Page 79 of Regret

She felt him glide the head of his cock over her ass, the soft sensation mixing beautifully with the burn still lingering on her flesh. He kept his hand around her neck, holding her down. From the corner of her eye, she could catch a glimpse of him in the mirror and he was staring down, looking at her ass, his face painted with shadows of lust.

She pushed her hips out toward him. “Are you planning on teasing me the whole night, or are you going to fuck me?”

His hold around the back of her neck tightened. “I’m going to have fun fucking that dirty mouth of yours, that’s for sure. Not tonight, though, but soon.”

The second he positioned himself at her entrance, Scarlet had to stop herself from pushing back. Every ounce of her being wanted to rear back, to take all of him, to be filled by him and to feel consumed.

“I don’t have a rubber.” The way he said it, the low tone of his voice, told her that he didn’t give a shit about a condom. He would fuck her anyway. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No. I’m on the pill.”

“You sure?”

“Fuck. Yes, I’m sure,” she yelled at him. “Just do it already!”

And then he slammed into her hard and deep. Taking all of him with such force shot a good kind of ache all the way up her spine, and she cried out. The feel of him inside her, skin on skin, it was the first time since…since…fuck, she couldn’t allow herself to think about that. Not now.

“Jesus.” Hunter reared back and slammed into her again—harder.

“Oh God.” Scarlet’s cheek was still on the porcelain sink, her ass still way up high for him. When she tried to push herself up, he tightened his hold on her neck, forcing her to stay down. Somehow, she needed to fight, needed to keep control. Even though she didn’t want to, it was like her instinct demanded her to.

Scarlet moved to the side, reached around her leg, and grabbed his thigh before sinking her nails into his skin. The roar that came from behind her as she dug her nails deeper into his flesh was something between pain and pleasure.

“Fuck!” A loud crack echoed around them when his hand collided with the side of her thigh, and it was the hardest most painful of all the hits he had dished out on her so far. A loud cry escaped her mouth, yet she pushed back, forcing him deeper into her.

“Oh shit.”

Hunter stilled and let go of her neck. Both of them looked to the door and a guy stood there staring at them with big, round, freaky-looking eyes.

Hunter was the first one to react. He grabbed a bottle of soap from the sink and flung it toward the guy’s head.

“Get the fuck out!” But the man was out the room in record time and the bottle of soap landed with a loud thud against the door.

Scarlet lifted herself up and tried to move away, but he grabbed her waist. “Don’t you fucking move. We’re finishing this.”

Reaching over her shoulder she grabbed his hair, trying to keep him from bending her over again. Their eyes locked on each other in the mirror and then he continued to thrust in an out of her, her breasts bouncing up and down from the force.

With one hand on her hip, his fingers pushing deep into her skin, he moved his other hand down until he touched her where she so desperately needed to be touched. Her knees quivered, her body shaking from the pleasure that stemmed between her legs.

“Hunter. I’m close.” She breathed out, her mind nothing but shards of desire and broken pieces of need. The way his finger worked her, the way he kept on pounding into her from behind, pushed her to the edge within seconds.

“Let go, Scar.”

She wanted to, she really did. Yet there was something different, something that was clawing at her mind, her soul…her heart. Suddenly filled with the need to surrender, no longer wanting to fight, she loosened her grip in his hair and leaned forward. She placed her hands on the edge of the sink, and Hunter stilled behind her, both of them staring at each other in the mirror.

Not wanting to fight anymore, feeling emotionally exhausted, she silently gave him control, urging him to take all of her, to use her as he wanted. By the way he stared back at her, he knew what she was doing. It was like there was this rare, deep moment between them—a connection that just seemed to click in place. It was different this time. Different than the night before.

He moved, and this time, he slowly eased into her while he wound her hair up around his fist, tighter and tighter until her scalp stung as he pulled her head back. His eyes never left hers. They watched each other, but it was so much more than that. There was something being said in their silence, as if he was acknowledging the fact that she had surrendered. And the weirdest part of it was that, to her, it felt like he was accepting it, wanted it,neededit. It seemed that his need to control her was much stronger than her need to control him. He needed it more than she did.

Why?

When he started to pick up the pace, she gripped the sink tighter, her knuckles turning white. Harder and harder he started to move in and out of her, the pressure building inside her core with a kind of force threatening to break her in half.

And then she was no longer there. Scarlet was no longer in the restroom being fucked by a guy who somehow became more than just her bodyguard. More than just the guy who annoyed the crap out of her.

It was like her mind was transported back to a time when she was weak, unable to fight, unable to control what happened to her. Yet she felt the pleasure Hunter was thrusting into her, her legs starting to feel weak. It was crazy, unnerving, and she had no idea what was happening.

His grip in her hair tightened some more, her neck straining back.

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