I was sitting in the conference room waiting for Hunt when Thorn texted me.

Thought you’d want to know. He attached a link to the message.

The headline popped up before I clicked on it. Diesel Hunt’s Night on the Town. It opened to a short article with pictures. I didn’t need to read the words to deduce what the story was about. There was a picture of him kissing a blonde in a booth. He was photographed with the same woman as they got into his Bullet.

I felt like someone stabbed me.

The image was burned into my brain, and now I couldn’t shake it off. So much nausea overcame me that I nearly threw up on the table. I closed the article because I couldn’t look at it anymore. I didn’t want to think about his lips on anyone. I didn’t want to think about what they did when they got back to his place.

I felt stupid for ever thinking he might be telling the truth.

He was back to fucking every woman in Manhattan.

I didn’t matter to him. He never loved me. He only used me.

I didn’t notice him walk in behind me because my thoughts had been glued to those images. My first instinct was to storm off and leave, to throw my tablet at his head and tell him to fuck off. But he was free to do whatever he wanted. We weren’t together anymore. Now we were just business partners, and I had to be professional with him even if I despised him.

“Morning.” He moved to the seat across from me and set his things on the surface of the table.

I had to swallow my rage. I had to control my temper. I had to keep calm. If I let my fury rise, he would win. He would know he hurt me. Indifference was my only defense.

When I didn’t say it back, he met my gaze.

It took all my strength to say it back. “Morning.”

He opened his folder and placed his phone on the table. “She kissed me, and I turned away. That photo is misleading.”

My eyebrows jumped up my forehead, and my heart squeezed all the blood back into my veins. My blood pressure dropped, and I felt weak for several seconds, caught off guard by his intuition. How did he know I knew about it? How did he know I was upset? Did he figure it out just by looking at me? Was he able to read all my masks?

“I took her home because I was leaving and she was drunk off her ass. She could barely walk. I drove her to her apartment then went home. Nothing happened.”

All I felt was relief when I shouldn’t feel anything at all. But I was also plagued with suspicion. He could be feeding me lines right that second. The picture was pretty incriminating. But I also understood how the media could turn everything upside down. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I know you’re devastated.”

I tried to harden my expression, but it was already at full capacity. I couldn’t appear more indifferent, more cold, if I tried. My shield was up, but it did nothing to deflect his intimate blows. “I couldn’t care less, Hunt.” I sounded convincing to my ears, but that might not be enough.

“Really?” he asked. “Because I’d be devastated if I saw you kiss someone.”

Now I was right back to where I was in the beginning. I was touched by his words, touched by his jealousy. I had been heartbroken when I looked at that picture. We were no longer together, but the idea of him just touching someone made me sick to my stomach. I was still possessive of him even when he wasn’t mine. “I have no reason to believe you.”

“Why would I lie?” He stared me down with his brooding gaze. “If I fucked someone, I would tell you. If I’m really lying about everything, then you should be scared. Because I would have a serious personality disorder.”

I didn’t have an argument against that because he was right. He would have to be a psychopath to act like one person then completely flip on me. Even now, it was hard to believe he would do those things to me. Evidence was staring at me right in the face, and I still wanted to believe him. “Why do you care what I think?”

He leaned back in his chair, his crisp suit fitting that muscular body perfectly. His hair was starting to come in again on his chin, and his brown eyes looked warm on this cool afternoon. He was so gorgeous it hurt sometimes. It made me want to forget everything that happened and jump into his bed right then and there. “Because I’m still loyal to you, Titan. I don’t want you to think I’m fucking someone else when the only person I want to fuck is you.”

---

The elevator door opened, and Thorn walked inside with a bag of takeout. “Thought you might be hungry.”

“I have no appetite.”

“And that’s exactly why I’m here.” He set the bag on the dining table and pulled out two chicken dinners from the French restaurant just down the street. “I know you haven’t been eating…at least, more than usual.”

I was too sick to eat anything. I was too heartbroken to feel a different sensation besides pain. The only craving I had was for strong whiskey with a hint of orange and cherry.

