Hunter (20 page)

I took a deep breath.

“I've killed at over fifty people in the last few years. Well over. Those are the ones I remember. You wanna know hurt, Adriana? There it is. I carry so much blood on my hands that I can barely see my skin. Any shred of light I had disappeared when you did. Life meant nothing to me if you weren't in it.” He rubbed his hand down his face incredibly slowly. “I loved you. A part of me still does love you. You don't love someone as much as I loved you and have that go away. Gaige Pontarelli knows that because he loves you, too. And that's why I fucking hate him, because I know you love him back. You were everything to me. Were. Are. Whatever. Hate me as badly as you want. Hurt me. Go ahead. I don't care. If I don't have you, then I don't have fucking anything. I should know. I've had nothing for ten fucking years.”

My jaw trembled and I looked away from him.

I wanted to hurt him.

I had.

I hurt him before I'd even tried.

He thought I was in love with Gaige.

“You... You think I'm in love with Gaige?” I asked softly. My voice shook with every word.

He nodded sharply. “I know you are, Adriana. I see the way you look at him.”

“I don't love Gaige. Not like that.” I kept my eyes on his face as my words filled the air between us. “I know how he feels about me. Believe me. Everyone does, but even Gaige himself knows I don't feel the same. How could I ever love him when a crazy mad part of me still loves you?”

He met my eyes.

“How could Gaige ever be my whole life when the person I loved more than anything was thousands of miles away from me? Don't you get it, Hunter? I'm so angry with you because I have ten years worth of heartbreak. I didn't know you thought I was dead. I just thought you didn't care. You broke my heart.” I link my hands behind my neck, letting my elbows rest on my chest. “You are the only person who's ever broken my heart and you didn't even know you did it.”

His shoulders heaved, his nostrils flaring as he took a deep breath. Once again, the silence between us screamed out with the heavy emotion that lingered in the words we'd spoken. They hung heavy in the air, their honesty startling.

I didn't know what I expected.

It definitely wasn't for him to come me.

He reached behind me and carefully, unlinked my fingers. His roughened hands took mine as he slowly lowered my arms to my sides. My heart beat quickly, clenching with sadness as his touch skated across my skin like a gentle gust of wind.

He was hesitant, a world away from the Hunter from the past several days. He was closer to the boy I knew once. The boy I fell in love with.

But people change, and so does love.

I didn't want a soft, gentle brush of his fingertips on my skin.

I wanted a bruising grasp on my hips.

I didn't want a delicate kiss.

I wanted my bottom lip bitten.

I didn't want my heart stolen.

I wanted my breath fucked out of me.

I didn't want the boy I fell for.

I wanted the man he was.

“Show me you,” I whispered. My hand reached up to his face, and my thumb glided along the rough stubble on his jaw. “I don't care if you single-handedly wiped out a whole country. I don't care if you've tortured or physically abused people. I want to see you, Carlo. Show me you.”

He grasped my hand. “I can't.”

“Yes, you can. What if this is the only chance we have? Because tomorrow, I'm going to New York. I don't care if I have to drive there. I'm going whether you like it or not. I'm going whether or not you come with me.”

I shook with restraint.

I wanted to... Fuck. I wanted to do so many things to her. I wanted to fuck her every which way until she begged me to stop because she couldn't take her. I wanted my cock inside her every possible way—her mouth, her cunt, her ass. I wanted her mouth around my dick while she bucked her pussy against my face. I wanted her tongue flicking against the head of my cock as I fucked her tits.

I wanted her screaming.

Crying.

Moaning.

Begging.

Groaning.

Pleading.

Bruised.

Bleeding.

Exhausted.

I wanted everything she couldn't take.

Everything that would make her hate me.

I wanted to grab her so hard my fingers left bruise marks.

I wanted to kiss her so hard her lip bled.

I wanted to spank her so hard she'd stop feeling it.

I wanted her bound and at my mercy.

I wanted her tied.

