I loved when he took me like he didn’t care if I would break.
I think I loved to be broken by him. Loved to be used and abused and taken without one shred of care for how I was feeling.
I loved when Hunter chased after his own pleasure and left me boneless and spent as he twisted me apart. His cock was thick and hard, filling me whole over and over again.
“Are you going to do as you’re fucking told next time?” he asked between pants as he delivered his harsh thrusts.
A laugh escaped my lips as I struggled for support. “Fuck no, Hunt…”
He fucked me even harder, and I laughed harder, too, aware I was pushing his buttons, and fuck, I couldn’t help myself. I shut my eyes, revelling in the violent beating of his dick, smiling because I loved to break him, too.
“You are so fucking naughty,” he said through clenched teeth. “So infuriating, flower…”
“What are you going to do about it?” I moaned before I pulsed around his cock, the pleasure making me sag against the wall. His arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me upright, but his other hand was at my hair, balling it as he fucked me quickly with shorter thrusts, his grunts sounding louder.
“What am I going to do?” he repeated, furiously. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re in so much fucking pain, Skye…”
I laughed again, which just made him tug my hair even tighter, making my eyes sting. Then he came with a loud roar, stopping abruptly as his length jerked inside me. I felt my core tighten, felt it pulse too as I seized his come like a thirsty little thief.
I’d just driven him nuts, and I had to laugh.
Fuck.
“What’s so fucking funny?” he demanded, but his voice was low, sated.
What was so funny? If I’d just submitted, he might not have been so harsh on me. I might not have felt this enormous ache now in my centre. God, I was throbbing in raw pain. I did this entirely to myself.
Oh, my God.
My laugh died quickly as I realized, yeah, he was crazy—but so was I.
He pulled out of me and spun me back around. He bent down and pulled my leggings back up, watching me intently as I stood before him on wobbly legs, looking unwound. I was crazy. So crazy. I fell into this realization like a punch to the gut. Frowning, he stood up, looking down at me with pinched brows. I craned my head up, staring into his dark eyes, hating the bad place I had put him in when I saw Leo.
What the hell was this?
What were we all doing?
There was nothing funny about this at all.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, sadly. “I’m so sorry, Hunt.”
He ground his teeth, jaw tensing as he looked back at me. “Nothing to be sorry for—”
“I want this to work—”
“Yeah—”
“I just…I love him, too.” I winced, staring down at my feet as the words hung in the air between us.
His body was still, though his chest heaved for breath. Tendrils of hair fell over his forehead, looking moist from sweat. “I know,” he said slowly, clearing his throat, saying more quietly, “But you love me more.”
I shook my head, heart hurting so bad. I blinked back tears. “Hunt—”
“You’ll realize it, Skye—”
“I love you both—”
“Enough of this,” he cut in harshly. “Get in the bed before I make you drop to your knees. Pick your poison.”