“Sit, Titan.”

I joined him at the table with my Old Fashioned.

He swapped that out with two glasses of water. “I’m cutting you off.”

“I’m not drunk, Thorn.”

“Are you kidding me?” he asked. “You’re always drunk. You just hide it better than everyone else.” He grabbed his fork and dug in. “By the way, I’m not leaving until you eat all of that.” He’d ditched his suit and tie for dark jeans and a t-shirt. His ripped arms filled out the material perfectly. With light blond hair and bright eyes, he was a pretty man. Our children would be beautiful.

But my children with Hunt would have been gorgeous.

Fighting Thorn would be a losing battle, and I knew he was right. I needed to eat. I wasn’t getting enough calories, and I was malnourished. Being weak wouldn’t do me any favors. I picked up the fork and ate.

We enjoyed the companionable silence together.

“How are you?” he finally asked.

“I’m okay. Hunt and I are going to Cannes in a few days…for a business conference.”

“Are you okay with that?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“You want me to come along?”

“No.” I had to deal with Hunt every day. There was no way to avoid it. “What’s new with you?”

“My mom has been worried about you. When that story hit the papers…she was really upset. She asked if she should call you or send you flowers. I told her to leave you alone for a while.”

“She’s so sweet…”

“She doesn’t think less of you. I think she likes you even more, Titan.”

“She’ll be a great mother-in-law. I’m very lucky.”

Thorn stopped eating to look at me. “Does that mean you want to marry me again?”

I nodded. “If you’ll have me. I understand if your answer has changed.”

“Of course, it hasn’t. I just wasn’t sure how you felt about it.”

“No. I shouldn’t have changed my mind to begin with. It was stupid to ever think marrying Hunt was a good idea. I haven’t even known him that long…it’s only been a few months. It was naïve of me to think he was the right person.”

“You’re being hard on yourself. I liked him too…once upon a time.”

“I still jumped the gun.”

“You fell in love, Titan. It happens to the best of us. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

I stared at my food. “You’re so good to me.”

“You know I always have your back, Titan. You can’t count on anyone else in the world, but you can always count on me.”

And that was exactly why I was marrying him. I was never afraid of a betrayal from him, of a lie. He was like family to me, someone I could count on no matter what. My relationship with Hunt never compared to that. “I know…”

Thorn eyed me for a moment before he turned his attention back to his food. “I know that picture of Hunt must have hurt you… You can talk about it if you want.”

“He told me he turned away when that woman kissed him…the picture was misleading. And then he took her home afterward. Nothing happened.”

“And you believe him?”

“I…I don’t know.” I dropped my fork and covered my face with my hands. “When he says these things, I want to believe him. A part of me actually does believe him. I think he didn’t sell me out to reporters…that he really didn’t read those papers his PI got him. Now I think he didn’t hook up with some blonde in a club. Is that stupid?”

Thorn stared at me, not giving an answer.

I dragged my hands down my face then set them on the table. “It is stupid, isn’t it?”

He continued his silence.

“Thorn, what do you think?”

“What I think doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does. I want to know.”

He sighed before he answered. “You know him better than I do…but I think he’s lying about everything. There’s no way he had those papers sitting in his drawer unless he was going to do something with them. If he hadn’t read them, he would have destroyed them and got rid of the evidence. But he probably made copies and gave them to the reporter and kept a copy for himself just in case he needed them. His office is safer than his home, so that would explain why he left them there. He was caught on camera kissing that woman in the club. If that’s not evidence, I don’t know what it is.”

My heart sank further and further. “He signed that NDA and didn’t accept the money I offered. Why would he do that?”

“To throw you off his scent.”

“To what end?” I asked. “He knows I’ll never trust him again.”

“I don’t know. Maybe he wants your expertise to grow the company. When it’s worth billions, he’ll squeeze you out by threatening to go public.”

“But why reveal my past to the reporters to begin with?” I argued.

“Why would the New York Times name him as the source if they weren’t sure it was him?”

