Chapter 32: Chapter Thirty-one

The kitchen was warm, lit by the morning sun that poured through the small curtains. Mirabella stood at the sink in only one of Hunter’s shirts, the fabric so large on her tiny frame that it slid off one shoulder, baring her smooth skin. The shirt stopped just below her hips, leaving her long legs bare and seductively open. She hummed softly, her hands submerged in soapy water as she washed the dishes.

Behind her, the door opened and the sound of heavy footsteps approached. Slow. Steady. Powerful.

Her heart skipped a beat. He stopped right behind her, his broad chest pressing lightly against her back. He wore only a pair of white pants, hanging low on his waist, his toned muscled body on full display. The heat of his skin seeped into her as he lowered his head and pressed his lips to her bare neck.

She let out a surprised laugh, her hands still wet in the sink.

“Hunter… what are you doing?”

His lips dragged across her neck as his voice, low and rough, brushed her ear.

“I want you. Now.”

Her breath caught. The way he said it wasn’t a request—it was a need. A hunger that needed urgent quenching.

Without another word, he reached around her body, plucking the dish from her hand and setting it back in the sink with a clatter. He grabbed the tap, rinsed the soap from her hands quickly, then turned her with a strong, fluid motion so she was facing him.

Her wet hands were forgotten as his mouth crashed onto hers, hot and demanding. Mirabella moaned into his mouth, clinging to his strong arms for support as his tongue slipped past her lips, devouring her. Tasting her.

One of his hands slid under the shirt, his touch hot against her skin as he pushed it higher, brushing her bare thighs. In one smooth motion, he hooked his fingers into her panties and tugged them down, letting them fall to the floor.

He didn’t give her time to breathe. His arms scooped her up easily, setting her on the counter beside the sink. The cool marble surface pressed against her thighs as he stepped between her legs, spreading them wide.

His lips left hers only to trail down her throat, murmuring desperate, dirty words in between.

“You’re mine… every inch of you. I need to feel you wrapped around me.”

Her hands clutched his shoulders, trembling with anticipation. He looked into her eyes, raw hunger flashing in his dark gaze as he shoved his pants down just enough. His hard shaft sprang free, thick and hard, standing proudly.

“Hold me,” he ordered, grabbing her trembling hand and guiding it.

Her cheeks flamed as her fingers wrapped around his hot, throbbing cock. He groaned at the touch, his head falling back for a second before he looked at her again.

“Guide me inside you.”

Her heart pounded, but she obeyed. With nervous, shaky movements, she positioned him at her slick pussy entrance. His breath hissed between his teeth as the head pressed against her folds, her body already wet and ready.

Then—he pushed his dick inside.

A gasp tore from her throat as he slid into her, stretching her tight walls, filling her inch by inch.

“Oh, God…” she moaned, her head falling back.

His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he buried himself deep inside her. He paused for only a heartbeat, then began moving. Slow at first, his hips rolling forward, drawing out her pleasure.

But patience wasn’t his strength. His thrusts grew harder and faster, his cock disappearing and reappearing inside her with every wet, obscene sound. Her hands flew behind her, gripping the edge of the counter for balance as his cock pounded into her pussy.

“Listen,” he growled, his lips brushing her ear as he continued slamming into her, “do you hear it? That sound of your sweet pussy taking me in again and again? That’s mine. All mine.”

Her moans grew louder, broken by gasps as she clung to him. His thumb found her clit, stroking hard and fast as he drove deeper. Her body quivered, her orgasm rushing closer.

“Yes, Hunter! Oh…” she cried, feeling the edge building.

Her body tensed, her breath caught—

Mirabella’s body twisted gently on the bed, her wrists still bound above her head in the cold metal cuffs Hunter had locked the night before. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, beads of sweat shining across her smooth skin. Her lips parted, letting out soft gasps as though she were caught in a fever she couldn’t escape.

But she wasn’t awake. She was dreaming.

Mirabella’s eyes shot open. Her chest heaved, her body damp with sweat. Her thighs clenched together tightly, rubbing against each other in desperate friction. Her wrists tugged at the cuffs above her head.

She blinked rapidly, confused, her heart still racing.

Then she saw him.

Hunter sat at the edge of the bed, naked, his gaze fixed on her with an amused smile tugging at his lips.

Her stomach dropped.

“Good morning, Bella,” he said slowly, his voice deep and rough with satisfaction. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

Her face burned. She shut her eyes tightly, cursing under her breath. “Damn it…”

His chuckle filled the room. “Dreaming of me inside you?”

“Shut up,” she muttered, turning her head away. “Just… let me go. Unlock these cuffs...”

But before she could finish talking, his large hand slid between her thighs. His palm pressed against her swollen, wet center, and then—he shifted, placing his thigh between her legs. The thick muscle rubbed against her slick folds as he pressed down.

She gasped, instinctively grinding against him.

“That’s it,” he murmured, watching her intently. “Ride my thigh. Show me how badly you need me.”

