“If anything, it’s made me more confused.”
Okay, so that wasn’t exactly what I’d hoped to hear.
“Well…um, do you want to talk about it?” I offer.
“No. I want to fuck you.”
Breathing out a sigh of relief, I watch as he takes the rest of his clothes off, marveling as his cock springs loose from its confines.
Warmth washes over me as I remember how he’d stretched me. First as we watched Madam Levy’s suffering, and again after he’d licked me.
I like that he gets hard for me. That my orgasm turns him on. Maybe it will make him want to give me more.
I spread my thighs wide for him as he moves into position. A big drop of pre-cum crowns his head, and I wonder if he’d like me to taste it.
But he moves too fast, pressing his length to my center and breaching my core.
Fuck, he’s big, and oh, so demanding. Thankfully, he took the time to get me ready.
Which is considerate considering he’s a psychopath.
He angles his hips, driving into me deeper and deeper as I pant, clawing his shoulders, throwing my head back against the bed.
His large hand cups my breast, toying with my nipple. The way he’s looking at them isn’t with the stone-cold gaze I’m used to from Hunter. His gaze is lust-filled. Damn near reverential.
Maybe he is just like other guys, he just doesn’t know it.
I take over, gathering my small breasts in my hands, teasing my nipples for his pleasure. His breathing grows jagged and husky as his face looks utterly primal.
It’s hard to picture him as a murderer when he’s so damn gorgeous. Everything about him is perfect, from his strong, chiseled jaw to his tongue he wields so masterfully.
And it’s me he longs for. Me, he wants to fuck. My beautiful psychopath doesn’t understand his desire for me, but it’s there, and judging by the look he has in his eye, it’s growing.
I bring a hand down between us to tend to my clit. The knowledge that I’m pleasing myself sets something off in Hunter, and he ruts harder and harder, his eyes studying me as he fires off punishing strokes.
And then I see those lips. Lips that brought me such pleasure. Lips I’d love to kiss.
“I’ll never kiss you,”he’d said, his voice insistent.
He gives me so much, but there will always be a line between us.
Tears well in my eyes, but my lust doesn’t abate. I’m so close to coming, I can feel the tendrils grab hold, pulling me deeper and deeper into bliss, and when he seats himself fully inside me, filling me with warmth, I detonate.
What this man does to me is wicked and savage, and I’ll never get enough.
It’s Hunter who speaks first. “That went better than expected.”
I’m still choking on breath, trying to bring myself down from the high I was riding.
He gets up from the bed and begins gathering his clothes, and all at once, the floodgates unleash. I start bawling, crying so hard, I nearly scream.
Hunter’s hands are on me. He’s forcing my eyes to his.
“Did I hurt you?”
I don’t know what to say.
“Due to my predilections, I’ve long sought out anatomical and medical knowledge to better keep my victims alive during torture. I can—”
