Page 80 of Regret

“I need you to come for me, Scarlet.”

God, she was so close. The way his finger still moved between her legs, the way he kept on pushing deeper and deeper, harder and harder, had her entire body trembling. But there was something holding her back. Something that kept her from letting go. An image, a nightmare of the one person who stole everything from her. A man who had destroyed all the good inside her.

“You are mine, Little Red. No matter what you do, who you’re with, I’m the one who took your innocence from you. That part of you will always belong to me.”

Scarlet pinched closed her eyes, desperate to get rid of that voice, that image. But he was there. Right there with her like he always had been, and probably always would be. No matter what she did, where she went, he followed her. In her mind, her thoughts, her nightmares—his face was always there.

“You think you can escape me by fucking every man you see, Little Red? I will never let you go.”

With clenching fists, she tightened her grip on the side of the sink as tears stung her eyes. It felt like her fingers were about to break, all the while Hunter kept on pounding into her. How was it possible that between all the voices and the images of her tormenter, she still felt the pleasure Hunter was giving her?

It was when Hunter started to move wildly that she knew he was just as close as she was. The way he let go of her hair, his fingers clawing at her hips while he continued his onslaught from behind, she knew it would bruise. But she loved it, the thought of him marking her body.

This was it.

This was the night she finally lost her control to a man, something she had promised herself she would never do again.

Just as she was about to let go, a memory flashed before her eyes. She was bent over just like this. Her control no longer hers—just like now, and she felt the darkness slowly consume her, taking away the pleasure she needed.

She was about to lose herself in the soul destroying memory when Hunter’s hand was no longer between her legs, and she felt the burning sting of another hard smack against her ass, bringing her back to the here and now. Back to the reality that it was Hunter inside of her. It was him touching her, no one else. It was just him and her—them. It was Hunter she was giving her control to.And then she realized…she was totally okay with that.

With another tug of her hair, he lifted her up and placed his hand around her throat, squeezing tight while his other hand slipped between her legs. Her skin was on fire, her body screaming and aching, the pressure climbing until finally she cried out, her voice echoing between the four walls as she shattered into a million pieces around him.

Hunter flexed one final time and both of them cried out in unison, their pleasure ripping through them, tearing their fucking souls apart.

It was amazing. It was powerful…and it was liberating.

Maybe too much.

As her release peaked, tears started to roll down her cheek. Every emotion known to mankind completely took possession of her. It wracked through her body and she couldn’t control it. Scarlet was unable to suppress her anger, her sorrow, her pain, and her torment. With one soul shattering moment, all her walls came crumbling down, spilling around into nothing but dust, leaving her completely unprotected.

Hunter stilled behind her and loosened his grip around her neck. With his finger he gently wiped the tears that trickled down her cheek.

Their gazes met in the mirror, and by the way he looked at her, she knew that he knew.

“Scar,” he whispered into her ear with so much heartache in his voice that it spoke directly to her soul, causing more tears to spill from her weak body.

She just showed him her pain. And now he knew her secret.

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