Her body responded to his order. She moved. Slowly at first, then faster, rubbing her pussy shamelessly against his thigh. Her moans spilled from her lips as the friction built, her body desperate for release.

Within moments, she was shaking, her orgasm crashing into her violently. She cried out, her body convulsing as her wetness coated his skin.

Hunter didn’t wait. The moment her climax eased. With one strong grip, he pushed her thighs wide apart. She gasped at the sudden force, her body spread open for him, her glistening folds wet and throbbing from need. He didn’t hesitate. He knelt between her legs, positioning himself at her entrance, and in one fierce thrust, he slammed his shaft into her.

“Hunter!” she screamed, her back arching as he filled her completely.

He groaned low, his jaw tight as he pulled back only to drive into her again, harder, faster, deeper. His thrusts were relentless, feverish, every slam of his hips hitting deep inside her, shaking her body against the bed.

Her cries filled the room, broken moans that turned to whimpers as his pace grew punishing. His hands grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, anchoring her in place so she could take every inch of him.

He lowered himself, his lips brushing her ear as his breath hitched with each thrust.

“Do you know why I denied you last night?” he asked in that dark, rough voice.

Her body trembled beneath him. She squeezed her eyes shut, the words barely leaving her mouth between moans.

“Because… because I disobeyed you. I went to the club. You told me not to go—told me to stop working there…”

He growled low, his pace quickening.

“Yes. You disobeyed me. And you’ll pay for it.”

With a sharp move, he flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Her cheek pressed into the sheets, her wrists still bound above her, forcing her to arch her back beautifully for him.

Without giving her a second to breathe, he slammed back into her from behind. She let out a wild cry as the new angle drove him even deeper, hitting her spot with brutal precision.

His hand came down on her right cheek with a loud crack. The sting burned deliciously, making her gasp.

“That’s for disobeying me,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Another spank landed on her left cheek, harder this time.

“And that’s for ignoring me when I called you at the club.”

Her body shook beneath him. The sharp pain blended with the wild pleasure of his deep, unrelenting thrusts. She was melting, unraveling, her moans spilling out uncontrollably.

He rode her like never before, his pace savage, his hips slamming against her ass as he took her hard, over and over. Her arms strained against the cuffs, her nails biting into her palms, her entire body trembling under the force of his possession.

“Hunter—please—” she gasped, her voice breaking. “I can’t… I can’t take anymore. I’m pressed. Please…”

He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back so her moans spilled louder. His thrusts never slowed.

“You’ll take it all,” he snarled, spanking her again, “because it’s all yours. Every inch of me. Every drop I give you.”

Her vision blurred, her body lightheaded from his speed. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, her walls clenching desperately around him.

“I—I’m coming!” she screamed, her voice raw.

Her orgasm hit her like a wave, exploding through her, making her shake violently beneath him. She squeezed her thighs tighter, her walls gripping him greedily as she came harder than ever before.

Seconds later, he groaned loudly, his thrusts deep and erratic. His body stiffened against her as he spilled inside her, releasing everything into her warmth. He groaned her name, his voice rough and broken, as he rode out his climax inside her.

When it was over, they collapsed together, both of them a mess of tangled limbs, sweat, and ragged breaths. The room was filled with the sound of their heaving lungs, the scent of sex heavy in the air.

“Uncuff me. I need to use the bathroom. Unless you want me to do it on your bed,” she told him when she had gotten her voice.

He released her wrist and scoped her in his arms and headed to the bathroom.

When they were done with their business in the bathroom and took their bath, she told him she was hungry so they both headed out of his room.

Their steps echoed softly as they left his room. Hunter’s arm never left her waist, his hand gripping firmly, guiding her as if she belonged to him entirely. Mirabella’s legs were still unsteady from everything he had done to her, her thighs sore, her wrists tingling from where the cuffs had once held her.

But she walked silently beside him, her lips pressed together, her mind a storm of thoughts. Her heart still raced, and her body still burned. Every time she tried to steady herself, she could feel the ghost of his hands, his lips, his punishing thrusts.

They reached the kitchen and found Maria in front of the stove, probably making breakfast and Ashley was sitting on the counter eating cereal from a bowl.

Ashley's eyes shot up from the sound of footsteps and a wide grin covered her face.

“Well, if it isn't my brother walking in with his second skin,” she got off the counter and rushed to grab Mirabella’s hand. “You must be hungry, right?” She asked her. She dragged Mirabella out of his hold. Not before receiving a hard disapproving glare from Hunter which she totally ignored.

Mirabella followed her to a seat at the counter and sat as Ashley moved to prepare her a bowl of cereal as well. “Morning Maria. Hope you slept well?" She called out.

The older woman smiled at her, “Good morning Mira. Breakfast would be ready soon." She turned to Hunter whose eyes were still on Mirabella and greeted. “Good morning sir. Breakfast would be served soon.”

He only nodded and walked to the cardboard above below the counter to retrieve his coffee bean.