CHAPTER FIFTEEN - SARAH
Falling into Hunter’s arms had been easy, but getting out of that trap was hard. When he was telling me all the things I wanted to hear, and making me come like never before, I didn’t want to be set free.
But being set free was inevitable.
The steam from his shower still lingered, billowing out of the room as we stood in the doorway with nothing but a towel and his thick erection between us. Hunger coiled in my belly and my knees knocked together betraying me.
I was fighting a losing battle.
Hunter’s hold on me loosened but only so his hand could rest on my ass as he kissed me. I put a hand on his chest in a weak attempt to hold him back, but I didn’t really want to. And as if he knew, his hands locked on my wrists and he walked me to the shower like a prisoner. But prisoners wanted to escape and I was more than willing as he led me into the shower and brought his lips down on mine and let go of me long enough to turn on the water. He turned and put me under the spray, so the water fell across my breasts and then his hand brushed against my sex, rubbing and parting my folds.
“You’re always so wet and ready for me, Sarah. I know you want it as much as I do. So tell me.”
“I do and you hardly need reminders.” I let my hand fall from his chest to his thick length that jutted out proudly as if it knew he had me where he wanted me. I gripped his balls, kneading them in my palm, and they were heavy in my hand.
Two fingers slipped inside me and Hunter hissed as I gripped his base and tugged upward, milking his cock for a tiny show of his desire. A small tear wept at his tip and I spread it around as the shower washed it away.
“Seems like such a waste.” He whispered the words in my ear and pumped his fingers deeper, spreading them and retreating before he added a third to prepare me for his broad shaft. He stepped back, pulling his fingers from me, and pushing them into my mouth. There was a hunger in his eyes as if something dark and dangerous was inside. It was his bad boy side coming out to play and I realized I’d let him out, as he brought his arm up behind my head and urged me down to my knees.
His cock was ready and he knew right where he wanted me, on my knees under the warm spray of the shower. I pumped his cock and then looked up at him as he stroked my wet hair, his other hand caressing my cheek as I took him into my mouth. He let me suck and play at first, but then his need grew and he held my head firm and still and pumped his cock in and out my mouth. I worked his base, and all of a sudden, he pulled away and brought me to my feet.
“Turn around.”
I spun and he nudged me against the wall, his firm hands land atop my ass and spreading my cheeks. His broad tip nudged against me and I flattened one hand against the shower tiles and the other reached back to pull him closer. With a sharp thrust he buried himself deep, and I cried out in as a wave pleasure rolled through me. Hunter didn’t stop, he thrust harder, until our wet flesh slapped and splashed the spray wildly between us. His hand kneaded and gripped my flesh, as if he let go I’d disappear. He rose up and angled his cock down against my tender spot. I gripped his cock inside me, milking him with my walls until I fell apart, my orgasm ripping through me like a wave crashing against a rock. My knees weakened and buckled. Hunter held me in place and kept going as I sagged against the shower wall.
Just when I thought he’d finish he pulled away and turned off the spray. I turned and collapsed against him. “Can you walk?”
“No.” I lay my head against his chest.
“Still want to taunt me?” I glanced up and my eyes narrowed, but then he scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the bed still soaking wet. He placed me on my back and I scooted away to the middle of the bed, leaving me legs spread wide for what he had waiting for me.
He stood by the bed stroking his cock and then he climbed up on his knees and positioned himself against my entrance. He met my eyes with a defiant glare and pumped his hips, thrusting his cock deep. He worked me to the brink of my next orgasm and then edged it until I begged him. His satisfactory smile gleamed as he finally gave it to me, and I knew this was a punishment for spending the night away and taunting him.
I raked my nails across his back and nipped his ear. “I love the way you hold a grudge.”
He gave a slight chuckle and then met my eyes. “I was serious, Sarah. I’m not going to let you go.”
“We have an agreement.” I tried to push away but he hitched me up against him, bringing my hips up and my legs over his shoulders.
“Fuck the agreement.” He thrust harder and practically growled as his cock twitched and pulsed through his orgasm.
In that moment, the gleam in his eye was the same as Darrel, my ex. The asshole had a way of tricking me to get the things he wanted and I’ll be damned if Hunter wasn’t working me the same way. “Fuck the agreement? I married you, you ass. You can’t just tell me ‘fuck the agreement’ when I’ve held up my end of the bargain.” He was out of his mind if he thought I was going to let him change everything around on me without my consent.
He gave me a hard glare as I pushed him off of me. “I want you Sarah. You can’t tell me that you don’t want this; that you don’t feel something for me.” His eyes were hard and that feral look still lingered in his eyes.
What I felt was duped and used, but dammit, I did want him. Panic surged through me and I jumped to my feet and ran into the bathroom and locked the door.
“Sarah!” He banged on the door so hard it rattled on its hinges. I curled up in a ball and wrapped a towel around me as my teeth chattered. “Do you think I can’t get in there if I want to?”
“Don’t you dare!” I screamed.
“Sarah come out. We’ll talk this over. I’m not backing out of my end of the deal, I just want more.”
He wanted more. Darrel had always wanted more too, except he didn’t have a daughter that was the equivalent to sunshine on a cloudy day, someone to help me fall in love so deeply that I’d die if I lost them. I’d been afraid of this happening which is why I hadn’t spent the night after our wedding and why I was determined to keep my own place. I hadn’t gotten into this to go back on my promise to myself. I’d been hurt by his kind before, but now when he decided he’d gotten all he could out of me, I’d lose Tani too.
I wiped my eyes and lifted my head. He’d already beaten me. There I was crying in his bathroom, balled up in the shower like all hope was lost. He’d pulled his power play, and now it was time for me to pull mine. I picked myself up and marched out the door, pushing right past him and heading for my clothes.
“Sarah.” The defiant look was gone now and it was replaced by fear. He stood helpless as I packed a few things into my bag.
I shrugged into my own shirt. “I’m leaving. I can’t do this. I can’t let myself get hurt again. I won’t.” I waved my hand around in the air. “I’ll help you with Tani. I know you can’t lose her.”
“Haven’t you been listening? I can’t lose you either.”
He looked like he really meant it. But then again, what the hell did I know about men?
“You say that now. But you’ll win custody back and then what? I haven’t even told my family about this. I’m living a lie and you want me to give up my home and my life.”
He shook his head but didn’t have anything else to say. I slipped off the ring and placed it on the table beside the bed and walked away.
For someone who wasn’t letting me go, he did nothing to stop me.