Before I can catch my breath, Hunter suddenly flips me over. I’m face-down on the leather couch, his body covering mine from behind. He’s still inside me, impossibly hard despite his release moments ago.
“Don’t think that because I’ve come this ends,” he growls against my ear, rolling his hips in a slow, deliberate thrust that makes me gasp. The leather sticks to my sweat-slicked skin as he presses deeper.
His hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back until my spine arches painfully. “I’m going to fuck you on every damn surface of this apartment.” His teeth scrape along my shoulder, biting hard enough to make me whimper. “The kitchen counter, the shower, against every window. I want you to see yourself reflected in the glass while I take you from behind.”
I can only moan in response, my body already responding to his renewed rhythm, impossibly sensitive yet craving more.
“By the time I’m done with you,” he continues, his breath hot against my neck, “you’ll be so full of my cum it will be spilling out of you for days.” His free hand slides beneath me to circlemy clit. “Every time you feel it dripping down your thighs, you’ll remember who you belong to.”
I should be horrified by his words, by how much they turn me on. This isn’t me. I’m the good sister, the responsible one. Yet here I am, face pressed into expensive leather, my body responding eagerly to the man my sister is supposed to marry.
I’ve spent my entire life being the perfect stepdaughter, the supportive stepsister, building walls around myself after watching my father jump from that cliff. I’ve been so careful, so controlled.
But with Hunter, those walls crumble to dust. He sees the darkness inside me, the parts I’ve hidden from everyone else, including myself. And instead of being repulsed, he craves it. Demands it.
God help me, but I want to give him everything he asks for. I want to be consumed by him, even if it destroys me in the process.
22
HUNTER
Iscan the updated operation reports projected on the wall, nodding at the quarterly numbers. The underground conference room at Vipers headquarters hums with quiet power as my colleagues review their sectors. Penn’s narcotics division is up eighteen percent. Ari’s blackmail portfolio has yielded three new judges under our control.
But throughout the presentation, I feel Jax’s eyes on me. His attention shifts between the projection and my face, measuring my reactions with unusual intensity.
“The recruits are performing adequately,” Blaine says, scrolling through the performance metrics. “Hansen exceeded expectations in his first asset acquisition.”
I offer perfunctory comments on the financial structures we’re using to launder the proceeds, but my focus splits between the data and Jax’s persistent scrutiny. His fingers tap against the polished table. Three slow taps, pause, repeat. A pattern I recognize from when he’s planning something.
“That covers the quarterly review,” Grayson concludes, shutting down the projection. “Unless there are strategic adjustments?”
“We’re good,” Jax says, standing first—a clear signal the meeting has ended. “Gentlemen, see your action items through by Friday.”
The others file out, but when I move to follow, Jax’s hand lands casually on my shoulder. “Hunter. A word.”
We wait until the room empties, the reinforced door sealing with a pneumatic hiss. Jax leans against the edge of the table, studying me with that unreadable expression that’s made many men crack under its weight.
“I see you’ve ignored our previous conversation about the Harrison situation,” he says, voice deceptively conversational.
I maintain my neutral expression. “The merger is proceeding as planned.”
His mouth quirks slightly. “Yet despite my explicit warning, Aurora Harrison was seen entering your building last night. Around ten thirty.”
The casualness of his tone belies the message—this is no longer a first offense but a deliberate defiance of his earlier directive. He’s still watching, and his patience is wearing thin.
I keep my face carefully neutral, though my pulse quickens. Jax doesn’t repeat himself without consequences.
“As I explained before, Aurora is interested in the Harrison Foundation. These meetings ensure her cooperation for when I take over their business interests.”
Jax’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “We’ve already discussed this ‘approach.’ My position hasn’t changed—fucking the sister of your fiancée continues to complicate business arrangements. What has changed is my tolerance for your disregard of my concerns.”
I maintain eye contact, though every instinct screams danger. Jax has become increasingly unpredictable these past months. Where he once ruled with cold logic, his decisions lately have felt arbitrary, driven by suspicion rather than strategy.
“The situation is under control,” I say, voice level.
“Dominic thought the same before his ‘reassignment,’“ Jax says, the reference to our former weapons supplier hanging between us. Nobody’s heard from Dominic since he questioned Jax’s authority last month. “I don’t typically need to repeat myself, Hunter. Consider this final courtesy a mark of our history together.”
“Dominic was careless. I’m not.”
