Pure Illusion (7 page)

“
Oof
…” A massive hand clasps over
my mouth before I can suck down some air and release a scream. In a blink of an
eye, I’m hauled over a strong shoulder of a hooded person and carried out the
house into the dark winter night. It’s raining again. Cold, wet drops splashes
and bites my exposed skin. Before I can process anything further, I’m thrown in
a heated truck, not just any truck. It’s Hunter’s truck.

Hunter’s hooded, furious face comes into
view. I scramble across the seat, over to the other side, resting my back
against the cool window. He looks extremely frightening. His hands shoot out to
grab my ankles, dragging me across the cab and back to him. “Stop resisting,
Isabel, before I spank you so hard you’ll never know one before it.”

I instantly go limp as he pulls me back
into my seat and then straps the belt over my lap. Hunter slams my door, jogs
around the hood and jumps in, shutting his door behind him. He starts the
engine, glancing over his shoulder as he reverses out the driveway.

“Am I in trouble?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to spank me?”

My father used to spank me and my
brother for discipline purposes in our adolescent years. I never enjoyed them.

He looks at me as he maneuvers the truck
fully out the driveway.

That odd look sends my heart soaring.

“Maybe.
Depends on how
I feel when we get home.”

Hunter demanded that I stay in the
shower for the longest time. He said I smelled of Max and it made him sick to
the core. Every word out of his mouth was an insult and it assaulted me in
every way imaginable. Now I stand in his bedroom, wrapped in a fluffy yellow
towel before Hunter.

His gaze roams over my face, searching
for something and then down my body. I unwind the towel and let it drop to my
feet. I am bare and vulnerable. His stares at me for a moment and his eyes
become sharpen weapons, taking in every angel. Hunter lifts himself off the bed
and strolls to me. Once he reaches me, he takes my face between his hands and
storks my cheeks with his thumbs. That simple touch burns into my bones.

“The night isn’t over. I’m still a
whore,” I whisper, gazing helplessly into ocean blue eyes.

One hand leaves my cheek, flipping my
hair over my shoulder. He runs the pads of his fingertips across the red bite
mark. “He bit you?”

My lips press together in a grim line,
and I remain silent.

Hunter tips his head down and places a
soft kiss over my wound.

Powerful tingles surge throughout my
body as I gasp. Warmth flutters in the pit of my belly as legs buckle.

Oh.

My.

God!

I’m going to fall.

Hunter is quick to catch me as my body gives
way. He scoops me up in his arms and then lays me down on the bed. He wedges
himself between my legs, grinding down. My breath hitches. I feel the steely
hardness and scorching heat of his enormous erection through his jeans.
Shutting my eyes, I force my hips to stay glued to the bed.

This cannot be real.

I hear small wisps of fabric being torn
away from his body. Hunter leans down to whisper in my ear. “Do you want me,
Isabel?”

“Yes,” I admit in a low breathy tone.

His fingers trail up the side of my jaw
and his hot erection jabs my sex as he shifts. I pull in a sharp breath. I feel
warm skin against slick warm skin. I’m already wet and he’s barely touched me.

“Open your eyes,” Hunter murmurs in the
same low tone. “I want to see you, see me take you.”

My eyelids snap open. I don’t know if
I’m still high off the pills but Hunter’s eyes are sparkling. They’re like
glittering blue crystals looking down at me with a wide range of emotions that
are all completely foreign.

This is real and impossible to believe. 
 

His hands reach up in my thick mass of
dark hair, carefully undoing the braids. He yanks on both of the white ribbons,
freeing them from my hair. “Hold your wrists out to me.”

Intrigued, I do and watch in fascination
as he links the satin together and then binds both my wrists, fastening them to
the headboard. “Pull down.”

Testing the strength of the ribbons, I
try to yank my hands downward but the restraints only get tighter. He runs his
fingers down my neck, tracing the intricate henna tattoo that flows along the
curves of my body.

A fierce shiver goes through me.

“Baby, you’re too innocent to be a
whore. You look more like a nervous bride, giving herself away.”

“I’m not
innocent
or a
bride
.
I want you to fuck me. Is that such a demanding request? I swear if you don’t,
I’ll find someone, anyone, who will.”

He smiles down at me and my stupid heart
clenches painfully in my chest. His smile is anything but friendly. It’s a
threat. “Such a filthy mouth,” he scorns playfully. He presses searing kisses
down the center of my chest, biting and flicking each nipple as he goes.

I shudder and jerk against the
restraints that instantly tighten.

“Yeah, baby, I can fuck you. I just hope
you understand what you’re asking for. You’re about to make a mistake with
Enemy Number One.”

He flips me over so fast that I don’t
have time to anticipate anything. The ribbons dig into my wrists, and I have to
hold myself up on my elbows to keep the restraints from completely cutting off
my circulation. The position is very uncomfortable, but I’m oddly turned-on.

“If I remember correctly, someone needed
a spanking. I think you even
begged
me for it. Tilt you sweet ass up.”

A bundle of nerves and a queasy, uneasy
feeling sinks in the pit of my stomach, causing me to get a little lightheaded
and nauseous. I’ve never been intimate with Hunter, and he has a notorious
reputation for getting completely out of control. He can really hurt me. “I
don’t want you to spank me,” I mumble into the pillow.

“You’re a whore, are you not?”

I nod, not wanting to give in and admit
my fear and concern. He wins that way.

“Well, Isabel, I take what I want from
whores.” He presses a soft kiss in the center of my spine and then nips me
lightly, causing my entire body to tremble. “I’m going take what I want from
you, whore.”

“Please?” I can’t stop quivering.

