Vanessa
“Get off me,” she said.
Fear caught in her throat and made her go still. This felt a lot like what Jeremy used to do to her. He’d tell her he wanted sex, and she’d say no. When she was feeling bold, that was. Most times, she gave in and let him do what he wanted, but sometimes, she didn’t feel like letting him. On those occasions, he would chase her down. More than once, he pushed her down, held her, and tore her clothes from her. More than once, he forced her legs apart and shoved inside her while she cried and screamed in pain. And he loved to smack her while he did it. She usually ended up bleeding from several places by the time he was done with her.
She looked at Hunter, eyes wild with panic. He saw her expression and softened his own.
“I promise I won’t hurt you. I need you to listen to me. Please.”
She said nothing but looked at him. She relaxed a tiny bit, but not fully. She couldn’t relax so long as he was holding her down.
“Are you going to listen?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Okay. Now. You absolutely cannot go on the run again. I know you think it’s the best thing. I’ve seen CPS in action, though, and you’re underestimating them. If keeping Opal with you is your main goal, you have to stay put until that’s resolved. Do you understand?”
She clenched her jaw and glared at him.
“I can protect you both if you’re here. You also have Mari’s help. If you’re here, I have people who can help me, I have places to go. I have cars and money and weapons. I don’t have any of that if we’re on the run. Do you understand?”
She again refused to answer him. She didn’t want to admit he was making sense. His arguments were starting to sink in.
“I will take care of Jeremy. Do you believe me? Do you trust me?”
She didn’t want to answer. She wanted to kick him hard in the groin and get away from him and figure this out for herself. Staying here was easy. Letting him help her was easy. Nothing in her life had been easy. If things weren’t hard, it felt like it was only a matter of time until something came crashing down.
But what if it could be easy with him? What if he was right and running made everything worse? What if he really could protect them and take care of Jeremy?
Finally, she gave in. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I trust you.”
“Are you going to run?”
“No.”
He raised an eyebrow at her, challenging her. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she said, letting her body fall into the bed, limp. She couldn’t struggle anymore. She didn’t want to.
“One more question.” He leaned closer to her and whispered, “How bad do you want me right now?”
She wanted to slap him rather than admit she was turned on. Because she did trust him, having him be the one to hold her down gave her a small thrill that she’d never felt before. Once the fear left her, it was replaced with curiosity. What would it be like to let him have her? Nothing like with Jeremy, surely. But if it was anything like last night, when he touched her…
Her body warmed and she contracted with the remembered pleasure of it.
He kissed along her neck, biting gently at her jaw. Chills ran through her. Her legs were free and she wrapped one around his waist. He pressed down on her, letting his hard dick press against her crotch.
She pulled one hand from out of his reach and ran it through his blonde waves. She wound her fingers in and tugged gently. He moaned in response and pressed his lips to hers, hard. His mouth moved in tense motions, sucking her lip, her tongue, pressing his tongue into her mouth. Like he was trying to devour her and she was devouring him right back.
His hand found its way to her breast. She still wore only her night gown under her robe. Nothing to get in his way. He pinched her nipple hard, sending a tingling wave through her. She let out a moan and bit down on his earlobe. Her nails ran along his back. But his shirt was in her way. She reached the bottom hem of it and yanked up until it was over his head.
His bare chest was hard and muscled in the morning light of the room. She dug her fingers into his abs, enjoying the feel of solid muscle. She ran her hands over his thick biceps and down his back. Her nails dug into his flesh, pulling him down closer to her.
“I have to have you,” he growled in her ear.
He pushed open her robe and pulled the hem of her nightgown up. Her legs were thrust aside, and his mouth found her clit. He sucked hard, using his free hand to pinch her nipples while he flicked his tongue over her. She cried out in pleasure, writhing her hips against his mouth.
He pushed a finger inside her, and moved it back and forth in her wetness. She wanted nothing more than to feel him deep inside her. She tugged on his hair until he moved back to her. He pressed his mouth to hers again, and then she felt the pressure of his cock at her opening.
With one thrust, he was inside her, filling her. She moaned loudly when he entered her, the rush of it making her dizzy. Sex hadn’t felt this good in a long time.
He moved in and out, his thick dick sending waves of pleasure through every inch of her body. He lifted one of her legs to his shoulder, positioning himself in a way that he could move farther inside her and thrust harder.
Every time he slammed into her, she grew closer. Then he abruptly pulled out. He flipped Vanessa over onto her stomach and grabbed her waist, pulling it high in the air. He slammed into her from behind, reaching up to grab a fistful of her hair as he did.
Vanessa moaned, pushing her ass back into him as Hunter moved in her. He reached around to her front, using his fingers to circle her clit. He flicked her and rubbed her, and with his thrusting, she was ready to cum in seconds. She cried out, and felt the orgasm break over her as he slammed in deeper still. Hunter pulled her close and sped up until he cried out himself, finishing with a final few hard thrusts into her.
They stopped, his cock still throbbing inside her, and panted together for a few minutes. Vanessa couldn’t hold herself up anymore and finally slid to the bed, letting him slip out of her. He lay beside her, smoothing back her hair from her sweaty forehead.
She lay for several minutes in the afterglow, enjoying the feeling of actually enjoying sex. She’d forgotten what it was like. Forgotten that an orgasm could be so delicious. Forgotten that it felt good to be wanted by a man she also wanted. And now that she’d had him, she wanted more.
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Hunter lay beside Vanessa, staring at her glimmering body in the low light. She had felt so good. He was surprised she liked it so rough after all she’d been through. He was prepared to be gentle and move slow, but she hadn’t wanted it like that. The way she grabbed him and bit him, he had no choice but to take her hard. And she’d loved it. His dick twitched thinking about it. She was so hot.
As he lay there, he thought, this was a mistake. He was getting far too close to her. This wasn’t something he did. Hunter did not have relationships, and he certainly didn’t fall for women he had been hired to kill. Plenty of times, he’d feigned romantic interest to get information. He’d even gotten to bang a few women here and there because of it. But the feelings hadn’t been there. It was always just a job.
Yet, somewhere along the line, despite his best efforts, Vanessa was far more than just a job. He cared about her. He wanted her, but not only for a screw. He wanted to take care of her and protect her and her daughter for a long time. He didn’t care about the money. He wouldn’t get anything more now, anyhow, but it didn’t matter. He wanted to kill Jeremy because of what he’d done to her. And for that reason alone. He was the monster, and he’d done awful things to her, and he deserved to pay.
There was a scarier thought under all this. An image he hadn’t been able to shake. It kept coming to his mind. A picture of a house. Inside, Vanessa stood in the kitchen, making dinner, while Opal sat at the table doing homework. He came home from work, and they greeted him like they actually had missed him. They had a family dinner and a nice evening together.
This picture had never been part of what he wanted. Hunter was not a guy who worked nine to five. He didn’t have a wife or family. He didn’t have things that could be used against him to hurt him. He didn’t have anyone tying him down. He’d never wanted the domestic life. Until now. He wanted it with Vanessa. He wanted all of it. And that was maybe the scariest thing he’d ever experienced.