Every question I had was met with a dead end. Hunt looked guilty every time—as much as I wanted to believe he was innocent.

“I know this is hard because you love him, but…it’s just how it is.”

Why was this happening to me? Why couldn’t I just fall in love like everyone else? Why couldn’t I fall for the right man? Why couldn’t I love Thorn and have him love me back? That would be the simplest solution.

Thorn eyed me with obvious pity. “People are greedy and evil. They’ll use you until they get what they want. And once they have it, they’ll forget about you. It’s why I’ve never fallen in love. It’s why I’ll never fall in love.”

“Thorn, you know that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is.”

I looked at his hard blue eyes and saw a little softness in them, something only I could see because I knew where to look. “What about us? We’re nothing like that.”

“We’re one of the few, and we’re very lucky that we found each other.”

I hated to imagine my life without him. Thorn was the family I needed when I lost my own. He helped me get through the pain, helped me become the strong woman I was now. He was the only man in my life I could truly rely on. He would take care of me no matter what. I could afford to buy anything in the world, but there was no amount of money that could buy loyalty. “Yeah, you’re right.”

He tapped his fingers against the wood. “I meant what I said. I’m not leaving until you eat all of that.”

I grabbed my fork again and stirred the food around. “I know, Thorn. And thanks for making me eat it.”

“One day, I’ll be as low as you are now. And it’ll be your turn to make me eat.”

I gave a halfhearted smile. “You have yourself a deal.”

He finished his food long before I did and looked out the window as I finished. His jaw was free of hair because he shaved every morning. Sometimes Hunt let his hair grow out, but Thorn never did. He had a distinctive clean look, fair skin with bright eyes. He couldn’t be more different from Hunt. They were both handsome men, just in different shades.

I should let Hunt go, but it was hard for me to walk away. “I guess I want to believe him because of the way he looks at me…”

Thorn turned his gaze on me.

“He just…looks at me like he loves me. Like I’m the only thing in the world that matters. That look has never changed, even now. I know everything that’s happened has contradicted that…but that’s how I feel.”

Thorn bowed his head slightly as he stared at the table instead of me. “I think you see that because you want to see it, Titan. I admire you for wanting to see the good in people when there isn’t. That’s a hard quality to come by. But I don’t think Hunt deserves your doubt.”

---

My schedule was packed with meetings, so the only time I was free to work on our presentation was in the evening. I wasn’t going to invite him to my place, and his place was a war zone of reporters.

The office was the only neutral place.

All the lights were on when I stepped onto the floor, so I knew he was already there. My satchel was over my shoulder, and my Bullet was parked out front. When the traffic died down, it was fun to drive in the city. Feeling the powerful engine beneath my fingertips made me feel a little stronger.

I stepped into the conference room and found him sitting there, dressed down in jeans and a black t-shirt. His hair was slightly messy because he’d obviously showered not too long ago. His chin was cleanly shaven, nothing but smooth skin around the hard jaw. His brown eyes were dark like the nighttime sky. Anytime he made a slight move, the fabric of his t-shirt hugged him perfectly. He was six-three of all muscle and man.

I needed to stop looking at him like that.

Hunt shifted his gaze to me, his dark eyes focusing on me like I was the only thing in the world. That intense expression was glued to mine. Now that he was no longer alone, all of his attention had been shifted to me. He didn’t give a verbal greeting, his look saying a lot more than his mouth could.

God, I loved him.

I missed him.

I wished we were naked on this table, his powerful body thrusting into mine and making me his. I wanted to be his wife, to make love on top of the city we would own together. I wanted his come inside me every day, to be satisfied as no other man had ever satisfied me before.

Hunt watched me like he could read my thoughts.

I sat down and pretended it never happened. I acted like he didn’t mean anything to me, like he was no one. Thorn’s words came back to my mind, and I couldn’t ignore them. Hunt was a liar. He was dangerous. I didn’t know the man I thought I loved.

I opened up my folders and set up my tablet.

He still didn’t stop staring at me.

