Chapter 62: Chapter Sixty-one

Hunter groaned as she moved against him again, her body twisting in his arms as she tried to break free. Her fingers clawed at his wrist, trying to loosen his grip, but he didn’t budge.

“Let me go,” she demanded, her voice tight with frustration. When her struggling didn’t work, she turned her head sharply and bit down on his shoulder. Hard. Hoping to disstabilize him.

He hissed through his teeth, his cock jacked and pulsed and became harder and instead of loosening his grip, he tightened it around her and this time he rocked against her moving ass. The friction was everything and more. It was what he needed. He could feel the blood in his body rushing to dick.

“Damn it, Bella,” he muttered under his breath, the sound rough and deep. He could feel every shift of her body against his, every tremor of resistance. The air between them felt charged, alive.

After a while of her struggling, he finally released her from his grip but before she could move away, he was already on his feet, he lifted her effortlessly over his shoulder and made his way to the living room.

“Hunter!” she shrieked, pounding her fists against his back. “Put me down!”

“Stop struggling,” he said, his voice low but commanding. “You’ll only make this worse.”

“Worse? You’re out of your mind!” she yelled, still writhing in his hold.

He let out a frustrated breath and swatted her lightly on the hip, more to make her still than to hurt. “Damn it woman, I said stop struggling.” His tone was strong and firm, heavy with authority that dared her to move again.

By the time he reached the living room, she was fuming. He set her down on the couch and leaned over her, one arm on either side, pinning her with his weight.

“Let me go, you cocksucking motherfucking son of a bitch. Let… me… go…” she continued to fight his hold but all was fruitless.

“I’ve missed this,” he said softly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You cursing at me. Fighting me. Acting like you don’t want what I am doing to you. And no, not cocksucking but pussy-sucking; I prefer that.”

“Psycho," she breathed.

"Who taught you how to curse Bella? Your mouth is becoming sharper. But I know just what to put in your mouth to keep you quiet. Wanna try me?” Hunter threatened, smiling as her breathing became raged.

“You’re unbelievable,” she hissed, glaring up at him. “You don’t get to show up here and act like you own me.”

He chuckled — a dark, low sound that vibrated in his chest. “No, Bella. I do own you. And I’ve never stopped wanting to take care of you in all possible ways.”

She turned her face away from him

“So baby, are you ready to listen to me now?” He asked, trying so hard not to lose his control and strip her naked.

Again, she stubbornly wiggled her body.

This time, he made a sound, and moaned, “ah yes baby. Just like… that. Fuuuuuuuuck.”

She stilled her movement immediately and stared at his face in confusion.

Hunter chuckled darkly, noting that he had gotten her attention. “You see baby, I totally don't mind you fighting me right now. Look down. You can see that your hard nipples are pressing against my chest and my hard cock is between your legs, grinding against your pussy from all the movements. So keep up the struggle,” he finished breathily.

He wasn't lying when he'd said that he was enjoying her struggle. His girl was just too sensual and all soft flesh.

Her beautiful eyes widened and her mouth opened to say something, but Hunter captured her lips in his mouth, not able to resist the temptation anymore. He nipped, sucked, bit and licked her lips greedily. At first, she tried to struggle and push him away but he was too strong and didn't bulge.

He sucked her lips and pushed his tongue asking for entrance. But she wouldn't let him. He used his hand to wrap around her neck but he didn't choke her. He pressed enough for her to feel the pressure of his fingers.

She gasped and he used the opportunity to dive his tongue into her mouth and kissed her like never before.

Oh God, he has missed this. He had the urge to travel his hand all over her body, to flick her clit with his finger and use them to fuck her fast and furious, to bite her poking nipples, just to remind her who she belong to and just how much he can control what is his. But he resisted the urge. He would just taste her lips for now.

When he bit down on her lower lips again and used his tongue to soothe the bite, she moaned and the sound went straight to his cock.

Having had enough, and noticing she was calmer and not fighting him anymore, he released her mouth and looked into her face.

Her eyes were closed, her cheeks were pink and flushed, her lips were slightly parted and swollen, her hair spread around her head and her hands held above her head.

He loved the sight. She looked seductive and ready for a hard banging fuck and she was all his.

“You can decide to listen to me or let me eat you out. Those are your only options so choose wisely." He told her.

Opening her eyes, they were dazed and full of need, but they found focus almost immediately and she pushed his chest but he didn't move.

“Choose baby. I want to hear your answer," he pressed.

“I will listen," she said quietly.

He smiled and let her sit upright. “That wasn't so hard. Was it?"

"Whatever,” she answered angrily with a hushed voice.

Now very serious, he stared at her hard and asked “Why did you run away from home?"

The question caught her off and she stared at him blankly for a moment. “I don’t owe you an explanation,” she said after a while, her tone sharp but trembling underneath.

“Yes, you do,” he said firmly, his gaze unwavering. “Because I deserve to know why you would ever think of staying away from me. I showed you everything Bella. I showed you my world, the whole of me so that you would know me in every possible way. But what did you do when I went away for business? You disappeared. You didn’t just disappear… you took my peace with you. Everything.”

She laughed bitterly. “Your peace? Hunter. You had everything. You had Power, control, you had the whole world to answer to you. I was just…”

“...everything that made absolute sense to me,” he cut in, his voice harsh but breaking at the edges.

Silence fell between them, heavy and electric. She looked up at him, and the truth in his eyes made her chest tighten.

“You don’t get to say things like that,” she whispered. “This is not the kind of person you are. It creeps me out when you speak softly.”

It was true. Hunter is not the kind of man that made promises or bothered about justifying his actions. He just took whatever he wanted, unapologetically.

His expression darkened, “Mirabella… you are mine. We were happy but you decided to run away from home. From the life we had and it is absolutely not acceptable.”