Dangerous Thirst (Possessing Her Book 1), page 23
“Wrap your legs around me like before,” he growled before slamming into me.
I was drenched from the buildup, my body desperate to climax. I gripped his body tightly, my eyes slowly closing as the pleasure of his length reached new depths.
“Yes! Oh! Yes!” I cried.
“Behave, Olivia!” he growled loudly as he thrust into me.
“Hunter! I do! Please! Don’t stop!” I begged him, my legs wrapped around his waist as the tidal waves of pleasure rushed through my belly.
He didn’t stop and instead fucked me right through one orgasm, plunging deeper and harder until another began to form. He was a master with my body, doing things I didn’t know were possible.
He growled and bucked like an animal as my senses overloaded. His smell and the feel of his hard body was even more intense than I imagined, and the memories came flooding back as my body released yet again, climaxing hard and long as I cried his name.
Hunter continued to dig deep within me until he jerked out of me, stroking his length three times before hot semen shot onto my stomach. He grunted as his seed dripped onto my belly until he had milked every drop.
Without a word, he climbed to the other side of the bed, pulling his sweatpants on as he avoided looking in my direction. I felt used and debased, and the tears trickled down my cheeks.
Using the nightgown still moistened from my saliva, I wiped Hunter’s semen from my stomach before turning away from the man who did nothing but confuse me. Every time I thought there was some sort of connection between us, he made sure to remind me that it was all in my mind, leaving me in a constant tangled mess of emotions.
There were sparks of feelings in his eyes one moment, and then he was cold as ice like he was now, unbothered by anything I did. It was a roller coaster of emotions, and I began to realize how much of our interaction I had romanticized in his absence. Things were never good between us, but I allowed myself to pretend it wasn’t so bad.
Hunter was a bad person—there was no denying that as I curled up on my side on the bed, feeling more alone than I ever had in the home I was planning to share with my new family. Just a few hours ago, everything had felt to be on the up and up, and now I was lower than ever, questioning why I even returned to Chicago.
Would Hunter terrorize me forever? The thought was unsettling, but what hurt most was the lack of hate toward him. Even when he held me captive, I found it impossible to despise him in the way that he deserved. What he did to my body somehow made its way to my brain and then my heart, tugging at my desire to help him.
“I can’t believe you betrayed me like this,” he said in a tone so low I wasn’t sure if he meant for me to hear it.
I turned to face him, watching his face transform to display the little-lost-boy profile I had come to know in our time together. He always looked so tortured, as if life was too difficult to bear at times, but why he was so upset with me, I couldn’t understand.
“I only came back to get the house ready,” I tried to explain, but he shook his head and shot me a look that sealed my lips. I knew when he wanted to hear from me, and now was definitely not one of those times. I watched him in silence, waiting to hear what else he was upset about.
“Coming back is the least of it. Of course you had to come back—the family business couldn’t go on without you.” He chuckled darkly.
My stomach tensed with anger. He could be mad at me, but he didn’t have to laugh at my dream. The family I was building was more important than a business, but he found it laughable despite all I had accomplished to create a home for children without one. I crossed my arms defiantly, unable to remain silent while he disrespected the children.
“I can’t trust you now, so there’s no way I can let you out of my sight.” He shrugged as if he had no other choice, but I couldn’t imagine how I could maintain my relationship with him as he liked it and open the foster home.
I missed him, and in a weird way I enjoyed the fear and control he used to dominate me, but if it ever came to choosing between him and the children, he would lose every time. Hunter wasn’t the type of man I would want to introduce foster children to because they needed to feel love and safety, while all he provided was terror and silence.
He was too closed off to connect with, and that type of dismissal would scar a child for life. There was no way he could stay in the house I had created to be a loving safe haven, and I was prepared for his yelling when I finally stood up to him. Turning to face him, his eyes met mine, and I found my strength.
“You can’t stay here because the children will be moving in here in a few days,” I said in a shaky voice before swallowing slowly.
He stared at me and then over my head, his thoughts shutting me out. He squinted his eyes and furrowed his brows before finally responding. “And the fact that you’re conspiring with the enemy—I don’t get that part, but don’t continue with the lies, Olivia. I know there are no children coming.” He smirked, looking into my eyes with a hunger I couldn’t place.
“It’s all true, Hunter, I swear!” I was upset, screaming, but the words barely left my mouth before I felt the sting of his rough hand across my cheek. He slapped me hard, and I was stunned as he climbed on top of me.
“Shut the fuck up with those lies. You’re a lying bitch, but I don’t even need you to figure out the truth. I’ve already learned who your father is.” He smiled when he said the last sentence, and I felt my heart flutter.
How could he possibly know who my father was when I didn’t? Things were getting out of hand now, and I wondered if Hunter was okay. His pupils were dilated, and he looked enraged, although I hadn’t done anything to upset him further.
“Oh yeah. Anthony Bianchi, the most dangerous man in the city. Your pops is a gangster, and you think you’re going to have his goons come after me,” he growled.
