural, broken. He buried himself deep, his hips snapping hard and fast, the bed creaking under the brutal rhythm. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight… I can’t stop…can’t go slow.”

Her body burned. Every thrust was fire, stretching her, claiming her, and though her body ached from the sheer force, waves of raw pleasure tangled with the sting. Her lips parted in a cry, but what left her throat was closer to a moan, needy cries.

He bent low, their foreheads pressed together, sweat dripping from his temple onto her skin. “You feel it, don’t you Bella?” His voice was low, dark, almost a growl. “How fucking obsessed I am with this pussy. I can be buried inside you all day and I’ll never get enough.”

Her eyes fluttered, tears pooling as her body was battered with overwhelming sensation. She doesn't know what she was feeling. How can sex be this overwhelming.

“Hunter please…” she whispered in her already broken voice, not sure if it was a plea to slow down or to never stop.

“Say my name again,” he ordered, hips slamming harder, deeper. “I want to hear you say my name.”

She did. Her voice cracked as she cried his name, nails dragging across his back, leaving angry red marks. He groaned at the sting, rutting harder, like her touch only pushed him further into madness.

Minutes blurred. There was no space, no thought—only his body driving into hers, only her body clenching and yielding to him in the same desperate breath.

Then, suddenly, he shifted. With a growl, he flipped them, his cock never leaving her. She was now straddling him, her palms braced on his chest, hair falling over her flushed face.

“Fuck me,” he commanded, his voice rough, his hands gripping her hips. “Fuck me senseless, Mirabella. Ride me until you can’t breathe.”

Her lips parted in shock, but his dark gaze left no room for refusal. His cock pulsed inside her, thick and unyielding, and her own body betrayed her. She began to move. Slowly at first, hips rocking against his, her breath shuddering as she felt every vein, every inch of him stretching her.

“Yes,” he hissed, head falling back on the pillow, veins straining in his neck. “Just like that…fuck…you feel so fucking good.”

The tension in her belly coiled tighter with each movement. She wanted release, needed it desperately. Her pace quickened, desperate and clumsy, her nails digging into his chest as tears of frustration pricked her eyes.

“Hunter…I can’t…” Her voice broke. “I can’t seem to fall. My body won’t…it won’t let go. I’m stuck. It’s too much.”

He snapped his head forward, grabbing her jaw roughly. His lips brushed her ear, his voice a dark whisper. “You’re learning fast. You’re greedy for it. That’s good, baby. That’s what I want.”

With a sudden growl, he flipped them again. Now he was back on top, his cock buried deep inside her, and before she could catch her breath, he began to pound into her relentlessly.

She cried out, clutching the sheets, her body bouncing with the force of his thrusts. Her head tossed side to side, tears slipping free, but her moans betrayed her.

“Let go,” he ordered between gritted teeth. His hand snaked between them, his thumb pressing hard against her clit as he drove deeper. “Come for me, baby. I’ll drag it out of you if I have to.”

Her back arched violently. The overwhelming wave finally crashed over her, ripping a scream from her throat as her climax shattered her. Her whole body shook, her cunt clenching violently around his cock, milking him.

But he wasn’t done.

Even as she sobbed from the force of it, he kept moving, hips pounding harder, sweat dripping onto her breasts. “That’s one,” he growled. “Give me another.”

Her second orgasm tore through her, her thighs trembling uncontrollably, her nails breaking skin on his back. Still, he didn’t stop.

By the time her third climax hit, she was crying openly, her body convulsing, the sheets soaked beneath them.

Only then did his thrusts grow sloppy, his breath ragged. His body shuddered violently as he groaned against her throat, his cock spilling hot and deep inside her.

He collapsed against her chest, both of them shaking, their skin slick with sweat. For long minutes, the only sound was their ragged breathing and the thundering of hearts.

It was nearly noon when he finally stirred, brushing damp hair from her forehead.

“You hungry, baby?” His voice was hoarse, softer now.

She swallowed, lips dry. “I’ve been hungry… since morning.”

He smirked, kissing the corner of her mouth before standing and pulling her into his arms. Without another word, he carried her into the bathroom.

The shower steamed around them as he set her down. His hands moved over her body with deliberate care, washing her gently, his large palms soaping her shoulders, her arms, her breasts.

“Your turn,” he murmured, handing her the soap.

Shyly, she washed him, her eyes flicking down and away from his body.

“You’re still not used to seeing me naked,” he teased darkly. “Should I turn you around and fuck you against the tiles?”

Her cheeks burned as she quickened her motions.

When she tried to wash his cock, she held him in her hand and squeezed harder than intended, hoping to fluster him.

Instead, his head fell back with a groan. “Fuck, baby, who thought you to do that? Keep going. Stroke me just like that.”

She jerked her hand away, face flaming. He laughed, low and wicked, before pulling her under the spray to rinse.

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In the kitchen, he lifted her easily onto the counter, ignoring her protests. He moved around the space with surprising ease, pulling bread, cheese, and tomatoes from the fridge.

“Sit still,” he ordered, slicing the bread.

“You know how to cook,” it wasn't a question but a statement. She could have never thought that Hunter knows his way around the kitchen.

“Oh, sure… this is just a piece of cake

When Maria walked in, her eyes widened. “Sir, let me…”

“I’ll do it,” Hunter cut her off without looking at her. She nodded quickly and slipped away.

When he was done, he assembled a simple toasted sandwich and set it on a plate. Standing before her, he broke a piece and lifted it to her lips.

“I can feed myself,” she whispered.

His sharp gaze silenced her. Reluctantly, she parted her lips and let him feed her.

Between bites, he leaned in to kiss her lips, her cheeks, her hair. His fingers toyed with her strands, his lips trailing to her ear, then lower, kissing the swell of her breasts under the thin white singlet. Her nipples hardened, pressing against the fabric, and he chuckled darkly before sucking one through the cloth.

“What are you doing…?” she whispered, tugging his shirt.

But he only deepened the kiss, his mouth hot and demanding against hers.

The sound of the door startled Mirabella.

“Oh, I need water…” A female voice rang out.

Mirabella froze, her eyes snapping open to see a young woman standing in the doorway, a large travel bag in one hand and a purse in the other.

Her gaze swept the scene—her brother standing between a girl’s legs, their mouths locked, her shirt tugged halfway up. Ashley’s brows shot up in surprise.

“Well,” she snickered, clearing her throat loudly.

Mirabella tugged urgently at Hunter’s shirt. “We…we have company,” she whispered.

But Hunter didn’t move. Only when he was ready did he release her lips, turning lazily toward the door. His arm never left Mirabella’s waist.

“Ashley,” he said flatly. “You didn’t say you were coming.”

She rolled her eyes. “Since when do I have to inform you before coming to your house?” Her gaze shifted to Mirabella, her lips curling in intrigue. “But this… this is new.”

Mirabella slid down from the counter shyly, tugging her singlet down.

Hunter’s hand rested on her back, possessive. “This is Mirabella. My woman.”

Mirabella’s breath caught at his words.

Ashley’s eyes widened briefly before she smirked. “Your woman? Now that’s a first.” She stepped forward, offering a hand to Mirabella. “Nice to meet you.”

Mirabella hesitated, then shook her hand softly. “Nice to meet you too.”

Ashley’s grin widened. “Oh, I like you already.”

Hunter, however, only frowned.