“No, baby.
Tilt your ass
up. If I ask again it’ll only be worse for you. I’m being patient. You
shouldn’t test me. Be a good little whore and do as I say.” His voice has taken
on a sharp, cold, unforgiving, and mocking edge that chills me. It’s depleting
my state of arousal.

My breath is ragged as my heart pounds
erratically inside my throat. “Hunter, I can’t…I’m not ready.”

And I don’t trust you.

He
tsks
and the mattress concaves
as he moves a little behind me.

A moment later, I gasp and my elbows
wobble until I collapse flat on the bed. An intense stinging sensation explodes
and ripples across my backside. The ribbons bite into my skin. The pain is
white-hot and excruciating.

He slapped my ass!

Brutally.

I quickly scurry up on my elbows to
support myself and gain some relief. Tears brim my eyes and my breath comes in
rapid, heavy pants.

“Did you like that, Isabel?” His voice
is husky and smooth like a male sex phone operator. I’m unsure if I do, but
it’s obvious that he does. Hunter is such a sadistic lunatic, an unbelievably
sexy sadistic lunatic, but a sadistic lunatic nonetheless.

I press my lips together, refusing to
let him win.

“All you have to do is say ‘stop’ and
I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

I give a slight nod.

Without warning another slap strikes me.
He doesn’t stop to make sure I’m okay this time. It’s just a current of
scorching, cruelly violent smacks. I force myself to swallow the frantic wail
that’s building in my chest. Despite the numerous protests I yell inside my
head, the malicious spanking is ceaseless.

I lose count after fifteen.

I’m sobbing now, incapable of keeping my
body from shaking.

“Is forty enough, Isabel?” his voice is
harsh and raw and aroused? “I can go to a hundred if you want, maybe two.”

“Stop.
Please stop,” I
cry desperately, my forehead brushing the pillow below, my arms bent in an
awkward position, the muscles twitching and cramping.

Lost in the agony of my throbbing
backside and sore wrists, I didn’t realize he untied me until I feel his warm,
hard body cuddle into to mine. I sob in his neck as he attentively strokes my
hair.

“I…hate…you…so…much,” I say throughout
ugly sobbing. “You’re…so…me-mean to me.”

He tips his head down and skims his
supple lips against mine. I lose my breath and train of thought with him so
close. He looms above me, placing sweet kisses down my chest to my belly. His
tongue touches my navel.

I groan, squeezing my eyes shut and
thrashing around like a rabid animal. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire.
He drags his velvety thick tongue down my stomach.

My sobs cease only for breathy gasps to
take its place. When I try to close my legs, Hunter simply places a hand on
each knee, forcefully prying my thighs apart. I feel overly vulnerable to him
right now and too exposed.

“Let me kiss it and make it better,”
Hunter coos. “Let me make you come. I have to make you come after this. It’s
only fair.” His warm breath beats against the inside of my thigh.

Keeping my eyes closed, I nod, slightly
tilting my hips up.

I guess I want this too.

He gently kisses the top of my sex in a
barely there peck, sending fierce tumors through me. My skin feels tingly and hot.
So impossibly hot that I think I might combust into flames. Then his tongue
skillfully slides between my folds, up and down, through the wetness.

My breath leaves a shuddered sigh, and I
bolt upright, holding his head in place. A million pleasurable sensations
pulses in that one area where he continues to lick. “Hunter,” I whisper, barely
audible.

He presses a hand flat on my belly and
harshly shoves me down. My head hits the feather-filled pillows. “Lie back down
and accept it. Let me make you feel good.”

Grunting, moaning and crying, I writhe
against his unrelenting mouth. Hunter circles a heavy arm around my waist,
effectively holding me in place as he eagerly pushes his face between my legs,
licking and sucking away.

“Hunter, please.” I don’t know what I’m
asking for. All I know is that his mouth on me is too intense. His tongue
slowly circles my clit and then dips inside me. My eyes widen and I pull in a
sharp breath, unable to escape from his hungry mouth because of the weight of
his heavy arm. Every muscle within me begins to shiver as an incredible warmth
races down my spine.

I’m close.

I’m so close.

My fingers thread through his golden
locks. “Baby, please.”

He says something too low for me to
comprehend,
then
his tongue savagely plunges into me
over and over again in faster rhythm. My hips buckle, and I come brutally but
that doesn’t deter him from licking. I’m flooded with a current of fiery,
body-consuming orgasms. I whimper incoherent protests, desperately pushing his
head away. His arm tightens around my hips and then he lightly nips my clit. I
explode again so many times the pleasure starts to mingle with pain.

“Enough. Please, Hunter. I’m going to
die. This is too much.”

He presses sweet kisses inside my left
leg and sinks his teeth in the apex of my thigh, biting me. It feels like he’s
taking a piece from me.

I cry out and roughly shove his head
away, tears spilling from my eyes.

He collapses beside me, rolling me over
to him, forming me into the curves of his solid, muscular body.

Even though it’s dark, the silver
moonlight beams through all the windows, making the room pale and illuminating.
I look up into his tortured, handsome face. Pure blue eyes stare back at me. My
heart flutters. I allow myself the simple pleasure of watching him blink for
five more seconds before I close my eyes and groan. Every aspect of Hunter is
just too overwhelming. His fingertips gingerly explore the features of my face
as if it’s made from some delicate material. He drops his hand from my face and
places it over my heart. It thuds heavily under his palm that threatens to burn
right into my chest.

“Your heart is racing,” he whispers with
some kind of strange awe in his voice.

I snuggle closer into him, resting my
face in his neck. He smells like manly beauty and rain. “My heart beats fast
because I love you.” With that confession, I let the darkness take over and
quickly fall into a place where the wildest of dreams can come true.