Page 59 of Wretched Heart
Maddison
My body thrums and my legs are trembling to the point that I’m not sure how much longer I can hold myself up. The feel of Hunter’s mouth on me sends shockwaves up and down my spine. His tongue circles my clit and I want to scream, but as my inner walls clench against nothing, I find myself plummeting when I should be flying.
I tug at my hair, wanting to rip it from my scalp just so I can feel something to fill the void deep inside me. I freeze. “No,” I tell him, gasping back a sob. “Stop.”
Hunter releases his suction grip on my clit. “What’s wrong?”
“Everything!” I say with unexpected venom.
He doesn’t try to stop me at first as I scoot down his body. His arms let me go as I straddle his chest, then his abs, my pussy leaving a soaking wet trail along his torso. I feel his steely shaft hit my ass and I lift up, positioning myself so the crown of his cock is about to be seated at my entrance.
Hunter catches up with what I’m doing and grabs my hips, holding me above him and stopping me from takingwhat I need. I don’t know if the throbbing I can feel comes from him or me. We don’t break eye contact, seemingly trapped in a stalemate.
“Fuck me, Hunter,” I demand.
His fingers dig into my hips a little harder. “No, Maddie. It’s never going to happen so for the love of god, stop pushing me. I won’t do that to you.”
“But it’s OK for me to sit on your face?” I ask. “And you’re quite happy to have my lips around your cock? What difference does it make?”
He shakes his head, dismissing me, discounting my feelings. “It just does.”
“No, Hunter!” I yell. “You might think you’re protecting my honor or some stupid shit, but you’re not! You’re reinforcing how I’ve been treated my whole goddamn life! You don’t see a person. You see a piece of property! And my only value is based on a thin piece of tissue inside my vagina remaining intact.”
His eyes blaze. “Fuck you, Maddie. That’s not what you are. Not to me!”
“Really? How can you say you were proud of me today when you’re still treating me like I’m some kind of vessel with an unbroken seal?” I hiss, lowering myself so my hardened nipples stroke his chest. My lips hover an inch above his. “Take away my virginity and you think what my brother thinks – that I’d be worthless.”
“You’re not worthless,” he answers, his gaze hardening as he constructs those damn walls to keep me out.
I grind my hips against him until he forces me to a stop with a harsh jerk of my hips. It’s a mistake on his part because my adjusted position has allowed for the tip of his cock to rest against my entrance.
“You can’t ruin me, Hunter. Do you want to knowwhy?” I ask as my breath quickens. “I was ruined back in that hotel room, in the shower. And I don’t mean when I held your cock, or even when I let you come all over my belly. It happened the moment you lifted me off the floor and took care of me.”
Hunter grabs my head and brings my mouth crashing against his. He pushes my lips apart with his tongue and he steals my groan of frustration. I can feel my juices dripping all over the head of his cock, and now that he’s not holding me in place, I sink lower, attempting to push him inside me. Hunter’s fingers rake through my hair, his grip turning painfully tight as he yanks back my head, stilling my movement.
“I know I ruined you,” he admits, his voice gravelly and dark.
“Then what’s wrong with you? Why won’t you fuck me?” I hiss. In one move, he could be inside me. I want him inside me, and if he won’t give me what I want, I’m going to take it. I shove my hips lower and feel unmistakable pressure.
Hunter flings me off him so fast that I grunt as my back hits the mattress. He flips over with me so our positions are reversed. He could remove himself from temptation, but he doesn’t. He rests on his elbows and settles against me, lining himself up so I feel that same pressure at my entrance.
Rather than look at me, Hunter kisses my neck, trailing his tongue up to my ear. He’s going to give in. I can feel it. He wants this too. He just needs to get over whatever this macho honor bullshit is about.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.
I jerk my head away from him. “Are you fucking serious?” I cry out. “You can’t keep rejecting me like this, Hunter. I’m your damn wife!”
Knowing that he’s about to pull off me, I wrap my legs around him, my ankles locking against his ass. I feel the head of his cock press into me, but Hunter’s too strong for me to wrestle any real control.
“For the love of god, stop!” he barks.
My vision blurs with tears. I keep my legs locked around him, but his rejection stings and there’s a part of me that wants to push him away. I thump my fist against his tensed shoulder. I’m pretty sure the strike hurts me more than it hurts him.
“Why?” I cry out, hitting him again. “Why is fucking me such a terrible idea? I get that you want to protect me, but not like this! I don’t need protecting from you!”
Hunter takes hold of my wrists and pins them to the sides of my head. His pulse throbs at his temples and his neck cords. “I’m not protecting you, damn it! I’m protecting me!” he argues back. “I can’t take any more pieces of you, Maddie. I don’t fucking dare. Because if I do, I don’t know how I’ll be able to give you back. That’s why!” He takes a gulp of air, as shocked as I am by his outburst. He shakes his head and his voice softens when he adds, “If ever there was a woman who could ruin me, it’s you.”
I have to blink hard to clear my vision so I can look up at him. I gulp back my sob, but my breath stutters when I say, “You mean I haven’t already?”