His words faded after the name that rung true in my head—Anthony Bianchi. I couldn’t place where I’d heard the name, but Hunter was not the first person to mention it. A deep memory surfaced, but it was too fuzzy to remember clearly. Needing to focus on calming Hunter down, I chose to push the strange familiarity to the back of my mind.
“Let’s just talk,” I spoke softly, forcing a small smile.
Finally, Hunter climbed off me, lying so close I could feel the muscles in his body flexing with each word he spoke as he talked about how I was out to get him and working with the enemy.
He was nothing like the man who’d driven me to the airport, and I began to feel I did actually have a friend experiencing a psychotic break like I had mentioned to Tasha. Everyone was the enemy to Hunter, and he felt like people were out to get him, although it didn’t appear to be true.
Since I had returned home, no one had threatened me or caused me any harm, except for him. If I were truly to be handed off to a group of thugs, wouldn’t they be by to get me themselves by now?
The more I thought of it, the more certain I grew that Hunter was losing his mind, and I glanced around the room thinking of ways I could get away from him. I couldn’t risk another disappearance because the state would revoke my permits, and the dreams of my foster home would go down the drain.
Pulling me closer into his side, Hunter kissed my forehead gently before growling in my ear. “You better stay close to me, Olivia. If you even think about betraying me again, I’ll really show you the meaning of punishment. Do you understand me?”
I looked up into his eyes and was sure he wasn’t playing. Nodding, I looked down at my trembling hands. There was no way I could get away from Hunter without suffering serious consequences, and I feared what he would do to me if I tried.
No, I couldn’t make a break anytime soon. I would have to think it through because one shot was all I would get. So, I leaned my head against his chest, wanting him to believe I was a good girl, happy to be back in his control, but deep down I was plotting my way out, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.
41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
Hunter
The sun shining through the blinds awakened me from a nightmare, and I was grateful. It was such a fitful sleep, I had to look around for a few seconds to get my bearings and remember where I was. My body felt more relaxed than usual, and I looked down to see the reason why.
Olivia was resting on my chest, her face forming a light smile as she slept peacefully. No matter what I had learned in the past few days, it was impossible to see anything but innocence when I looked at her. She was beautiful, and her body just felt right against mine.
Watching her for much longer than necessary, I felt the emotions begin to turn in my stomach as my feelings grew deeper with every second we spent together. It was all to protect her, but I had to put myself first because it was clear Olivia was doing the same.
No person in their right mind would return after learning about the dangerous fate that awaited them, but she appeared unbothered. She had seen what I would do to her, and that alone should have been reason enough to stay in California. Her return was a clear indication that she had some level of security that made her feel invincible, and what else could it be but the mafia?
It was clear she hadn’t gone to the police because I would be wanted by now, and she would be under lock and key. Her innocent act was too good to be true. The evidence was clear: Olivia wasn’t innocent. While I might not have had all the answers yet, I knew there was more to learn about her, and until I had all the pieces to the puzzle, I’d have to watch her closely.
Still, I rose from the bed slowly and carefully, hoping not to disturb her sleep. In some ways I wanted to be rough and mean to her, but it was only to remind her I was in charge. Whenever she wasn’t aware of my actions, I was more tender than normal, enjoying the intimate moments.
Our night together was amazing. Making her wait to orgasm was the most arousing and erotic thing I’d ever done. Now that she knew my name, she screamed it, begging for more, and it turned me on despite the danger of it all. Olivia knowing my name meant she could turn me in, but it was worth it to hear her call it out when she came for me.
Tiptoeing around her room, I looked over her things, searching for evidence. Down the hall was what looked to be an office, and I quietly pulled the drawers open looking for any type of documents or paperwork that could connect her to a gang. There was nothing but delivery notes from the companies installing furniture and services at the house.
One drawer was marked as Childcare, but there was a lock on the drawer, and I couldn’t find the key anywhere. I wondered if her front story for me was what she always used and the reason she protected it so close. Rummaging through the drawers, I couldn’t find the damn key, and the paranoia multiplied. What was she hiding?
Lifting the papers from her desk, I looked everywhere, but there was no sign of a key. It made me certain she was hiding something, and I was just about to go and wake her up before dragging her into the room to answer when her soft voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Looking for something?” She was wearing another nightgown, and she looked so sexy I could have bent her over the desk and taken her right there, but I had to take care of business first, so I pushed all the feelings and lust to the back of my mind.
“Open this drawer!” I commanded, pointing at the locked desk.
“It’s just the information about the foster home,” she tried to explain, but I could see the fear on her face and knew she was trying to hide something.
“Open the fucking drawer,” I repeated, my speech slower now.
She walked around the desk before stopping at the black printer that sat on the top of a ledge. She lifted the printer to reveal a shiny silver key, taking it into her small hand before giving it to me.
