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Taking the hem of his shirt in one hand, I bunched it upwards and placed my free hand against his warm, muscular stomach before gently scraping my nails over his flesh. "What's this?" I asked, when my fingers landed on a huge jagged welt on his side.

"Nothing."

Unsatisfied with his nonchalant response, I pushed his chest with my hands and clambered onto my knees, facing him. Without a word, I reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

"It'snothing?" I hissed, eyes locked on the four-inch flesh wound on his lower stomach. "Somebody stabbed you."

It wasn’t a question.

It was a statement, and a valid one from the look of the sliced skin.

"I wasn’t stabbed," he shot back with a growl. "I wasnicked."

"Why?"

He cocked a brow. "Told you I'd take care of that fucked up grandfather of yours." He shrugged. "Gotta get my hands dirtied to do it."

Without thinking twice about it, I placed my hand on the area. "Does it hurt?"

Hunter grunted front the contact, and dropped his head to rest against mine. "I've had worse." He covered my hand with his and pressed harder, wincing from the pressure. "Don’t stop."

I cocked a brow, eyes locked on where our hands were joined on his blood smeared skin. "I'm hurting you."

"You're always hurting me," he growled, not letting up on the pressure. "What's another scar?"

"You've scarred me, too," I breathed, not caring that his blood was trickling down my fingers. With my free hand, I reached up and knotted my fingers in his hair. "You've marked me all over," I added before dragging his face down to mine. "Every part of me."

"Good," he hissed, nipping at my lips almost violently. "I hope it hurts."

His lips crashed against mine then, tongues dueling almost viciously, setting alight a frenzy of emotions and sensations inside of my body – inside of my heart.

Blood, pain, and the bitter and twisted love we shared crushed together as our bodies melded together.

Nothing made sense anymore.

The only thing that shone clearly in this dark and fucked up world we had fallen into were our feelings for each other.

Nothing else mattered.

Needing him inside me more than I needed my next breath, I quickly undid the fly of his jeans and released him. His cock fell heavily into my hand, hard as rock and pulsing with need.

Wrapping my hand around him, I pulled roughly, reveling in delight when he groaned into my mouth.

Moving purely on instinct, I scooted off the seat, landing clumsily on my knees in the tiny space between the seats.

"Shit, HC," Hunter grunted. "Are you ok–oh shit…"

He jerked in surprise as I took him in my mouth, tasting every inch of his thick, erect cock. My heart hammered in my chest; the feel of heat and warmth and man in my mouth causing havoc to my nervous system.

I was making him lose control.

I could feel it in the small rigid movements he made when he let himself go for the briefest of moments and thrust hard and recklessly inside my mouth.

I moaned loudly, lapping every drop of pre-cum that trickled from the crown of his impressive cock. This man had been put on earth to make women writhe in pleasure.

He was so fucking good at it, it was almost painful.

The way he prolonged my orgasms, making them roll into one after the other until I was a trembling mess beneath him.

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