He lifts me without warning, my back slamming against the wall as my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. My dress rides up my thighs as his hands grip my ass, fingers digging into my flesh.
“Tell me to stop,” he demands, voice ragged. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
Instead of answering, I rip his shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. My nails rake down his chest, leaving angry red trails in their wake. His eyes darken with savage pleasure.
“I hate what you do to me,” I gasp as his teeth graze my neck.
“No, you hate how much you love it.” His hand slides between us, pushing my panties aside. When his fingers find me wet and ready, his satisfied smile makes me want to slap him or beg for more.
“Fuck you,” I hiss, even as my body arches into his touch.
“That’s the plan, baby.” He unfastens his pants with one hand. “Right here, against this wall.”
He thrusts inside me without warning, the brutal invasion making me cry out. My back scrapes against the wall with each powerful stroke, pain and pleasure blurring until I can’t distinguish between them anymore.
“This is what you came for,” Hunter growls against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “Not to end things. To get fucked like the little slut you are.”
I want to deny it, to preserve some shred of dignity, but my body betrays me as I clench around him. “Fuck you,” I gasp instead, digging my nails deeper into his shoulders.
“You already are.” He laughs darkly, then slaps my ass hard enough to make me yelp. “And loving every second.”
His hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. His teeth find the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, biting down hard enough that I know it will bruise.
“Everyone will see my mark on you,” he says, licking the spot he just bit. “They’ll know you belong to me.”
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I spit, even as my body contradicts me, my hips grinding desperately against his.
Hunter’s laugh is cruel. “Your sister’s fiancé is fucking you against a wall, and you’re coming on my cock like you’d die without it. I think we both know exactly who you belong to.”
The mention of Olivia should douse my arousal like ice water. Instead, the forbidden nature of what we’re doing sends another surge of heat through me. I’m sick, twisted for wanting this so badly.
“Hate yourself later,” Hunter commands, reading my thoughts. “Right now, you’re mine.”
His fingers find my clit, circling roughly as his pace becomes punishing. I’m being used, claimed, marked, and God help me, I love it.
“Say it,” he demands, his voice dangerous as he slows his movements, denying me the friction I crave. “Say you’re mine.”
“Please,” I beg, shameless in my need.
“Say. You’re. Mine.” Each word is punctuated with a shallow thrust that leaves me whimpering.
“I’m yours,” I confess, the admission tearing from somewhere deep inside me. “I’m yours, Hunter. Please?—”
His fingers work me mercilessly, his rhythm perfectly matched to his thrusts, and something inside me shatters. The orgasm hits with shocking intensity, my entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure rip through me. I cry out, unable to hold back as my body releases in a way I’ve never experienced before, wetness gushing around his cock.
“Fuck,” Hunter growls, looking down between us with savage satisfaction. “Look at you, soaking me.”
I slump against him, trembling and disoriented, my body still pulsing with aftershocks. He holds me steady, his cock still rock-hard inside me.
“Why didn’t you—” I begin, realizing he hasn’t finished.
Hunter’s laugh is dark against my ear before I can finish my sentence. “Oh baby, I’m not filling you until I’ve fucked you on every surface of this apartment.” His teeth graze my earlobe. “That was just the appetizer.”
Before I can process his words, he carries me away from the wall while I’m still impaled on him. My legs shake as he walks us into the living area, the movement of his cock inside me sending sparks of overstimulated pleasure through my sensitized body.
He sits on a sleek black leather couch, his hands gripping my hips. “Ride me,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for refusal. “Show me how badly you want this.”
Despite having just come harder than I ever have in my life, a desperate need claws through me again. I roll my hips experimentally, drawing a groan from him that sends a thrill through my body.
