And the fact that Idowant this—I want it badly—doesn’t exactly make me feel better. It makes me feel worse.
“You’re so wet, Isabel,” he whispers, and I nearly melt to the floor. “Are you going to tell him how close I was? Are you going to tell him how I’m touching you right now? My hand up your dress. Playing with your pussy. Almost inside you.”
I whimper.
I know he’s asking me questions, but my brain isn’t working well enough to answer them. I don’t know. I don’t know anything right now. All I know is that a man, who is not my husband, is touching me and this is what Hunter wanted…
But Hunter wanted to watch. And right now, we’re in a dim corner, pressed intimately against the wall. Can he even see this? Panic starts to race up my spine.
This is wrong. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, and I wasn’t supposed to want it this much.
Oh, God. What are we doing?
“Drake,” I whisper, about to push him from me, when I sense a figure in my periphery. I turn my head, my eyes landing on Hunter, standing a few feet away, staring at us. His chest is heaving and his mouth is closed tightly, and the sudden sensation that I’ve been caught washes over me.
Drake pulls his hand out from under my dress, taking a step back, just as my husband charges forward. Before I know what’s happening, the room flips upside down and I’m being hoisted over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I shriek as Hunter carries me across the room. I can’t see where we’re going, only the back of his suit. Suddenly, it’s quieter than in the main room and a door closes behind us. We’re in a small room, but I don’t have a chance to get my bearings when he drops me on a counter and wraps his hand around my throat, pulling me toward him to kiss me hard on the mouth.
“Hunter,” I cry out against his lips.
“Take my cock out, Isabel.”
My hands are clenched around the lapels of his suit jacket, frozen in place. My mind is still in a frenzy, and while he doesn’t seem mad, I’m still in a state of shock and I just need to see his face to know for sure. So I push him away to look at him.
His eyes are wild, but not with anger. I’ve never seen him like this before, so overwhelmed with lust. The grip on my throat tightens as he pulls my face closer to his.
“Did he touch you?” he asks.
I nod.
His fingers tighten. “Did you like it?”
My heartbeat picks up speed as I nod again.
Pulling me even closer, he takes my bottom lip between his teeth, biting enough to make it hurt, and I whimper against his mouth.
“Then, be a good little slut and take out my cock, Isabel.”
Sudden arousal lances my belly, making me not just ready for it, butneedyfor it. I’m fumbling quickly with his belt, unfastening his pants in a daze, eagerly reaching into his boxers to hold his cock in my hand like it’s the only thing that will bring me comfort.
The moment his hard length is out, he lets go of my neck, yanks me by my legs to the edge of the counter and wedges himself between my legs, rubbing the head of his cock against my moist panties. It is rough and unhinged, and I want it so badly I’m feral for it. He drags my thong to the side and thrusts himself inside me with force, and I have to latch my arms around his neck to stay upright.
He slams into me again, lighting my body up like fireworks, and I let out a cry. “Harder.”
His heavy grunts are in my ear as he fucks me in this tiny, dim room. “That was so fucking hot, Red. Watching him touch you like that. I can feel how wet you were for him,” he mutters between savage grunts.
“Hunter,” I say, calling his name like an oath. “I’m yours.”
“Fuck right, you’re mine.” He groans. His thrusts pick up speed until I’m barely even touching the counter anymore, levitating in his arms until my body tenses in overwhelming pleasure. It hits me so hard I scream, my nails digging into his jacket and my thighs clenching around his waist.
A moment later, his orgasm follows, and he slams my body against his so tight, his hip bones are sure to bruise my legs. Then I feel his cock flinch inside me as he comes with a roar.
I’m held so tightly against him; I never want to let him go. The grip of his fingers on my legs is hard and aggressive, his way of making me feel safe and desired.
It’s a long time before we loosen our hold on each other, but when we finally pull our chests apart, I kiss his lips, needing to taste the familiarity of him.
“I love you,” I whisper against his mouth.