Chapter 46: Chapter Forty-five

“What are you doing?” Mirabella said, trying to wiggle out of his hold. Her voice was sharp, full of both anger and nervousness, but the heat rising in her chest betrayed her. His fingers were tingling against her skin, and the sensation she felt was like butterflies dancing in her stomach.

But Hunter’s grip on her was strong. He held her firm with one hand, not allowing her to move away, and with the other, he continued to tug at her tight shorts. His strength was unmatched. She absolutely can not shake him off even for a second. In one swift movement, he dragged them down, off her legs. The cool air brushed against her bare thighs, and before she could protest more, her black panties followed, stripped from her and tossed carelessly across the room.

She gasped, both from shock and from the sudden exposure. His eyes burned into her body, dark with hunger. He admired her curves shamelessly, his gaze settling on her round ass.

“You have a fine ass,” he muttered lowly, his tone deep and dangerous, almost a growl. “Something I like to play with.”

“Hunter, fucking let me…” Before she could finish the sentence, a sharp sound echoed through the room. His palm landed on her ass with a heavy spank.

“Ahhhww!” she cried out, her body jolting. The sting was instant, hot, making her squirm.

“You can curse a lot now, can’t you?” he said, his voice low but taunting.

“Why would you…”

Another slap landed on her soft ass, harder this time. The sound rang louder, and it stung like crazy.

“Ahh, Hunter! Stop it!” she cried again, her voice breaking, but he only smirked at her pain.

Her skin was burning, the throbbing ache spreading across her cheeks. She was sure his handprint would be visible, the redness marking her pale skin.

“This,” he said firmly, his voice laced with dark satisfaction, “is your punishment for being rebellious.”

“I hate you,” she hissed at him through clenched teeth, her body trembling under his hold.

Another spank came down. “And this… is for being stubborn.”

He stared at the reddening flesh, his lips curving into a satisfied smile. He enjoyed seeing his mark on her, and enjoyed the way her body tensed under his control. Slowly, almost tenderly, his hand rubbed her heated skin in circles, easing the sting but also claiming her body with his touch.

“You stayed away from me for a whole day,” he said, his voice deepening with anger again.

“I only slept out one night,” she snapped defensively, trying to shift from his lap again.

“It doesn’t matter,” he growled, tightening his hold on her. “It only matters that you wanted to stay away from me. Haven’t I made it clear that you are mine?”

“I am not yours. Let me go!” she shouted, twisting her body, her nails digging into his arm as she tried to push off him.

This time, he released his hold on her just enough to let her stand. Her legs shook as she rose quickly, trying to put distance between them. But before she could take even one full step away, his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. With one powerful tug, he pulled her back down on him, forcing her to straddle him. Her knees pressed on either side of his thighs.

Her eyes widened in horror as she realized her pussy was bare against him. His heat pressed into her core, and her body betrayed her with an involuntary shiver.

“Hunter!” she gasped, trying to move away, but he held her hips firmly in place.

His other hand moved swiftly, and in seconds, his cock was out, hard and ready. His expression darkened.

Her heart pounded in her chest. She hated herself—hated the way her body ached for him even while her mind screamed at her to stop. She hated how weak she felt in his arms.

“No…” she whispered, shaking her head, but her lips trembled. Tears filled her eyes as she struggled, but deep down, the hunger inside her screamed louder than her thoughts. She despised the truth of it.

He didn't want to hear anything from her. His blood was hot and he saw red behind his eyes. In one swift motion without warning, he drove his hard cock into her tight pussy, burying himself deep inside her.

“Ahhh!” she screamed in sudden pain, her nails clawing at his shoulders. The stretch was overwhelming, her body was unprepared for his size, for the force he used. Her scream echoed through the room, raw and loud.

Hunter closed his eyes, groaning deeply as he felt himself inside her. He relished the feel of her tight walls squeezing around his wicked length. He had missed her so fucking much. His craving for her had been like a poison, eating him alive, and now, buried inside her, he felt alive again.

He didn’t give her time to adjust. Without pulling out, he stood up from the couch, lifting her body with ease as if she weighed nothing. He carried her to the wall, pressing her back against it, and began moving inside her with frantic thrusts.

“Hunter, please wait!” she cried out, her body arching, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as he slammed into her with no mercy. “Ahhh! My god! It’s too much!”

But he didn’t stop. His hips snapped against hers, his movements harsh and desperate. He was lost in her, lost in the need that had consumed him for the few hours she wasn't near.

She wasn’t moaning. She was screaming at the top of her voice. The sudden fullness, the relentless pace—it was too much, too overwhelming. Her body trembled violently against his hold, but he refused to relent.

He didn't like that she was still in her pollo. He needed access to his two pink babies. He needed to suck on them and relish them. He had missed her pussy, her nipples, her body so damn much.

His lips brushed her ear, his breath hot. “Why did you decide to stay away from me?” he asked between thrusts, his voice rough, demanding. “Tell me the fuck why you needed so desperately to run away from me? Haven't I made it clear to you that you can't leave?”

“Hmmmm… I… I just needed… time to… think…” her words broken by the pounding of his body into hers.

“You could always think, Bella,” he growled. “More so, you should think even better when I’m inside you. That’s how it’s supposed to be.”

He carried her back to the couch, still buried deep in her. With one hand, he yanked off her polo shirt, ripping it over her head. She wore no bra, her breasts bouncing free. His eyes darkened all the more with hunger as he stared at them.

“Mine,” he growled, before laying her down across the couch.

He flipped her over sharply, pressing her knees into the cushions, her head pushed down as he entered her pussy again from behind. This new position gave him a full view of her ass, still red from his spanking, and it fueled his hunger even more.

His thrusts were merciless, his hips slamming into her with insane speed. Each movement drove her deeper into the couch, her body powerless beneath him.

“Ahhh! Hunter! Please, stop!” she cried, but her voice broke into moans as pleasure began to coil inside her unwillingly.

He spanked her again at intervals, the sharp sting mixing with the pleasure. She was drowning in sensation, but the pain was too much to bear. She was sure she already had a tear in her pussy.

Then his hand slid between her thighs, finding her clit. He rubbed it fast, flicking it over and over until her screams turned into screams more screams.

“Ahhh! No! No! I can’t…”

But it was too late. Her orgasm hit her like a storm, ripping through her body, making her legs shake violently. Her scream was loud, deafening, her body collapsing under the force of it.

Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving, but Hunter wasn’t done. He didn’t let up.

“Too sweet,” he muttered, his hips still slamming into her. “Too heavenly. I’ll never get enough of this.”

Her body was drained, her eyes glassy, but he was still hungry, still relentless.

He pulled out suddenly, her body falling limply onto the couch. But before she could even breathe, he lifted her again and carried her to the bed.

Laying her down forcefully, he climbed over her, spreading her thighs apart and pushing his heavy dick into her again.

“Hunter…no no…no… please” she whispered weakly, her eyes heavy with tears and exhaustion.

But he didn’t stop. He rammed deep into her, claiming her again and again. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “I’m only getting started, Bella.”

She just laid there limp and tired as she realized he truly meant it. Her pussy hurts, her thighs hurt, she could feel him hitting deep with each thrust.