Page 19 of Hiding Secrets

"Marcus, I don't get what's going on with you." It's silent for a moment before I hear Hunter again. "I know us not being together is hard. I get it, I feel it too. But you made that choice for yourself, and for us. You didn't want to be anusbecause of what Kameron knew he wanted."

"Got it." Marcus hisses out.

I hear their feet shuffling, and what sounds like someone hitting the cabinets as it echoes through the house. Panic settles in that they’re fighting, so I tippy-toe quietly to peek around into the kitchen. I know I shouldn't, but I need to make sure they aren't hurting each other on my behalf.

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Hunter

"Got it." The sarcastic tone mixed with his eyes rolling has my hand snap up and grip his throat.

Marcus's attitude was going to get him in trouble if he didn't get it under control.

I lean in close so that my lips graze his ear, "Watch the tone, Marcus." I pull him closer so my chest hits his.

"Whatever." He breathes out, and I don't hesitate to slam him against the island.

The drawers clank as he tries to fight me off, but I push his face harder on the counter top. I press my hips into him and lean over, "Being a brat as per usual, I see. Is this what you need?" I lace my fingers into his curls and pull him off the counter so his back is flush with my chest. "Are you not getting enough attention? You need me to put you in your fucking place?"

"Fuck you, Hunter."

"I think I’m gonna, thank you for the invitation." I slam him back onto the counter top. Keeping my hand on the back of his head as I yank his sweats down just past his ass and slap it with all I have.

His body tenses and I feel his groan vibrate through his body. I grin, "Yeah, you needed this didn't you?" I slap the same spot on his ass and watch as the hand print develops on his skin. Seeing the red blush against his skin has my dick hardening. As much as I say I hate his attitude, I love being able to give him the punishment for it. I grind my hard cock against him, the fabric not letting the ache I feel ease. I lean back and let spit fall from my lips. It drizzles down his lower back. I run my fingers through it spreading it down and circling it around his tight hole, his back arches into it and I press one finger slowly in and I hear him let out a whimper that goes straight to my cock. "Yeah, you were being a brat all day just so I could make you be a good boy for me again, weren't you?" I say to him as I pull my finger back out just to add another this time, not being as gentle. I slam them in up to the knuckles and he hisses through his teeth. "You can take it." I pick up my pace as he leans into each thrust, begging for more. "Do you need more?"

"Yes." He whimpers.

I lean in close, not stopping as I stretch him with a third finger, "I need to hear you beg for it."

"Please Hunter…I want more…I need it." His words come out jumbled and sloppy as his face is still smushed on the counter top.

"Not good enough." I stop my fingers knuckle deep in him. "You can do better."

He grinds his hips, causing the need for release to rise. I yank his hair so only his head lifts up. "Did I say you could do that?"

"Hunter..."

"You know what you need to say."

"Please…sir."

"Pleasewhat? I know you can use your words. So use them."

"I need more sir,please." he whines the words this time, and I love the way he sounds when he is begging me.

"That's a good boy." I let his hair go and give his cheek a little slap before I push his head back down on the counter again.

I pull the waistband of my own sweats down and my dick springs out. Marcus looks over his shoulder to me and his gaze drops as I line myself up with his ass. "You want to watch as I show you who you belong to?" His eyes hood and his breath picks up, pulling a deep chuckle from me. The tip rubs over his entrance and I let it coat me with my spit. I press into him and–fucking hell–he feels like fucking bliss. My fingertips grip him harder. His groans come out like whines, I know what he likes. He loves the way my nails are digging into his skin. I let my head roll back as I fill him completely. I will never get over how fucking good he feels.

"I don't think you realize how much trouble you are in. I am not gonna hold back right now, Marcus."

"I don't want you to hold back, sir."

I pull out and slam back into him. Before I can fully take in the sight in front of me, something catches my eye. Not something,someone.I look up to see Elliott staring at us, with her lips parted and her thighs pressed together. My cock pulses from how she’s watching attentively at the scene in front of her. Her eyes widen when she sees me looking right at her and before I can thrust into Marcus again to give her more to look at, she is gone.

I smile down at Marcus and give him everything he needs, wrapping my hand around his throat to cut off his air supply and give him the punishment he deserves with that smart mouth he loves to use.

Even as we find sweet release in each other, I can’t help but wonder why he doesn’t see how perfect she would be for us.

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