Page 97 of Through the Flames
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The sound of the door sliding open sliced through the steam like a warning shot, but I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even look.
Dragging my fingers lazily through the water, I circled my knees, pretending to be oblivious, while every fucking nerve in my body attuned to the sound of footsteps thundering closer.
Hunter just stood there for a moment, dripping heat and ferocity, like a storm about to crack the sky in half.
His voice was low and lethal when he finally spoke.
“You like performing, huh? Putting on a show just for me?”
I tilted my head, slow and smug, like I hadn’t been trembling with anticipation since I stepped out onto the deck.
“Mmm, maybe I just like an audience.”
Wrong move. The muscle in his jaw jumped like a trigger, and then he was moving.
Ripping his shirt off, boots crunching on the deck as he closed the distance, and before I could so much as blink, his hands were on me. Fisting in my damp hair, yanking me forward so hard the water sloshed over the edge.
“You wanna tease me, baby? Make me sit there and watch you spread those pretty legs for a fucking camera?” Hunter snarled.
My laugh died in my throat when his grip tightened and his mouth crashed down on mine, brutal and wet, like he was trying to eat every sound escaping my lips.
Then he was hauling me up, out of the water, his eyes wild and out of control. My bare skin collided with his pants, soaking them through.
He didn’t even pause, just slammed me back against the deck railing so hard it rattled.
“Shit!” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. But Hunter just smirked, dark and twisted, as his hand clamped around my throat, pinning me in place.
“Say it.”
I tried playing dumb, my lips curling into a shit-eating grin. “Say what?”
The next thing I knew, his other hand was between my legs, while his fingers shoved through my slick heat like he owned it. Like he was reminding me who the fuck I belonged to.
I choked on a cry, my whole body jerking, but his grip on my throat kept me still, kept me wide open for him.
Hunter’s voice was rough, like gravel. “Say who you did this for.”
My defiance was crumblingfast, splintering under the pressure of his touch, the weight of his gaze.
“You. Fuck–” I broke off breathlessly. “You, Hunter.”
“That’s right,” he growled, spinning me before I could think.
My chest slammed against the railing, and my ass was pressed out for him like a goddamn invitation.
I barely got to draw in a breath before he had a fist closed in my hair, dragging my head back as his teeth grazed my ear, his voice lethally soft now.
“You wanted an audience? Fine. Now everyone’s gonna know who owns this cunt.”
The sound of a zipper carried through the quiet air, then he was buried inside me in one brutal thrust that ripped a scream from my throat.
No buildup. No mercy. Just raw, punishing need making my vision go white.
Hunter fucked me like he was trying to drive me through the wood, every slam of his hips echoing off the deck, the railing biting into my stomach.
I clawed at the boards, moaning like a needy whore, but he just laughed, low and feral, while pistoning his hips forward, harder and harder.