I stared at her for clarification. If these were her secrets, she sure had handed them over too easily. She wasn’t the type of girl I would want holding my secrets if that was all it took for her to give them up. A small voice said that maybe she only gave it up so easily because she trusted me, but I ignored it. Olivia wasn’t an innocent; she was in the game, and I was forcing myself to believe that.
Kneeling, I opened the drawer. There were different files with names on each tab. One was a young kid with red hair who looked like he was afraid of his shadow. I took the file out, skimmed through it, and then threw it over my shoulder.
“No! Hunter, I need that!” she yelped, racing to the floor to gather the sheets and carefully placing them back into the folder as I skimmed the next folder and repeated the action.
She was rushing around to clean up after me until I had gone through each folder, only more upset than when I started. There was no information, and I was no closer to understanding her role in the mess that was now my life.
“Are you happy now?” she asked, gripping the folders tightly.
I was so pissed, and she looked so enticing, I gripped her throat without thinking. She dropped the folders, and they fell in a stack on the desk. Brushing them aside, I bent her over the wooden desk and folded my body over hers.
My cock pressed into her ass, hot and stiff as she whimpered through rushed breaths. Pulling the nightgown just above her ass, I pushed her legs open to feel her swollen lips, a consequence she’d suffered from my thrashing the night before. I loved to make my mark on her, and I knelt to get a better look.
Her flower was red and throbbing, already wanting more of me. Without warning, I licked her slit, tasting the arousal as she gasped for air. Fuck, I wanted to take her, but we had to get out of there soon.
The enemy knew where she lived, so he could already be watching, and I didn’t want to cause a scene in her neighborhood and alert the authorities. She was lucky because I was itching to hand out more punishment.
Rising back to my feet, I bent over her body so that my mouth was at her ear. “You better remember who’s in control, Olivia. You need permission for everything, and if you leave my sight without asking, it’ll be a lot worse than last night. Do you understand?” I growled.
“Yes,” she whispered, and I finally let her up, noticing the red mark on her neck, a bubble of pride rising in my throat.
“We need to leave, so you have to pack some things,” I instructed, watching her contemplate giving me some pushback before she acquiesced and walked to her bedroom without incident. She stuffed clothes into a pink duffle bag in a rush, and I watched over her closely, hoping she would give me a reason to punish her.
Unfortunately, she was a good girl, so I gripped her arm roughly, leading her down the steps before dragging her to the car. Olivia was quieter than usual, and as I turned over the ignition, I found myself trying to change that.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” I barked, less upset than I sounded. I just wanted to talk to her, but I didn’t know how to have a casual conversation with her anymore.
The control was intoxicating. I loved to watch her cower in fear as my words hit her like punches. She was willingly enduring my wrath, and deep down, I knew she liked it. She wanted to be mine, to do as I said and face punishment for going against me.
There was a reason she hadn’t told her family about the attack on the cartel, and I was beginning to think I was it. She wanted to be with me, but I wouldn’t let her. Olivia was special to me, but I didn’t want to admit it.
I’d use her body because that release cleared my mind and took me to new levels I couldn’t live without. But that was all she would get. There would be no emotion attached, and no matter what she said, I wouldn’t believe her.
“I didn’t tell anyone, Hunter, I swear!” she repeated, but I knew it was bullshit.
“Then why did you come home, Olivia?” I glanced over at her while making a U-turn.
“I couldn’t let the kids down. It was the only reason.” She tried to give me the innocent eyes, so I looked away, not wanting to be affected by her act.
“And your phone? Why didn’t you answer the fucking phone when I called?” I raised my eyebrows, knowing there was no acceptable excuse. She had shut me out, and although I’d never tell her, it hurt that she planned to cut me off.
“I was scared,” she whispered, refusing to look in my direction.
She knew she was wrong, and that did offer some form of solitude, but it wasn’t enough. She had to pay, and I would make sure she did. Olivia had a lot to learn about who was in control. I didn’t care who her father was; I was the only man that could save her.
And I was certain she knew something about Anthony Bianchi, because when I mentioned his name the previous night, she lit up like a Christmas tree. She knew much more than she was letting on, and I wasn’t going to accept anything less than full disclosure.
She was mine. And although I had plenty of work to do to get to the Maxwell syndicate and the Bianchi cartel, I first needed more alone time with her. She was all I could think about, and I wanted to feel her and hear her cry out when I rammed her walls without restraint.
“Do you not like it when I call you Hunter?” she asked.
I glanced over to see her wide eyes staring across the car at me. God, she was beautiful. Knowing she belonged to me set my cock in motion. There was no fill of her; my tank was endless. I just couldn’t get enough, but she was willing to give me more every time. Even now, she was looking at me with need.
“I don’t care,” I lied. I loved when she said my name, it had never sounded better coming from anyone’s mouth, but I was going to use it as a way to torture her for the fun of it. “It’s not even my real name.”
A shadow of a smile played on her lips as she faced forward, and I wondered what she knew about me. I’d forgotten to ask her how she learned my name in the first place, but in due time I’d have her ready to answer every question I could think of. She had no idea what she was walking into, but I couldn’t wait.
