Page 34 of Tainted Empire (Sins of Our Father)

“Why were you crying?” he huffs out, looking me up and down now as I blush before him.

“I wasn’t…” I start, but his hand snaps out to grab my chin and pull it up, his expression fierce and fixed on me.

“You look at me when you answer me. Why were you crying?” he asks again, pissing me off even more as I pull away from his hold.

“I’m just overwhelmed. It’s been a busy two weeks-” I try to say, but he cuts me off.

“Bullshit, I think we both know you’re a shit liar. Now give me an honest answer and look. In. My. Fucking. Eyes.” he commands, and something inside me snaps as I look up into his sapphire blues and stupidly admit the truth.

“You smiled at her,” I whisper brokenly, my eyes watering again as I look at him.

I hate that he makes me like this. I didn’t even cry at my father’s funeral, so why am I crying over him right now? In front of him for that matter…

“You laughed at something she said,” I admit, staring at him as his eyes roam over my body, stopping at my breasts.

“And why does that bother you?” he growls, his eyes never leaving my tits.

“Because you took my fucking virginity, Hunter! That may not be a big deal to you, but it is to me. I had that saved for someone special, someone who would treat me right. Not for a man that sabotages my family and flirts with another woman in my own house right in front of me after he fucked me against a truck!” I hiss, the tears coming back to my eyes as I close them and turn away, not allowing him to see my hurt, he doesn’t deserve it.

I calm myself, pushing the tears back down as I hear him let out a low growl behind me.

“Turn around, Red,” he orders, but I ignore him, my fists pressed tight to my closed eyes.

“I said to fucking turn around,” he growls, grabbing my shoulders and whipping me around to face him.

He grabs my hand and places it on his hard erection that’s practically bursting through his suit pants, my eyes wide as I stare at his darkening oceans.

“I may have laughed at something she said, but one look at you and this is what happens to me. One look at you and I’m about to ruin a two-thousand-dollar suit.” His voice is dark and hoarse, like he’s gone without water. Like he’s been walking through a drought for days.

I swallow audibly, my eyes fixed on his as he presses my hand down on his cock harder while his other hand travels up my exposed leg and under my dress, grabbing a large handful of my ass as a low, vibrating sound leaves his massive chest.

“And I took your cherry because it was mine to take. It’s not for any man and if I see one so much as look at you, I’ll fuck you against any surface in broad daylight so everyone knows that you, that this pussy, is fuckingmine,” he hisses, his lips so close to mine as his whiskey breath travels across my face, warming my entire body.

“You bastard,” I snarl, but he doesn’t listen.

I could throw a stream of insults in his direction and he wouldn’t care, because right now, his eyes are eating up my entire body while his hand trails from my ass to over my lace covered sex, pressing into my clit with a large finger as a gasp leaves my throat, betraying me.

“Yeah, and you know it’s mine. Don’t you, Red? You know this pretty pink pussy is mine for the taking and you’d love to see me kill any man that tries to go near it, wouldn’t you?” he snarls, walking me back to the bed before he pushes me down on it and settles in between my legs.

“Hunter…” I whisper, his hands holding my hips as he rocks my covered pussy against his suit-covered cock, moans leaving my lips in desperate pleas.

When his eyes leave my breasts to look back into mine, I know in more ways than one, I am completely and utterly fucked.

25

Hunter

Her moans are a church choir on Sunday mornings.

They are the birds that sing the world awake and Beethoven’s fucking symphony. I move my hands from her lush hips, reaching under her fuck me dress to pull her black, lace panties down her smooth ivory legs. When I lean back to look at her, I can see that Alison Rose Bailey is no ordinary woman. She’s not a city girl who dresses in schoolteacher clothes, not a spitfire that parades around spewing curses at men twice her size, she’s a goddess. She’s the sun that peeks over the mountaintops at dawn and every marble statue made by Michelangelo himself.

She stares up at me with wide hazel eyes, her red and plump lips trembling as I wrap a hand around the thick, strawberry curls on her head. As soon as I saw her tonight, I knew I had to fuck her in this dress. I had to watch those red lips open for me while she cried out my name, feel these thick thighs wrap around my hips while I drove my cock deep into her tight cunt.

“I’ll make a promise to you here and now to not mess with your business anymore, but I’ll be damned if I promise you that I won’t want this pussy around my cock day in and day out. That I won’t want those luscious tits bouncing against me while I fuck you ten ways to Sunday,” I huff out, my throat going dry as I stare at the most beautiful glass of water beneath me.

She parts those cherry lips to rebut, but I silence her by slamming my mouth on hers, eating up her berry lips and drinking down her moans as if they are the essence of life. I tangle my hand in her hair, holding her head to me as I devour her mouth and use my other hand to unzip my pants and free my cock. When she feels the head of it press against her wet center, she tenses, her hazel eyes wide with fear.

“Hunter, don’t. Anyone could walk in and see us,” she whispers, but I silence her once more with an aggressive kiss, her soft cry melting into my bones, into the core of me.

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