Give Me All Of You (15 page)

She relaxed the inner muscles of her legs, letting them fall completely open.

She tried but couldn’t read his face in the darkness of the car. All she got was the sound of his rough breathing and the unceasing thrust of his finger into her.

He pulled back, startling her,
“I hope you don’t love this dress, Mina,” he growled in warning.

“What
… What do you mean?” She blinked trying to jumpstart her brain from inertia.

Hunter laughed diabolically
, the sound rippled overhead, he gripped the hem of her wedding dress and tore.

The sound
of the costly cloth being ripped apart was jagged in the confined space.

T
here was no time to mourn.

The fact that she
was basically naked from the waist down barely sunk in before she shrieked as she went airborne. Landing with a thump astride Hunter’s powerful thighs, hers stretched indecently around his.

She reared back, her eyes fell down between them, darkness greeted her, but there was no denying the hot, hard prot
uberance which fairly burned the length of her stomach.

Hunter had freed himself while he’
d been pleasing her. Outrage or exhilaration or a dangerous combination of both warred inside her.

Sensing her shock, Hunter chuckled, the sound thoroughly satisfied
. She fumed, opened her mouth-

“You won’t
be needing these either,” he mused, rudely cutting her off.

The
quick sting from the slender fabric on her hips, answered, as Hunter ripped off her underwear in one precise move.

Stunned, her heart
careened in her chest. She had to seize her own share of this coupling.

She leaned in
to him and the hot heat rising between them was still pulling dying jolts of sensation from her. She was more than ready.

Befo
re she lost her nerve, she reared up, hopefully high enough, and sank down onto him.

Hunter cried out as though
he’d been mortally bitten, she let go and pushed down, a cry caught in her throat, drowned out by Hunter’s uninhibited roar of pleasure.

Her back jerked as tension mounted between her shoulder blades, she clenched her teeth and focused fiercely on where they were joined.

It felt afire, the length of him burned all the way to her womb.

She winc
ed, and clutched his hard shoulders.

Perhaps that hadn’t been such a good ide
a. She’d underestimated his size.

But lifting away from him
was not an option.

She inched backwards, tightened her grasp around his shoulders.
He came forward, their lips met. She closed her eyes and let go of everything else.

All her senses raced to her lips, her body rocked with bliss as she absorbed
the tender swipe of Hunter’s tongue as he teased, cajoled and finally began to sip at her.

H
e ducked away before she could pull him in. She almost cried out, but then he came back, brushed her eyelids, her cheeks.

She groaned at the exquisite sensations, the t
ips of her fingers ached to touch him, reaching forward she cupped his face in the dark.

Hard lines, soft,
wide lips, an arrogant nose, unbidden a smile tugged at her lips. Driven on, she skimmed further and the tickle of fine, sharp facial hair kissed her fingers. Leaning forward eagerly, she nuzzled them and inhaled his singular scent. Clean and male it flooded her nostrils, drifted deep into her mouth until she could taste it on the back of her tongue.

She
held his face, trapping him, sucked greedily on his bottom lip. It was beyond description, he was soft, sweet, his taste beguiled her tongue. With a start she knew that she’d been dying to kiss him again ever since they’d made love.

Even when
they’d argued outside the church, and the horrible reality of just how much he’d controlled her life had come out, she’d wanted to reach out and touch him. She hated this weakness, but she couldn’t get away from it.

Right
now she needed it.

And he was letting her take as much as
she wanted. Still and sure he didn’t move as she gulped down his flavor. His divine taste churned and blossomed on her tongue and then he came alive, plunged his tongue almost to the back of her throat with a hard, ruthless stab. She reciprocated and battled him back, their mouth strained against her each, teeth scraping, lips submerged.

Their breathing grew loud and harsh, the sting of
bruises began to form on her lips but Hunter’s mouth was intoxicating. She plied her tongue shamelessly against his.

T
here was never a moment of retreat. He forced her head to the side and she complied willingly, his tongue snaked around inside her mouth, teasing, sucking and thoroughly subduing hers.

The urge to scream with delight overwhelmed her, but s
he needed more. With a painful groan, she moved her hips tentatively over the iron heat still trapped snugly inside her body. Discomfort lanced up her middle, she broke away, muffled a wince.

“Easy baby,”
Hunter muttered, dropping kisses on her forehead. He caught her hips and moved her experimentally, slowly up the length of him.

She
tensed, caught the insides of her mouth with her teeth, the discomfort tugged at her, but it was already diminishing with Hunter’s careful movement.

“Better?” Hunter queried his
voice gravelly, restrained.

She nodded.

He clasped her bottom and began to knead it, his mouth returned to hers and b
efore long she was moving, trying to match the stab of his tongue with the same motion of her hips. She slid tentatively along the thick length of him.

Moments
later the steady ride made her slick and pliable. Sweet heat began gathering in her core, growing stronger with each thrust. She shuddered and involuntary contractions seized her muscles. Hunter gasped, hardened his hands around the swell of her bottom.

She began movi
ng faster, wanting more. Her earlier discomfort vanished into the recesses of her mind.

Hunter morphed
from the compliant lover into an earthquake beneath her. He surged upwards causing her breath to falter, slamming his hips up against hers.

