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  There’s a hesitation to my step and he feels me start to pull back. He faces me, wondering why the hesitancy. “We can eat back at Kara’s, we don’t have to waste money here.”

  A look of bewilderment appears on his face. “We can eat somewhere else, it doesn’t have to be sushi.”

  “It’s not that, I just think it will be easier to eat at Kara’s.” I know I’m deflecting, but I don’t want to tell him the reason why I don’t want to eat out. Tears begin to sting at the back of my eyes. I look down at the pavement, my hair flowing down, which I’m hoping to hides my face. I turn around to head back toward his bike, and Hunter tugs at my hand.

  “Hey.” I stand still in place. “Come here.” Pulling me into him, tears start to slip down my cheeks. I’m willing the silent tears to stop because I don’t want him to see me like this. Someone weak. “What’s wrong?” he whispers in a low tone.

  “I don’t have anything, I just came back to town, not long ago, and I don’t have anything. I can’t afford food, right now. I’m staying at Kara’s till I get everything back together.” He places his fingers under my chin and lifts my face to meet his gaze.

  “Don’t cry. You’re here with me. Be happy. I’ll take care of you. Let’s go eat, you have to be hungry.” He wipes the tears from my face. “Let’s go in, if we keep standing out here, someone is going to kick my ass for making the pretty girl cry and take you from me. We can’t have that now.” I giggle at his response. Suddenly, he leans in and presses his lips against mine, and I melt into him. My arms wrap around his waist, slowly sliding up his back, feeling every curve of his muscular back. I find myself clinging to him, and he takes further control of the kiss by licking the seam of my lips with his tongue. Demanding entry to my mouth, he pulls me closer to him, close enough to feel the hardness of his cock pressing against the curve of my hip, causing me to moan. That leaves him an opening to delve his tongue into my mouth, tangling his tongue with mine. I feel his hand comb through my hair, pulling my head back as he demands my full attention, and my focus becomes only on him.

  The sound of someone walking by clearing his throat breaks us from our private moment. Pulling back from one another, we both take a deep breath at the same time. Heat begins to fan my cheeks from being caught and lost in the moment. “Let’s go eat, I’m hungry for more, but first food,” he growls in my ear, then nipping at it, causing me to jump, but turning me on and wishing I had brought another pair of panties with me to change.

  CHAPTER 5

  We start walking hand in hand down the walkway of the apartment complex. “Thank you again, so much, for dinner. It was delicious.” I don’t remember the last time I went out to eat. It was nice to enjoy something outside of a home-cooked meal.

  “You’re always welcome.”

  I start to notice that we are heading a different direction from Kara’s apartment. “Kara’s apartment is back there.” I point toward the direction of her apartment.

  He laughs and responds with, “I know, I’ve been there a time or two.” He pulls my hand toward him and places a kiss on the back of it; then cups it between both his hands and looks into my eyes.

  “I was hoping to spend time together at my place. That is, if you’re comfortable with that? If not, I understand, I’m just not ready to let you go yet.”

  I embrace the feeling that he’s able to give me, which no one has in a long time. Easy comfort, a form of security that I haven’t felt in a long time, and there is this odd spark between us that I am drawn to. “I’d like that, but before we do. I want to be honest with you. I’m not at a point where I want a relationship.” I can see him stiffen a bit, and I’m not sure how to take his response to what I admitted. I continue; I want to lay all my cards on the table so there are no misconceptions.

  “By no means does it mean that I don’t feel something between us, I’m not in a place where I’m able to process all of this. There’s a reason why I’m here and no longer in Chicago. Some…” I begin to hesitate because I’m not sure where to start with him. He makes me feel like I can tell him anything, and he won’t pass judgment or criticize me for how I handled the situation.

  A shiver passes through me and goose bumps begin to form across my skin. He pulls the jacket from my hand and drapes the jacket across my shoulders, and urges me to keep walking, as he continues to hold my hand. “It’s getting cold out here, let’s talk some more when we get inside.” I nod my head, and we continue to walk in the direction of his apartment.

  He opens the door to his apartment and leads me inside. Crossing the threshold, I begin to look around the surroundings of his apartment. It’s a sexy, modern-type design, with tones of molten black and steely grey blue tones. There isn’t a mess in sight and a few pictures in frames are placed throughout his apartment.

  I hear the door shut behind me, and Hunter places his hand on my lower back, guiding me further into his apartment. “Would you like some coffee? I have creamer this time,” he offers with a wolfish smile.

  I laugh and nod my head. “I would love some coffee, actually. Thanks.” He goes into the kitchen to brew the coffee. I place myself on one of the barstools in front of the breakfast nook, as I watch him move through his kitchen with masculinity.

  He places the creamer between us; then places a cup of coffee in front of each of us. He pours the creamer in my coffee. “Tell me when, kitten.”

