Page 78 of Regret

Chapter 24

Hunter slammed the door shut behind him and Scarlet immediately felt her face flush. The man in front of her was no longer Hunter Keaton. He was a man who needed to take what was his. To take control and own every damn part of the woman who stood before him—which was her.

He was the monster he had told her about, warned her about—and the sight of him had her entire body on fire.

He grabbed her arm and spun her around, pulling her back against his chest. Somehow, she knew last night was going to have nothing on what he was about to do to her now, and it thrilled her.

“You know what I’ve been wondering the whole night ever since I saw you in this dress?” His hands settled on her waist.

“What?” Her voice came out strained—shaky.

Slowly, his hands moved down her hips until he reached the hem of her dress. When he wrenched the fabric up over her waist, she gasped.

“I was wondering whether you were wearing any underwear or not.” He glanced down. “And I guess that’s a no.”

“I thought you didn’t fuck the same woman twice.”

He was still staring down at her naked ass, licking his lips like he wanted to devour every inch. “Yeah, well, apparently rules are meant to be broken, as they say.”

With a hard tug he yanked the top of her dress down, and the fabric was all bunched together around her waist. When he took both her breasts in his hands, her eyes rolled closed, the sensation shooting straight down to her core.

“You have the most amazing tits. So soft,” he kneaded them lightly, “and big,” then cupped them in his palms before pinching her nipples between his fingers, “and I can’t wait to fuck them.”

Everything was already throbbing, pulsing, aching for him to take her. The way he touched her, the way he seemed to want to own her with his every move, made her want to give him everything she had to give. Her body, her mind, her soul…her heart. That was if she even had a heart.

More and more he rolled her breasts against his palms, and when she opened her eyes she saw how he watched her in the mirror, his hair hanging over his eyes.

“What are you doing, Ace?”

“I’m giving what you want.” He kept on tugging at her nipples, causing soft moans to escape her.

“And what is it you think I want?”

“Sex. To fuck. You need it to escape, to clear your head of all the voices.” More tugging at her nipples. “The pleasure that consumes you is the only thing that sets you free, even just for a little while.”

Her hips started to move, to grind against the hardness that pushed against her ass. “You think you have me all figured out.”

He flexed hard, almost letting her lose her balance. “No. But I know you need this. You’re a broken soul, Scar. Just. Like. Me.”

“Ace—”

“I can give you what you need. Fuck you like you need to be fucked. We both need this. We both need to be free.”

The sound of his zipper caused her to gasp, the anticipation flaring up like wildfire inside her belly. All she could think about was letting him have her.

Still holding a breast in the palm of one hand, he reached up, wrapped his other hand around the back of her neck, and bent her so far over that her cheek was against the cold bathroom sink.

“You think you need control, but what you need is to let go.” She felt the head of his cock softly glide across her naked ass, her hips moving, wanting him inside her. “Let me give you what you need.”

His palm landed hard on the soft skin of ass, and she cried out. The sting shot all the way down her thighs, ricocheting up between her legs.

“You like that, don’t you?” Another hard palm against her behind, and she let out another cry, her skin stinging with pain, burning with pleasure.

“You pretend like you don’t want to give up control. But you do. You do, Scar. You want me to take it from you, don’t you?”

The feel of his soft hand rubbing her burning skin was so good she could hardly speak. Until he slapped her ass again—harder. “Answer me.”

“Fuck you,” she bit out, still not letting him win. Yes, she wanted him. Yes, she wanted him to fuck her. And yes, she wanted to let him take control of her, but she didn’t know how to let him. To not fight was something she didn’t know how to do.

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