I refused to be affected by it. I refused to acknowledge it. “You want to start from the top?”

He worked his tight jaw, his mouth shifting slightly under the tension. The angry look on his face suggested he didn’t want to be there. He was frustrated with me, angry enough to fill the room. But he was also anxious to run his fingers through my hair, to brush his lips past mine in a long tease before he actually kissed me. His desires filled the room, the need for his hands to grab me, lift me onto the table, and take me the way I wanted to be taken. “Sure.”

---

My driver escorted me from the airport to the resort on the coastline. I owned a home just a few miles away, but since the conference was at the hotel, I thought it would be easier to stay at the same place. Making a strong appearance was important right now. I wanted to be seen as often as possible, looking happy and carefree in the beautiful Mediterranean. My image as the weak victim of domestic abuse wouldn’t last long.

I hoped Hunt could change his image as easily. People were far more involved in his story than they were in mine. Most of our associates here knew exactly who his father was. They’d probably even had lunch with him.

I checked in to my room and opened all the drapes. I had a prime view of the blue ocean and the sailboats in the harbor. The sun was bright, and the sea smelled like fresh salt. People were on the beach in their swimsuits, and a lot of women were topless. I had my own pool and a private patio, splurging for the nicest accommodations that were still available.

My phone lit up with a text message. Heard you just arrived.

I stared at Hunt’s name and felt my throat tighten. I missed the way he kissed my neck. He used to smother me with kisses, drag his lips right over my pulse like an animal about to take a bite out of me. How so?

You like to make an entrance. And people like to talk about it.

I took my private plane in the middle of the night, sleeping through the journey in my luxurious king-size bed. I passed the night in a deep sleep and woke up to the sunshine in France. I was well-rested and ready to go.

I’m at the bar with Bryan Thomas of NICO and Oliver Weston of Optimal Labs. Come down, and I’ll introduce you.

I don’t need you to introduce me. If I wanted to meet someone, I’d walk up to them and shake their hand.

He was probably smiling at my comment. Then let me introduce them to you.

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Miranda Peterson and I stood together at one of the tables. She ran one of the biggest companies in the world, and her software program was installed on nearly all of my computers. She was older than I was, but down-to-earth and funny. Divorced with no kids, she was living the single life, but she seemed to be enjoying it. With black hair pulled into an elegant updo and a skintight dress, she was turning heads even in her late thirties. We’d run into each other at other events in Manhattan, and we always got along. I wouldn’t call her a friend, but she was an associate I looked forward to seeing.

“I’m excited to hear your presentation.” She sipped her martini with perfect posture, her shoulders back and her spine absolutely straight. She was classy and pretty, breaking the stereotype that beautiful women couldn’t be smart too. “Diesel Hunt is a genius. With the two of you combined together, I can only imagine what you have in store.”

“Yes, he is a brilliant man.” When our personal relationship was put to the side, I had nothing but respect for him. He did business honorably, and he possessed the kind of intelligence that made even me feel intimidated.

“I’ve spoken to him a few times but never got to know him. What’s he like?”

“Quiet. He doesn’t say much.”

She glanced at him on the other side of the room as he mingled with other entrepreneurs. “The strong and silent type. I picked up on that. Do you know if he’s seeing someone? Since you see him every day, you must know.”

I almost spat out my drink at the question. “Uh…I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

“I’ll make a pass later. I’ve been waiting for the right opportunity, but he’s always talking to someone.”

A flash of jealousy ripped through me that made me nearly shatter my glass. Her confidence annoyed me, but just a second ago I’d appreciated it. She and Hunt were nearly the same age, so the match was appropriate. She was smart and wealthy, just like I was. Not to mention, she was beautiful. They could spend the next few days enjoying the view from her room while they fucked in front of the window.

I took a big gulp of my drink, needing the alcohol more than ever.

“How are you and Thorn?”

I eyed Hunt, grateful that he was in deep conversation with two other men. His hands rested in the pockets of his slacks, and he wore a polite expression. It was nothing like the look he gave me, the one that was constantly full of intensity. His body looked thick and powerful in his clothes, and I knew he was turning more heads than Miranda’s.

