Page 22 of Wretched Heart
“Then why don’t you take me?” I ask, the throbbing in my lower belly making me almost double over. “This…” My next groan is more of a grunt. “This is unbearable. My insides are twisting.”
“Good,” he grinds out as his movements become more desperate.
Hunter leans back and I lift my gaze to find him staring down at me with darkened eyes. “Why good?” I demand.
But Hunter just stares at me until his face contorts. His head tips back in a roar and my body jolts when I feel the first stream of cum hit my belly. I look down to watch as more ribbons spurt from his pulsating cock, covering my abdomen and up across my breasts.
Hunter’s heavy breaths blast against my ear as he leans over me once more. His hand slows until he’s milked himself dry. He flexes his hand briefly before placing his palm flat against my belly. His touch sends a jolt of electricity up my spine, and I release a stuttering breath as his fingers glide over my skin, spreading his seed across my belly and then my breasts.
His thumbs glance over my hardened nipples, but he doesn’t pinch or tease them. He collects a string of cum with his finger and lifts it to my mouth, forcing it between my lips. My eyes lift to his and he watches as I suck and taste him. I like how he studies me as he slides his finger in and out of my mouth. I flick my tongue and it earns me a groan. I am watching. I am learning.
Hunter steps back beneath the shower spray and tips back his head. I watch enthralled as his hands roam his body as he rinses off. It doesn’t escape my attention that his cock is thickening again. Maybe this isn’t over yet.
“Why did you say it’s good that I’m desperate to be fucked?” I ask, getting straight to the problem.
Hunter moves closer again, and his smile lights up his eyes. This is the most relaxed I’ve seen him. The bastard has had his release and he’s enjoying the fact that I haven’t. “You can consider it your punishment for shooting at me earlier,” he says with a low chuckle.
My eyes soften and I know they’re dilating as I feel his breath on me. “You said you weren’t the bad guy.”
“I’m not,” he says in a soft growl.
“Tell me you’ll look after the mill if you do take control.”
“I give you my promise.”
Taking the chance that he won’t throw me out of the shower, I lift my hand and reach for his chest. I trace the outline of the griffin with its eagle wings unfolded and its claws out. “What does a griffin symbolize?” I ask, grateful that he doesn’t knock my hand away.
“Duality,” he says simply. “It’s a creature that has the combined strength and wisdom of two courageous animals, but it’s still a wild beast. Some might call it a monster.”
My throat clogs, and I’m not sure if it’s from fear or lust.Hunter has the ability to summon both in me. “And what would you call it?”
“At this precise moment? I’d opt for one of its other symbolisms,” he says as his nose trails down the side of my cheek. “A guardian of treasures.”
It’s definitely lust I’m feeling, and as I turn my cheek, I press my lips gently to his. There’s a moment when we both still. I’m contemplating my next move, and so is he. His hands are on my shoulders and his fingers knead my flesh, but neither of us make the next move.
“Don’t make me do something we’ll both regret,” he warns, his hot breath searing my soul.
My heart races. I have a fraction of a second to figure this out. I could go home and face the chaos of whatever Hugo’s scheming next. Or I could take flight and go it alone. Or…
“Marry me,” I whisper.
Hunter jerks his head away. “What?”
I lick my lips. My mouth is desert dry despite the mist of the shower drenching my face. “Why not? You’d get my place on the board without having to negotiate with Hugo. And together, we could stop him from making any more disastrous decisions. We could save the mill that way,” I say, speaking quickly before I lose courage, or Hunter runs away. “I could be an asset to you. And… And…” I have to think fast. I have to make him see it’s the only option. “If you don’t, I’ll use my veto to stop any deal you make with Hugo. Marry me, or you don’t get the mill.”
Hunter knocks my hand off his chest like I’ve just given him an electric shock. “Jesus, Maddie. Are you for real?”
“It’s a good plan.”
“Do I need to remind you that this time yesterday you were getting trussed up like a prize turkey at thanksgiving.You offered yourself to the highest bidder, and now you want to do it all over again?”
My jaw sets firm. “I’m using the only power my father gave me. It’s a good offer, Hunter.”
He leans in so we’re nose to nose, but it’s not desire pulling us closer. He snarls. “Or maybe you think I’m the turkey? I don’t appreciate being manipulated, Maddie. This conversation never happened.”
When Hunter steps out of the stall, he’s not there to protect me from the full force of the shower jets and I almost choke on the water spray. I shield my eyes to look at him. “I wasn’t trying to–”
Hunter’s about to close the shower door. “Get cleaned up,” he says, his voice cold. “We need to leave soon.”