Knotted.

Restrained.

He looked at me.

He was torn.

He was... trying, I realized.

Trying not to give in.

Trying not to give me what I wanted.

His war was in his eyes, the battle being fought in the tautness of his muscles.

His shirt strained over his shoulders. His arms bulged against the tight material that hugged his body, and if I dropped my eyes, I could see his long, hard cock pushing against his pants.

I took a deep breath of air as the intensity of his gaze burned through me. I felt it everywhere although he was only looking into my eyes. My skin tingled a little more with each second that passed that he didn't move, and a dull, lustful ball of desire formed in my lower stomach. It spread downward until my clit throbbed and my pussy ached, slowly getting wet as the thoughts of him, Hunter unrestrained, flashed behind my eyes.

Would he be what I wanted?

Would he be rough?

Ready?

Would he be unrelenting, almost dangerous with every touch?

Would he leave marks?

Would it hurt?

Would he like it?

Would I?

My body thrummed with the anticipation. Oh my God, I was excited. I didn't understand it. I'd never wanted rough. I'd never wanted to be... hurt... before. But with him... I trusted him to hurt me without causing me pain. I trusted him to hurt me so it was pleasure.

I wanted him. I wanted it. I wanted everything.

My fingers twitched at my sides.

If I touched him, would he move?

If I spoke, would he falter?

Would he ever give in?

The lust that shone back at me in her eyes made my cock twitch.

I had no idea what she was thinking. I had no idea if the shadow behind the desire that was so bright was fear or anticipation.

I didn't know if she was afraid of me or waiting for me.

I wanted both.

I wanted her to fear what I could do to her, because I did.

Her tongue flicked out. It glided across her lower lip, and I dropped my eyes. The movement was so slow I knew it was deliberate, but I was amazed by the way the wetness glinted in the dull light that the strip cast through the window.

I was amazed by the way she stood so still, so steady...

She wanted me... to see me. To know me. To see who I was. The monster I'd changed into in her absence.

I took a slow, deep breath, and locked my eyes onto her. “You want me to show you who I really am?”

She didn't blink as she answered. “Yes.”

I let go.

If I thought he was wild before, I was mistaken.

He kissed me like a starving man. His fingers wound into my hair at the base of my neck and tugged hard as he unleashed a devastating assault on my mouth with his. I couldn't breathe as his tongue fought viciously with mine. I couldn't think as adrenaline pumped my desire around my body, consuming me.

His fingers dug into my side as he spun me and pushed me back against the window seat. I held my hand out behind me to soften my fall, but Hunter broke the kiss to drop me down. The chill of the window seeped through my shirt as he bent down and pushed me back.

His grip on my hair didn't waver, and I gasped as he yanked my head back. He bit my lip, slowly dragging it between his teeth, causing tiny jolts of pain and pleasure to shoot through my body.

I moaned.

I couldn't help it.

Hunter's hot breath cascaded over my skin as he slid one leg between my knees and ghosted his mouth over my jaw. My scalp stung from his unrelenting hold on my hair, but my heart was pounding so ferociously that I barely noticed the pain. His lips were too hot as they licked, nipped, and sucked their way down my neck, even as his teeth grazed my tender pulse point.

I shivered.

He smiled.

It felt dark, if a smile could feel dark. I knew he knew what he was doing, and that smile made me shiver again. He was so in control of every single movement he made... so focused on every single touch.

It was almost unnerving.

He set my body alight with every move, and even the slightest sensation of his breath across my skin had my hairs all standing on end.

He pulled the strap of my tank top down over my shoulder, then reached between us to do the same to the other side. He kept this up, slowly moving each strap down an inch further before switching, dragging his fingertips down my arms. The fabric rolled and bunched over my breasts before it finally snapped down and he pulled the straps over my hands.

It was the strangest, most sensual thing I'd ever experienced.