“Titan?”

“Sorry?” I turned back to her, my mouth on my glass again.

“How are you and Thorn?”

“Oh…we’re great. He couldn’t come because he had too much work at the office.”

“That’s too bad. Such a romantic place.” She glanced at Hunt again.

I gripped my glass a little harder. Miranda was perfectly within her rights to be interested in Hunt—a single man. But I couldn’t help but feel the jealousy, which was ridiculous because it was unrealistic to expect any straight woman not to gawk over him.

“He’s moving to the bar.” Miranda stepped away from me, prepared to intercept Hunt. “Wish me luck.”

No.

She approached Hunt when he reached the counter, and she opened with a line that made him laugh.

I took another drink, almost running on empty. My feet started to hurt in my heels, and I was hit with an unexpected wave of heat. How would I get through this trip if they were hooking up every night? How would I be able to swallow the devastation of knowing some other woman was enjoying him?

When I’d enjoyed him for so long.

Hunt pivoted his body against the counter and focused on Miranda while her back was turned to me.

I shouldn’t stare, but I couldn’t help it.

Hunt’s eyes shifted slightly to me just an inch from her face. His gaze remained glued there during the conversation; it was painfully obvious he was staring at me and not her. She probably couldn’t tell the difference because we were in the same line of sight.

My pulse quickened. My mouth went dry.

He didn’t blink. He said very little to her, giving a slight nod here and there.

All of his focus was on me.

Finally, the conversation ended. Hunt got his drink, and Miranda walked back toward me. She still wore a smile and an elegant posture, so it seemed like she got the answer she wanted.

Maybe she did.

“How’d it go?” My eyes glanced at Hunt’s back.

She set down her drink with a sigh. “Said he’s seeing someone.”

My eyes darted to her face. “He did?”

“Yeah. Said it’s pretty serious. Why am I not surprised? A man like that doesn’t stay on the market long.”

“Yeah…” When my eyes turned back to him, I was greeted with that intense gaze. He stood there alone where anyone could watch him, but he didn’t seem to care about getting caught looking straight at me. He drank his Old Fashioned as he looked at me, those dark eyes complementing the liquid sitting in his glass. He kept drinking and drinking as he kept watching and watching.

I was the first one to break eye contact because I couldn’t handle it anymore.

He won.

---

After midnight, someone knocked on the door.

I knew who it was. I’d have to be completely clueless not to figure it out. And I also knew exactly what would happen if I opened the door. Touches would turn to kisses. Words would turn to moans. Clothes would drop, and he would be plunged deep inside me for the rest of the night.

It was smart to ignore it, to pretend I was asleep and hadn’t heard it. Watching him blow off another beautiful woman for me made my thighs squeeze together tightly. It tricked my heart into believing him, believing that he really loved me from head to toe.

I wished he loved me.

I could stand in a room with all my peers with the most amazing man on my arm. I wouldn’t have to lie about my feelings. Every time I looked at him, I knew he would already be looking at me with that possessive gaze. I could be in love for all the world to see.

But he betrayed me. I had to keep reminding myself of that.

But the doubt, lust, and love crept in.

He knocked again.

Don’t open that door, Titan.

Just ignore it.

Hunt didn’t knock again, but his message popped up on my phone. Baby.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes at the same time, like I’d actually heard him say the word. Like the sound left his lips and landed on my ear because we were right next to each other.

I sat on the edge of the bed and squeezed my thighs together as I pictured the kiss he would give me if I opened the door.

I’m not going anywhere.

Fuck.

He tapped his knuckles against the door for a third time.

My legs automatically brought me to my feet, and I walked to the door, still wearing my stilettos even though I’d been in my room for nearly an hour. I’d finished up drinks with a few associates then slipped away before Hunt could realize I was gone.

