Page 25 of Kissed By Shadows

“I’ll have a rummage,” I tell him, making my way back to the kitchen.

I’m opening cupboards, sure I saw some boxes of tea in here somewhere when a warmth at my back cages me against the counter.

“What are you looking for, Peaches?” Hunter’s deep voice rumbles over me, causing goosebumps to pepper my skin, and I swallow the sudden dryness in my throat. It’s not fucking fair, he shouldn’t have this effect on me, especially after forcing me to my knees and keeping me captive in his flat.

“Mint tea,” I whisper, holding my breath when his large arm comes out and pulls open the cupboard to my left, dipping inside and taking out a box of what happens to be my favourite brand of peppermint tea. I can’t help wondering, given what else they know about me, whether that is purposeful and whether I mind. “Thanks.”

“Do you know how to boil the kettle?” he asks teasingly, and I stiffen, anger burning through the lust his closeness was creating.

“Of course I fucking do,” I hiss, pushing back against him, trying to not let all his hard muscles distract me from the twat he clearly is. He doesn’t fucking budge an inch though. Arsehole. “What, you think that because I grew up wealthy I don’t know how to do basic things?”

I don’t tell him that I learnt a lot of those things at finishing school, mostly so we knew how to prepare the perfect afternoon tea for our guests and husbands and could instruct our staff. Yeah, it’s fucked up.

“I had a message from your Russian,” he states, changing the subject so fast my head spins. He’s still braced behind me, giving me no room to even spin around and face him. My stomachswoops, like when you’re driving and there’s a sudden dip in the road.

“Nik messaged you?” I whisper, my hand taking hold of the box of tea and opening it, just to have something to do. The fresh minty scent helps to soothe some of the roiling in my stomach at the mention of Nikolai and the memories of him deep inside me.

“Requesting a meeting, just us, two of his men, and you,” he replies, and I take in a sharp breath when his palms land on my waist. I should push him off, my mind knows this, but my body has yet to get the memo, so I just stand there instead, fighting the urge to lean back into his touch.

“Me?”

Why does Nikolai want to meet with them? And why would he request my presence?

“Word on the street is Sergi is pissed and is sending his son to retrieve you,” Hunter purrs right next to my ear, and I can’t stop the shiver that falls over my skin. It’s really fucking hard to have a serious conversation with him when he’s making Evangeline pant for him.Greedy bitch. I am definitely placing the blame at her door, nothing to do with me. “I’m guessing he doesn’t know that his son was the one to bring you to us.”

He nuzzles my hair, and I swear any brain cells I had up and leave at the satisfied growl that rumbles past his lips as he takes a deep inhale.

“W–what are you doing?” I ask as one of his hands moves down the front of me, slipping underneath my harems. Tingles race across my nerve endings, following the path his large palm takes, leaving me breathless.

“Maybe I want to mark you as mine before we meet the man who you gave your virginity to,” he whispers, a sharp gasp falling from my lips when he dips his fingers underneath my silk underwear. “Maybe I want to fill you full of my cum so he knows that you are mine now.”

“Fuck, Hunter,” I breathe out when his fingers make contact with my already slick clit. How did we go from a serious conversation to his fingers threatening to undo me? And why don’t I even attempt to pull away?

“Shhhh, the others are only a few rooms away, Bubby too. You’ll have to be quiet, Peaches,” he commands in a quiet voice, circling his finger around the hard nub, and I lose the battle to hold myself away from him, sinking into his arms as my body overrides my mind.

My fingers drop the tea box, one hand going up behind me and wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer with a soft whine while the other grips the counter, trying to use it to anchor me.

“Please, Hunt,” I beg, my hips chasing what he’s offering, the need for release becoming all-consuming regardless of how inappropriate the situation is.

“Almost, baby. Try again for me,” he softly instructs, and my lust-fogged brain takes a moment to compute what he’s asking. Then memories from the night before surface, the name that Roman called Hunter causing my thighs to squeeze together.

“Please, Daddy,” I whisper, and his body shudders behind me, his hard dick pressing into my lower back.

“Good fucking girl,” he praises, a whimper leaving me when his fingers move from my clit. “Let Daddy take care of you.”

A part of me wonders if this is fucked up, given my current circumstances not only as his prisoner but the fact that my very real father is still alive somewhere. Guess I might have daddy issues after all.

My brain completely switches off when two of his thick digits enter me, thrusting deep, the palm of his hand hitting my clit and sending shock waves ricocheting through me. I dig my nails into the back of his neck, my breaths panting out of my parted lips as he fucks me hard and fast.

“Shit,” I breathe out, the tension inside me coiled so tight that I know it won’t take much more for my fuse to blow completely.

A hot mouth lands on my neck, my tied-up hair giving him the access he needs to seal his lips over my skin and suck.

I explode with a stuttered cry that I couldn’t hold in even if I wanted to, my release coating his fingers as my body practically seizes with the force of it.

“That’s it, give it all to Daddy, baby,” he whispers against my neck, closing his mouth over the spot again and driving me fucking wild.

He doesn’t stop until I’m mewling, twitching in his arms as my body goes completely limp. My eyelids flutter when a sound from the doorway has me coming back to the land of the living.

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