Page 105 of Reverie

Hunter stands at the entrance naked and hard.

“You can’t do what you’re told, can you, Winter?” Hunter says through gritted teeth.

His eyes are brilliant as he stares me down, and every part of me is at war with myself. The part that loves him is there, ready for battle, but the part that fears how he is right now is ready to run away.

“I’m sorry,” I rasp out. His powerful movements bring him closer to me, and instead of acknowledging my apology, he runs two fingers up and down my slit.

“Sorry for what, exactly?” he grinds out, giving my clit a rub in a firm circle.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t do all that you asked,” I pant out, rising on my toes.

My heart races, pounding so loud that I can hear the movement of my blood in my ears.

His eyes fix on my ragged pulse, and he grabs my neck, running his thumb against the artery.

“You’re really stacking on this punishment, Sunbeam,” he says.

“Oh, God,” I say, moaning. Gripping my jaw, he pulls my face toward his while he slides two fingers into my pussy. Not one. Two. He doesn’t ease in with gentle movements like he’d do any other time. He uses his hand as if he wants to bruise me. As if he wants me tofeelhim.

He speaks against my lips, “What was the directive I gave you, Winter?”

“You said,” I pant, “to strip and get on the bed. Legs spread.”

“Correct,” he grinds out. “And where were you when I exited the bathroom?” He rubs my clit harder with his thumb, and I shiver.

“I was st-st-standing up,” I say, my voice a rasp.

“So you do understand that you didn’t do as you were told. Again.”

I feel my eyes go wide when he pulls his wet fingers from me and circles the pucker of my ass. I don’t respond to his statement because I can’t, so in my silence, he decides to press the tip of his index finger against my rosebud.

“You do understand, don’t you? Answer me, Winter,” he snaps.

“Y-yes, I understand,” I murmur.

When I slide my eyes closed again, he pulls his hands away and pushes me onto the bed. I land on the mattress with a startled squeak, but I don’t hesitate to take the position he commanded.

My heels go to the edge of the bed, legs wide, and Hunter stares as my pussy spreads for him.

He seems transfixed, addicted to the sight.

I want him addicted to me.

I’m addicted to him.

“Like this, Hunter?” I whisper.

His dark, heated eyes telegraph his response,Yes, just like that.

He takes one step toward me, then another. “Remember the word, Winter.”

A significant part of me is terrified that we’d need one. I know he’s angry and fucked up right now, but he wouldn’t hurt me, right?

“Do we really need one, H?” I try to make my voice sound amused, but my jaw trembles, nullifying the action.

“Yes, we do, Winter,” he says, dropping to his knees.

I swallow down my anxiety.

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