I moved to the door and pressed my forehead against it, knowing he was just on the other side. If I held my breath, I could hear his presence on the other side of the door. I could hear him shift slightly, hear his breath of frustration. Even if I hadn’t been able to hear him, I could feel him. Like a magnetic field was just on the other side, I could feel the pull through a solid object—because Hunt was the most powerful solid object in the building.

My hand moved to the doorknob.

“Open it,” he whispered into the crack. “Or I will.”

I finally turned the knob and cracked the door open, just enough to see his face. I planned to tell him to leave, that I was tired and needed to rest. But when I saw those brooding brown eyes, I couldn’t think of anything coherent to say.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside, immediately crowding me backward.

I should stand my ground and order him to leave. I had the power if I wanted it. Even when I felt like he was in control, I could always take it back. All I had to do was straighten my spine and harden my resolve.

But that didn’t happen.

He crowded me farther into the room, forcing me to move back as he took up all the space. He was in the same suit he wore in the bar, black with a black tie. He looked like a million bucks. All he was missing was a big red bow, and he would be the best Christmas present. “Hunt—”

“You may not be mine. But I’m still yours.”

Just like that, the air was taken from my lungs. All the power I’d attained through years of ruthlessness disappeared. It evaporated into thin air like it never existed in the first place. He stripped away my power.

His hand moved to my cheek and slowly slid into my hair. His callused fingertips brushed across my skin as they secured a place in my strands. He pressed his face close to mine and tilted my gaze to meet his. His warm breath fell on my skin, his breath heavy with whiskey. I recognized it because it was practically water to me. I’d recognize it anywhere.

He pressed his forehead to mine and closed his eyes, his other hand getting a firm grip on my hip. It slowly slid to my waist where he clutched me harder through the silk fabric of my dress. “I don’t want her. I don’t want that woman in the club. You know what I want?”

I closed my eyes and felt his fingers dig into my neck.

“I want to make love to you. I want to fuck you. I want to bury all my desire, all my anger, deep between your legs. I want to sink you into the mattress as I conquer you, as I bury my entire cock inside that pussy. I want to tell you I love you while you scream it back to me. I want you to forget these lies you’ve heard about me and just give in to me. I want you to spread your legs, grab my ass, and pull me harder into you even though you can’t take anymore. I want it just to be us…nothing else.” His fingers wrapped around my hair, and he got a tighter grip on me, holding me like a horse with reins.

I breathed against his mouth, feeling his arousal burning into my skin. Now that the words were in the air and I was soaked between my legs, I couldn’t see straight. All I wanted was exactly what he promised. “Fuck me.”

His hand dug under the fall of my hair, and he sealed his mouth over mine. He cocked his head, tilting his face so our lips could take one another perfectly. He tugged on my hair as he inched me backward, directing me to the large bed I wouldn’t have to enjoy alone. His fingers moved to the back of my dress, and he tugged the zipper to the top of my ass. It fell off my shoulders and landed around my heels. My tits were covered with tape to hide my nipples, and he tugged each one off my skin, making both of my nipples ache as the sticky material was removed. He broke our kiss to pull my thong down my long legs. He sprinkled a few kisses along my thighs on the way down. When he rose to his full height, he yanked off his tie and dropped it on top of my panties. His eyes roamed over my naked body, staring at the perkiness of my breasts, the hollow in my throat, and my slender waistline as his fingers worked the buttons of his shirt. He popped each one open, staring at me like a hungry man who just ordered everything on the menu. When his shirt was finally open, he let it slide off his shoulders and onto the floor.

His chiseled physique was as sexy as I remembered. Massive pectoral muscles covered his chest. He was broad on top and slim around the hips. He was the perfect inverted triangle, the ultimate symbol of masculinity. He was man enough to make me feel like pure woman, even when I didn’t always exhibit the most feminine traits. His tanned skin was hairless, and there were shadows across his stomach from the crevices of his abs. He was perfect, all muscle, skin, and tendons.

My lips automatically parted so I could get more air, and my tongue swiped across my bottom lip. The last thing I was thinking about was the scandal he’d released to the media, of the photograph of him and that woman. All I was thinking about was unfiltered, unbridled lust.

