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He nuzzles my hair, using his grip on my waist to shift me higher in the bed until his cock is wedged against my bottom. The hand at my waist wanders down my body to skim over my mound, his finger slipping between my thighs to roll over my clit. The light touch shouldn’t be enough to make my body jolt, but it does.

Hunter chuckles again. “Okay, sweet girl. I’m going to make you come and do whatever else I want to you right now. When Conall comes to bed in a few hours, I’ll be sure he knows you want him to do the same.”

My entire body shudders at the mental image his words evoke. The idea of being used by him and by Conall… makes my heart race. Instead of being frightened, it sends a titillating thrill through me, leaving my body buzzing for more.

I whisper my agreement, “All right.”

Hunter hums as he runs the tip of his nose over the shell of my ear. “Good. Now, ask me nicely to help you.”

My body stiffens in his hold, but he just waits, his finger pressing against my clit but not moving. When I don’t respond quickly enough, he gives my pussy a light spank. “Ask me, Little Red.”

My mouth suddenly runs dry, and my vocal cords are frozen. When he smacks me again, I jolt. “Please make me feel better, Hunter.”

He hums again. “You can do better than that, sweet girl. Ask me properly.”

I lick my trembling lips. He sounds so cold and dominant, nothing like his usual self. I should hate it. I should tell him to stop. But my body is melting against his because of his tone rather than in spite of it. It’s as if he instinctively understands I need something more than a passionate lover, and he’s going to give me exactly what I crave as long as I do as he says.

“Please make me come and use me however you want. I need it.” His body remains still, so I keep speaking. “Please.”

“That’s good enough for now,” he murmurs. “But I think you’ll need further lessons on how to beg.”

Irritation rises within me at his high-handed attitude, but I still tremble in his hold. The threat makes my clit pulse beneath his finger and I know he feels it because he laughs again. This time, the sound is nearly sinister.

Hunter rolls me over onto my back and strips my nightdress over my head. It’s dark in the bedroom, but I can see the outline of his broad shoulders and the gleam of his eyes in the darkness. He leans over the edge of the bed and comes up with his belt. I stare at him with wide eyes when he wraps it around my wrists, pinning them together. Then, he grabs my dressing gown from the foot of the bed and tugs the sash free. Within moments, my hands are tied above my head to the headboard of the bed.

“If you want me to stop, just tell me,” he says.

I nod, still staring up at him.

“What will you say if you need me to stop?” His voice is as deep and dark as the night around us.

“I’ll say stop,” I murmur.

“Good girl.”

As his hands trail from my wrists, down my arms, and over my torso, the rough calluses on his fingertips scrape my nipples, leaving streaks of fire in their wake. The heat sinks into my muscles as a gasp escapes my lips. The hot stroke of Hunter’s tongue makes my back arch, seeking more as he licks and sucks my nipple until I’m squirming. He’s rougher than Conall, less tender, but I need it.

I crave it.

He accepts my invitation and sucks me deeper. I’m panting as he tortures me with pleasure. It’s almost too intense to bear, but I still want more. My pussy aches to be filled and my clit throbs with my heartbeat.

Just when I’m ready to beg him to stop, to tell him it’s too much, he moves to my other breast. My body breaks out into a light sweat as he continues to torment me.

Hunter releases my nipple with a small nip, making me gasp again. Heat ignites in my belly, moving down my arms and legs, as he shifts over my body, his mouth trailing a line of fire across my skin. I’m barely breathing, my body jolting each time his lips make contact. He’s gentle now, taking his time, then his strong, callused hands suddenly shove my thighs up and apart, baring my pussy to him.

When he runs his tongue over me from my entrance to my clit in one long, slow lick, a choked sound falls from my lips.

I’m so enthralled with the sensations he’s creating in my body that I can’t form a coherent thought, much less speak. Not that I have anything to say, other than beg for more.

His lips close around my clit before he sucks and my hips buck, chasing the friction my body desperately needs.

Hunter growls against my pussy and shoves them back down on the mattress. “Hold still,” he commands, his mouth still on my wet flesh.

I squirm when he goes back to my clit, crying out when a sharp smack lands on the inside of my thigh. The tender skin stings briefly before warming. That warmth migrates from my inner thigh to my pussy, making my channel pulse.

Hunter’s head lifts, and I can feel his eyes on me even though I can barely see him in the dark. “Stop moving, or I’m going to tie your legs down, too,” he barks out. “Understand?”

“Y-y-yes,” I stutter.