Her body rippled with the
force of his movement, her head met and began thumping rhythmically against the soft roof of the car.

She widened her hips to give him more room and held
onto him, as he undulated and soared beneath her, each glide made her cry out as he burst through the narrow grasp of her inner muscles. Sensations began rushing and building, her breath started to falter, and with it the force that she now recognized.

She gr
ound down onto him, sending him as deep into her body as he could get, she whipped her head back. Hunter crushed her to him, and speared into her with stunning repetitive force, it was just what she needed, she screamed as she clenched with all her strength around him.

Hunter we
nt into a frenzy beneath her, with the last of her strength she latched onto his shoulders as he lost himself, moments later he was shouting her name, his voice raw and hoarse.

Limp, s
he collapsed against him, unable to move. She was out of breath and feeling strangely fulfilled.

Hunter
’s hold was equally tight, the thud of his pounding heart matched hers.

She
stared blindly into the darkness all around them. She had given Hunter her hand in marriage and now she’d followed it with her body.

What was next for them
, did they have a future or had she just made two of the biggest mistakes of her life?

Standing beside the long, expansive
windows of their newly shared office in Bronswort mansion, Hunter watched Mina walking absently below.

Minutes before s
he’d refused his offer of a quiet lunch together. Ignoring him she’d left and now strolled the grounds of Bronswort like a lost soul. His brows furrowed as he watched her reach up and pluck one of the tiny, snowy blossoms from a nearby orange tree. She stood still inhaling the scent.

Despite the bitterness that
festered in their marriage, he itched to go down to her. But he wouldn’t be welcomed.

She looked up at the
house and he pulled back before she could spot him.

Frustrated he whipped around and
nearly trampled Hermile who’d rolled soundlessly up behind him.

“You’re i
n love with her,” Hermile said calmly, leaving no room for argument.

Was he? He didn’t know nor did he want to.
He bristled and brushed past the meddlesome man. If he wasn’t determined to stay with Mina, who’d refused to live with him, he wouldn’t stay another minute in this house.

“That’
s none of your business.”

“True,
but you need help. Mina is stubborn-”

“
Like Josephine?” Hunter supplied brutally, regretting it immediately when the older man stiffened. He shouldn’t have said that, considering what he was trying to accomplish for Mina’s mom. He sighed wearily and massaged some stiff muscles in his shoulder, “drop it okay? Mina gives me enough to handle without you adding your two cents.”

Hermile
chuckled good-naturedly, then his eyes grew troubled. “Any signs of life yet?”  He stared pointedly at the thick mountain of files which littered Hunter’s desk.

Hunter’s mouth turned down. He’d demanded
total openness in the business, and Mina had brought him up to speed on other areas of debt that he hadn’t even known existed.

Bronswort would prove
costlier to turn around than he’d anticipated.

He strode over to his desk, flipped open an
annual report. “It’ll take time Hermile. We’re still losing money each month, despite the reduction in debt.”

Hermile’s stern face was pinched white with alarm. Hunter held up a hand, “there’s no need to panic, my
pockets are deep enough but they’re not bottomless. I’ve arranged for a series of temporary respites that may get us back on track.”

The door swung open and Mina str
ode in. She took in the scene before her with calculating eyes. “Scheming and planning again?” She stared pointedly at Hermile, “let me guess, since you’re out of daughters to sell-”

“Mina!” Both he and Hermile barked in unison.

She laughed, a venomous sound. “So now we’ve grown a conscience? Tell me how much did Hunter offer you to get you to agree to sell your daughter, ten million, twenty?”

Hermile wheeled so fast towa
rds her, Hunter thought he would run her down, but he stopped with inches to spare and glared up at her. “You’re becoming a bitter, spiteful woman Mina.”

She scowled at him but her gaze rose and he knew
that her venom was actually directed at him, “How much Hunter?” she snarled.

His eyes
fell to her mouth, set in tight lines, even now he yearned to touch her.

How long had it been since he’
d kissed her, been inside her?

Seven nights, eight days.
Not since their stormy wedding night in his car. It should’ve been a new beginning. He’d been wrong. It had been nothing but an episode of rampant desire.

“
Fifty million and counting Mina. That’s what I’m paying for you,” he shrugged, “and your business of course.”

She didn’t react.

They all knew that he’d paid twice what they’re dwindling business was currently worth. But she probably didn’t care.

No price would be high enough.

How long was she going to punish him for wanting her?

“
I better get going,” Hermile announced to no one in particular.

Hunter managed to tear his eyes away from Mina just as the door close
d behind Hermile.

Mina
marched to her desk.

He considered her
, perhaps he could snatch a chance to spend some time with her. “I’d like if you would accompany me to a meeting I’ve scheduled with the men this afternoon.”

“Oh?” She concentrated on the file
s before her. “Why? You own our company. Surely you don’t need your
employee’s
permission for anything?” she looked up and cold resentment simmered in her eyes.

He’d
insisted that all decisions must now be run past him for approval. But was that enough for the limitless resentment he sensed in her? Was she purposefully being blind to the reality that as his wife, with no pre-nup in place, his businesses and wealth also belonged to her?