He loosened his belt and got his pants undone. They slid down his muscular thighs until they were on the floor with the rest of our clothing. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. When he was completely nude, he looked like a statue of a Roman soldier. He was powerful, timeless, beautiful. As hard as his body was, his chiseled jaw and dark eyes were harder. Nothing could compare to that forceful expression, that look that brought countless women to their knees.

I wanted to be on my knees now.

I lowered myself to the floor, my knees hitting our mutual pile of clothing. My hands gripped his muscular thighs for balance, and I pressed my lips to the base of his cock, the shaft of steel that was already drooling for me at the tip. I gave him a soft kiss then a swipe of my tongue.

Hunt’s piercing expression didn’t change as his hand glided into my hair and gripped the back of my neck.

I felt the thick vein along his length as I moved up, slowly inching to the tip where he was oozing for me. I moved farther until I reached the head.

Hunt held his breath as he waited for me to taste him.

I swiped my tongue over the lubricated flesh and brought the taste into my mouth. He tasted exactly the way I remembered. I brought his tip into my mouth and sucked, getting as much of him as I could.

His lidded eyes fell as he moaned.

I pushed him to the back of my throat, feeling him stretch my throat and cheeks. Saliva immediately began to shift in my mouth as it soaked into his skin and moved to my lips. I flattened my tongue to cushion him and slowly moved back and forth, his cock fucking my mouth.

He gripped my neck tighter and positioned himself closer to me, giving me more of his length even though it would never fit completely inside me. “Missed my cock, baby?”

My mouth was full so I couldn’t speak. I looked him in the eye with my mouth gaping open. I gave a slight nod.

His fingers dug into me harder, and his hips started to thrust. He fucked my mouth with his cock and fucked the rest of me with his eyes. His breathing picked up, heavy and sexy.

I could suck his dick all day, but I wanted to feel him between my legs, to feel him stretching me like he used to.

He pulled his dripping cock out of my mouth and raised me to my feet by the neck. Instead of throwing me on the bed, he gripped my ass with his big hands, and he lifted me to his waist. With one arm circled around me, he grabbed his cock and pointed it at my entrance. He slowly lowered me onto his length, his massive tip stretching my entrance and the rest of my channel. He sank deeper into me, pushing until he was plunged deep inside me. He held me against him with ease, my arms hooked around his neck as our faces pressed together.

I dug my nails into his shoulders and moaned right in his face, missing how good this felt. His muscular arms held my entire weight effortlessly, his biceps clenching and his triceps tight. He stood tall in the center of the room, holding me at a height I wasn’t used to experiencing, even in heels.

His cock pulsed inside me, savoring the feel of my wet tightness. He brushed his nose against mine, a masculine moan erupting from deep inside his throat. “Fuck.” His arms were hooked underneath my spread thighs, and he gripped my ass cheeks. His breathing didn’t escalate, and he didn’t show a sign of exertion. He held me like I weighed nothing at all.

There was nothing sexier than seeing him stand there, his reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall. His ass was tight, the muscles of his back rippling, and his firm thighs were thick. He was the perfect example of power and strength. I’d never seen a more purely masculine sight in my life. I’d never been so full of a man. I’d never been swept off my feet—literally.

He started to move me up and down, dragging my pussy from the base of his cock all the way to the head. I was so slick that I could hear the sounds our bodies made as they moved together. He was thick and I was tight. It made for perfect fucking.

He watched my expression as he moved inside me, his eyes locked on mine. Sometimes, he looked at my lips. Sometimes, he brushed his nose against mine. He fucked me and made love to me at the same time, letting me dig my nails as deep as I wanted. He didn’t kiss me, probably wanting to watch my reaction to him instead.

He felt so good. He’d never felt this good. I used his shoulders to lift myself up and down even though he didn’t need the help. He carried me like a weightless doll. He sheathed his cock inside me like I was a sex toy, not a heavy human being.

