Shattered King(46)

When he finished, he dropped down, still buried inside. I wrapped my  limbs around him tight as he continued to glide in and out, mouth  against the side of my neck, setting off little sparks of pleasure  inside me.

Finally, he looked down at me. "Lulu, I'm on top of you," he rasped.

He was on top of me, and I hadn't freaked out.

I smiled, and wetness hit my eyes again. "You make me feel safe," I whispered back.

I knew he got what that meant, how big it was, when his eyes drifted shut and he buried his face back against my throat.

"Fuck, Lulu, baby."

I'd just shown him the level of trust I had in him, without even  realizing I was doing it. I ran my hands over his smooth, inked skin. I  kissed his shoulder. "I'm sorry for scaring you like that."

He lifted up to his elbows, one hand threading through my hair, the  other at my temple. He slid his fingers down the side of my face, thumb  brushing my cheek and across my lower lip. "Promise me you won't leave  again."

"I promise."

He leaned in and kissed me. I forgot everything else but the way I felt wrapped in his arms.





CHAPTER NINETEEN


Lulu

I woke with Hunter's heat against my back. His arm was around my waist,  forearm across my chest, hand curled around my breast, and thigh wedged  between mine. I wriggled. His cock was nestled tight against my ass. He  was hard as stone.

"Morning," he said, all sleep-rough and sexy.

I tried to turn to face him but he held me in place. I wriggled against  him to show my displeasure, and he chuckled low and dirty. I wanted to  get my hands on him, but the sadist wouldn't let me.

"Don't move," he said against my ear, then nipped it.

The pulse between my thighs intensified. "You're so damn bossy," I said,  trying to sound snippy, but it came out kind of breathless instead.

He pressed his hips into me. "You love it."

"I don't." I did. And he knew it, knew I couldn't say no to him when he touched me. But right then, I was in the mood to tease.

"No?"

"Nope."

"So I'm just imagining how much wetter you get when I order you about in this bed?"

He made a valid point. "Whatever," I fired back, but there was no missing the smile in my voice.

He chuckled again. The arrogant man knew he had my number. "So are you going to do as you're told?"

I didn't answer, but I didn't say no either, which said it all, really.

"Kiss me," he growled.

Goose bumps broke out across my skin at that growl, zaps of pleasure  firing up in my lower belly. I twisted my head and sucked in a breath  when his eyes collided with mine. His gaze held heat, the promise of  what was to come. My nipples puckered almost painfully. He brought his  mouth down on mine, not hot and urgent, which was how I felt, but slow  and coaxing. He nipped my lower lip, soothing it with his tongue, then  slowly opened his mouth over mine and slid inside, kissing me deep. I  felt dizzy and so desperate for him all I could do was moan and writhe  against his hold.

When he ended the kiss, he brushed his lips against my jaw, my neck. "I  can feel how bad my baby wants it. Can feel your pussy, hot and wet on  my thigh. You're aching for it." His fingers went to work on my nipple  pinching and gently twisting. "You want my cock?"

I gasped when he gave it a delicious tug. "Yes."         

     



 

"How bad?"

"Bad," I whimpered. "Please."

"Say it."

"Fuck me," I whispered. "Please, fuck me." Right then I needed him  inside me like I needed my next breath. It was imposable to hold back. I  didn't want to.

He slid a hand down my belly, gentle fingers, rough skin, sliding along my slit, grazing my swollen clit.

"So wet, babe, so fucking hot."

He dipped the tip of one of those teasing fingers inside me, just the tip, just enough to drive me crazy.

"This morning, I'm gonna give it to you hard and fast, like this, from behind."

He pushed a little deeper and I moaned. My skin flushed hot, nerve endings electric.

"Then later tonight, after we eat dinner as a family and our boy's  asleep, I'm going to lead you to our bed, and I'm gonna eat your pussy  until you come on my face."

Oh God. I wanted that. An almost violent shiver moved through me, my breathing growing heavier.

"My girl likes that?"

"Yes."