My nipples tingled and hardened almost painfully against my bra. Hunter dipped his mouth to my collarbone and flicked his tongue out across the hollow curve. I inhaled sharply as he cupped one of my breasts with his firm hand.

He ran his thumb back and forth over the line where the cup ended and my bare skin began. He swirled his tongue down my skin until it took the place of his thumb and dipped inside the cup. The tip brushed across my nipple, and the slight touch sent a wash of heat through me.

He moved to the other, did the same, and back, again, and again, and again.

Like he was deciding what he wanted to do with me.

I reached between us and unclipped my bra. His laugh was dark and low as the cups sprung apart. I barely had a chance to respond before he grasped one tit and took my nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over and over again, and I arched my back as pinched the other and rolled it between his finger and his thumb.

It hurt, but at the same time, it didn't.

I didn't know what it was apart from fucking amazing.

He slid my bra over my shoulder and down. The trailing of the soft straps against my skin tickled, but I couldn't laugh, because Hunter pushed me back against the glass and hooked two of his fingers in my waistband.

At the front.

I swallowed hard.

His lips curved upward into a delicious smirk that screamed of dirty things.

He undid the button of my jeans in one swift movement, and then pulled at them, despite the fact my butt was on the sofa. He seemed to realize this exactly when I did, because he scooped one arm behind my back, lifted me, and pushed my pants down by sliding his hand down and over my ass.

I hit the cushion hard as he immediately turned his attention to removing my jeans. They were gone in seconds, and before I could laugh, he was forcing my underwear off without lifting me. He pulled the string panties off over my feet, then stood, keeping hold of them.

His eyes fixated on mine despite the fact we were in opposite states of undress. “I'm going to tell you what I want—what I really want—to do to you. You can tell me no at any time. I won't go further than you want.”

I nodded, breathing quickly.

“No, Adriana. Tell me you understand.”

I understood then. He wanted my consent. My silence couldn't be misunderstood, then. If I said yes now, then every time I stayed quiet from then on would be a yes. “Yes,” I said quietly. “I understand.”

He stared at me for a moment then dropped my thong on my thigh. I breathed deeply as I watched him grasp the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head, revealing his toned body.

Hunter leaned forward on the seat, kneeling with one knee, and grasped my underwear. His breath skittered across my mouth as he reached behind me and took hold of one of my wrists. “I want you tied up,” he whispered. “So you can't use your hands. So you can't push me away.” He brought both of my hands together and secured them.

Using my underwear.

He smiled against my jaw and trailed his fingertips up my side. “I want to push you to your knees so you can suck my cock, then I want to sit you on the edge of this seat and lick your cunt until your juices coat my tongue. I want to flip you over onto your front and fuck you until you scream my name.” He lowered his voice as he said the last three words, and they rolled off of his tongue so slowly that they teased over my skin in the most perfect threat.

“And,” he continued, pulling my hair and hovering his mouth above mine. “I'm going to pull your hair so hard I'll see your face when you do. I'm going to smack your tight ass until you moan, and I'm going to fuck you so goddamn hard you'll forget there was ever anyone else inside you.”

Sweet fucking God.

Cazzo.

Carlo 'Hunter' Rosso was definitely not the boy I fell in love with.

He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, and with his other arm around my waist, guided me forward and onto my knees. I didn't think sucking cock was supposed to be this hot, but there was something alluring about me being completely naked with my hands tied, and him standing in front of me, his jeans still on, all ripped abs and tatted skin and daring smirk.

I watched raptly as he stood in front of me and undid his pants. His arms flexed as he did so, and my mouth went dry as he pushed down his jeans, exposing how obviously his hard cock was pushing against his underwear. The soft-looking cotton hugged it perfectly, and I could see the smooth outline of it as it strained for freedom.

Unbidden, my tongue darted out to wet my lips.

A low sound rumbled deep in his throat as he pulled down his boxers. His cock sprung free from the confines of his underwear, and I took a deep breath as he stepped out of the clothing. Hunter reached down and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and slowly stroked himself.