I could feel myself grow wetter and tighter, my tiny pussy riding his length so intensely. Every thrust felt better than the previous. I could stay like this forever, lifted and carried like I weighed nothing to him. The angle was deep, and he plunged himself far inside me every single time. He had complete access to me, and he took advantage of it with every thrust.

I didn’t want to come so quickly. It would be a dead giveaway that I missed him, that I missed it when he fucked me like this. I hadn’t been with anyone else. I hadn’t even been with my hand. Over a week had passed, and I hadn’t gotten any action whatsoever. My body practically cried with joy.

He brushed his lips over mine. “Come, baby.”

Instead of being ashamed that Hunt knew me so well, I felt another rush of arousal. He knew everything about my body, knew exactly how to please a woman, and he could feel the desires between my legs. I clung to him harder as the heat spread over me like a wildfire. I burned everywhere, white-hot and scorching. My deep pants turned into screams. “Diesel…” My fingers dug deep into his hair.

He yanked me onto his length at an increased speed, hitting me deep and hard over and over. He plunged inside me, giving me all of him. His actions made my orgasm stretch on forever, making it last.

I couldn’t remember the last time I came this hard. It was the kind of orgasm that made me want to cry. Tears sprung to my eyes, and my lips quivered in ecstasy. It felt so good, so satisfying. Hunt watched my expression all the way through, the corner of his mouth raised in a slightly arrogant smile. His eyes carried the same sharp intensity, the same heated desire that nearly burned my face.

The orgasm slowly flowed away, drifting from my body and making me feel tender everywhere. My body released another wave of moisture, and now Hunt was so wet he was soaked. I pressed my forehead to his and felt the unbreakable connection between us, the bond I couldn’t shake. He was supposed to mean nothing to me, but ever since the day I met him, he’d changed my world.

He buried himself to the hilt then carried me to the bed. Effortlessly, he held me with one arm as he lowered my head to the pillow and remained deep inside me. His cock was pulsing, throbbing. He pinned my legs back with his arms and held himself over me, his cock plunging inside me.

Now I wanted to come again.

He kissed me softly on the mouth, his lips moving against mine with scorching passion. He didn’t move within me, his thick cock resting deep inside my pussy. Just when he gave me some tongue, he pulled away. “This is how I want to come inside you.” He shifted his weight forward, making me dip into the mattress. The pillow pushed around my head, and the sheets hugged my body. I was pinned down and dominated, my body open for Hunt to take. I was a prisoner and he was my captor, but I didn’t want to run away. “Grab my ass.”

My hands snaked to his muscular cheeks.

He started to thrust inside me, pushing his fat cock as deep as my body would allow.

I yanked on his ass at the same time, pulling him farther inside me. With every thrust, I felt him grind against my clit. My pussy was ready for his seed, and the anticipation of his orgasm made me come again. “Diesel…” My nails dug into his skin, and I widened my legs farther.

“Wider.”

I opened my legs as far as they would go.

He moaned as he continued his thrusts, my pussy completely available to him. He didn’t increase his pace, keeping his strokes slow and even. His eyes darkened noticeably, staying focused on mine. His cock started to thicken inside me, pulsing with anticipation.

He held his breath as he stopped moving, his length completely inside me. He moaned with his release, dumping all of his desire deep between my legs. He closed his eyes for a moment as he enjoyed it, a flush of desire overcoming him.

I continued to grip his ass, feeling the weight from all of his come. It was heavy and warm. It felt incredible, an experience I used to take for granted. I felt his seed drip from my entrance and seep between my cheeks to the sheets. He gave me so much that it wouldn’t fit entirely within me.

“Fuck…” My ankles locked together at his lower back, and I hooked my arms around his neck. I pressed my forehead to his, feeling his softening cock inside me. More come dripped out, but I wasn’t in a hurry to move.

I wanted to stay just like this. All the chaos in my heart died away. The world didn’t seem so crazy anymore. Hunt had hurt me, and I still didn’t know who I was really dealing with. But when we were together, I didn’t think about the doubt or the pain. All I thought about was this man.

This man buried deep in my heart.