"Not as much as me. Nothing tastes as good as you."

I found it hard to believe he enjoyed it as much as me, but I wasn't in  any condition to argue. I sure as hell wasn't complaining, seemed like a  win/win situation to me.

"After that, I'm gonna let you sit on my cock, and ride me hard. I wanna  watch your tits bounce. I wanna see your face when you sink down and I  stretch you wide, hear you scream when you come all over me."

His dirty words, combined with the yummy way he swirled his finger  around my clit, and I almost came right then. I gasped and wriggled, but  he held me at his mercy, and just like last night, I liked it. I liked  handing the power over to Hunter. I couldn't mistake him for someone  else. No one else made me feel this way. No one.

"Please. Now."

His hand left my pussy and smoothed over my hip. "Arch your back, babe. Give me that ass."

I arched.

"Love this ass." He squeezed a cheek, then lifted my leg back over his  thigh, opening me wide. I felt the fat, swollen head of his cock at my  entrance. Then he started to push in, stretching me, filling me until I  was gasping for breath and quivering with need. He curled back around  me, so all I could feel was him, everywhere. His hand came under me, and  around, roughly cupping the opposite breast, holding me to him. The  other went back between my legs, finding my clit.

Then he started fucking me, hard and fast like he said. So hard my body  jolted every time he slammed home. The way he held me, all I could do  was take it, take every brutal thrust.

The pressure started building, and I chased it, my hand going down to  cover his, pressing his fingers more firmly against me. I moaned.  "Harder, baby."

Hunter snarled, then fucked me harder.

I screamed his name when I came, and his muscled arms held me down when I twisted and thrashed through it.

"Fuck, Lulu," he said in a rough whisper against my ear, then came as well, holding me tight the whole time.

We lay there in silence for a while after, until Hunter gave me a  squeeze, his lips moving along my shoulder. I tried to turn again, but  again he stopped me, keeping my back to him.

"It's time I told you something," he said.

I stiffened. I didn't mean to, but all the happy post-orgasm feelings  flowing through my body vanished instantly at his serious tone.

"Relax. What I've got to tell you, it does not change anything between  us, but I got shit I've been dealing with all my life. That shit made me  the man I am now. Some of it you know, some you don't."

I tried to turn again and this time he let me. My heart started pounding  in my chest when I saw the pain and anguish lining his features.  Whatever this was, it was something that had affected him deeply.

I threaded my fingers through his and tried to keep my freak-out under wraps.

His eyes held and locked onto mine. God, it hurt to look at him right then.

"You know me and the old man never got along. You also know he liked to  use his fists on his kids. Van got a taste of it, Mom too, but I was his  favorite puppy to kick around."

Nausea curled in my belly. "Hunter, you don't need to . . ."

He gave me another squeeze. "I want you to know where I'm coming from, when it comes to not only you, but Josh as well."

"Okay."

"It was no secret my old man hated me. He told me every day. I wasn't  good enough to have his name attached to mine. He made sure we knew  every time he took his fists to us it was my fault. That just looking at  me made him sick to his stomach."

A painful lump formed in my throat.

"He wasn't my father."         

     



 

I stopped breathing. "What?"

"My biological father is the man who attacked my mother one night on her  way home from work. The man who dragged her into a dark alley, beat the  shit out of her, and raped her."

Oh God.

"The old man made sure I knew I wasn't his as soon as I was old enough  to understand. He was an angry, abusive asshole. Angry that my mother  refused to get rid of me, and angry that he had to look at me every day  and remember what happened to his wife." He sucked in a breath. "Angry  with himself, drowning in guilt that he hadn't been there to protect his  woman."

I clung to him tighter. "I'm . . . God, I had no idea. I'm so sorry."

He cupped my face. "I know what it is not to be wanted. I would never do  that to our son. He's mine in every way that matters. I would never  hurt him, never turn my back on him. He'll know nothing but love from  me. I don't give a fuck who makes up the other half of his DNA . . .  but, baby, I care a whole fuck of a lot how our boy might have been  brought into this world."