Page 54 of The Hunt

I couldn’t finish my sentence. I loved the way Rhett’s cock stretched me and filled me up, but words were utterly failing me right now.

He let out a low groan as he pulled out and eased himself in again, and then again, making my body lunge forward with each movement. He panted, free hand holding my right hip in a bruising grip as his thrusts became even more powerful.

In the past, I’d always needed a finger pressing or rubbing on my clit to come, but this was different. The metal bars lining Rhett’s cock were rubbing another spot inside me that made stars form in my vision as pleasurable heat shot all the way from my curled toes to my core.

I let out another choked moan, wondering how long I had before my legs gave way beneath me.

Rhett bent forward again, plastering himself to my back, and tilted my head back to kiss me. It was ferocious, almost violent, and I tasted a bead of blood springing up on my lips as he swallowed my moans.

“I’m not going to stop until you come,” he muttered, hand squeezing my throat harder. “I’ll fuck you all night if I have to.”

“Harder,” I managed to choke out in response. “I want it harder.”

“Good girl.” Rhett breathed heavily into my mouth as he thrust into me again, so hard and brutal the table jolted. “I fucking knew it.”

“Knew what?” I asked in a ragged whisper, half in a daze.

“I knew you’d be perfect,” he gritted out, slamming back into me. “Knew it from the second I met you. This is what you need.”

I clenched around him repeatedly, my back arching even higher as my nerve endings sparked hotter. One more thrust and my orgasm hit like a crashing wave. It had my eyes rolling back as gasps spilled from my lips, and I was barely able to stand as my knees buckled. Rhett kept me upright with his powerful arms, hips snapping against mine as he fucked me through my climax.

I screamed and clenched on him, coming again only seconds later.Holy shit.Another thing that had never happened to me before. I didn’t even think it was possible.

Rhett groaned and stilled, finding his own release as he filled me with each drop of his cum.

Oh god.

We didn’t use a condom. I’d been so caught up in all the turmoil and lust that it hadn’t even occurred to me until now. I was on birth control, but that didn’t protect against everything, and I had no idea how safe Rhett was.

In fact… I knew almost nothing about him.

And yet you let him fuck you raw anyway,a little voice in my head admonished me.Real smart move there.

He pulled out and released me from his grip. I whirled around, still holding onto the table for support, and watched as he shoved himself back in his pants before turning away, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths.

He grabbed his shirt and pulled it back on. Then he finally looked at me again, one hand rubbing his jaw. “That was—”

“A mistake,” I blurted out, cutting him off. “I know.”

Part of me didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to believe it. That treacherous part wanted him to come back and fuck me all over again; wanted to feel the heat of his skin against mine. But that part was buried deep under layers of logic and fear.

It would be better for both of us if this never happened again.

Rhett hesitated, his eyes narrowing as he stared at me for a long, heavy moment. The air between us seemed to crackle with something dangerous.

Slowly, he tilted his head, the muscles in his neck shifting under the tension.

“Yeah,” he finally said. “You’re right.”

With that, he turned and left, letting the door slam behind him. I stayed motionless by the table, staring at the door, unable to move for a reason I couldn’t quite grasp.

There was a knock ten minutes later, jolting me out of my reverie. I hastily grabbed my robe and slipped it on before looking through the peephole, heart hammering hard and fast.

It wasn’t Rhett returning for round two. It was a uniformed hotel staff member, standing next to a cart laden with plates of food. “Room service,” she said, lifting her hand to knock again.

I opened the door a crack. “Sorry, I think you have the wrong room,” I said. “I didn’t order anything.”

The staffer looked at the receipt on the edge of the cart. “It was a rush order from a Mr. Sinclair. Do I have the right room?” she asked.

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