  “Thank you.” He pulls back and adds a small amount to the coffee in his, while I savor my first sip. He comes around the nook and pulls the chair next to me closer, and takes his seat beside me, thighs spread open and straddling me. I avoid making eye contact with him because I’m dreading the possible conversation that he wants to have with me. We’ve gotten to know one another over the past few months, but he doesn’t know the specifics of why I’ve moved here. I’ve avoided this subject at every turn. Kara has been asking me the details, and while I’ve told her bits and pieces here and there, I haven’t even told her the whole story, but she’s pieced enough of it together to understand and not push. I am going to take my own time to recover from my mistakes.

  “In this world we have only one life to live,” he begins, and I make eye contact with him, wondering where he’s going with this. “One chance to experience the things in a short duration of time. Being in the service has taught me that we never know which day will be our last. Sometimes I know bad things happen to good people. It can alter the road we want to take because it’s no longer smooth, but even with the roughest roads there’s always light, breathing life back into us and making those bumps in the road not so painful anymore. There are times that we need someone to guide us down that path to begin healing.” He pulls me into his embrace and places a kiss on top of my head. “Let me be the one to guide you, trust me. Let me be the one to breathe life into you. Believe in us. Trust us. I’ve given you your space and time. I need you to really take this leap in faith and know that I will be the one that will bring that spark in your eyes and fuel the fire you have in you.”

  “You do,” I whisper in response. He doesn’t say anything for a few moments, waiting for me to say more and I take a moment to gather my words. “You eviscerate the demons that haunt me. I’m able to relax; I don’t have a million things going on my head. There’s this peace that pours over me at times, when we’re together. I haven’t felt that in a long time and it’s nice.”

  “I would carry the weight of all of your burdens to see the way you look at me every time you see me, as if I’m your knight in armor.” Pulling me off my seat and into his arms, he devours my lips. I return his kisses with the passion he gives me. Pulling his hips to mine, I can feel the length of his hardness against his jeans. Throwing caution in the wind, I reach down to stroke him through his jeans, which causes him to growl. The vibration sends shivers down my spine and my body to feel like it’s on fire. I pull on the hem of his shirt, wanting to place my hands all over him and explore every part of his body. He grabs my hands and restrains me from und
ressing him, and I catch myself whimpering. “I’ll take care of you, kitten, I promise. I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he murmurs against my lips.

  Standing from his chair, he pulls me toward another part of his apartment, leading me into his bedroom. Facing his king-size bed, covered in a white down comforter with matching pillows at the head of the bed, I want to delve into the bed with Hunter and wrap ourselves in the sheets and with one another. I feel my cheeks begin to flush.

  Hunter’s behind me, running his hands across my stomach, up to my breasts, caressing them while placing kisses along the column of my throat. I lean my head against him, giving him more access to me. “I’ve fantasized about this moment too many times since I’ve laid my eyes on you. Now you’re finally here, I can’t keep my hands off you.” I turn around to face him, wanting to see the emotions in his eyes. “Only you, only ever you. It will always be you for me. You’re mine,” he whispers, and he takes control of my body. Running his hands through my hair and pulling just enough to tilt my head back to give him full access. Moaning into his mouth, he presses his lips harder against mine and reaches down to pull my shirt over my head, unclasping my bra, pulling my jeans off along with my panties.

  Picking me up, after stripping me of my clothes, I wrap my legs around his hips as he continues to devour me. Laying me on his bed, he begins to leave a trail of kisses down my chest, savoring every part of my body, lighting me on fire. Pulling at the peak of one breast with his mouth, and massaging the other, causes me to moan as I lift myself toward him. He pulls and pinches my nipples, giving me that slight bit of pain that excites me, causing me to whimper, wanting him to take more of me.

  “Don’t move.” He pushes me back down onto the mattress and I obey. I am willing to do anything for him, as long as he doesn’t stop. Running his fingers between the petals of my core then gliding up and swiping his finger across my clit. I raise my hips to meet his fingers. He pulls back, leaving me aching for more. I moan from disappointment, wanting some part of him back to continue sending me down the path of pleasure. He stands at the end of the bed before me, exuding control and dominance. “Wait. You’ll wait till I say you can come, you greedy little minx,” he demands.

  “Every part of me is screaming for you, but I can only do it if you let me have this.” He leans down and placed a tender kiss on my lips. “Trust me, kitten, I need this from you, more than my next breath. Give yourself over to me.” I nod and concede to his wishes, trusting that he will keep to his word that he will place me before him.

  He strips out of his clothes. I see him moving and it sounds like he’s moving a case from underneath the bed, but I disregard what he’s grabbing. I’m engrossed in his body. I drink in every detail of him, from the muscular parts of him to the tribal tattoo that wraps around his shoulder and extends down his arm. My eyes follow the pattern so that I want to sit up and trace his tattoo with my tongue and continue the trail down to the jutting cock that has me salivating, wanting to know how he tastes.

  “Like what you see?” he asks, as he wraps his hand around his hard dick, stroking it slow and controlled.

  “Yes, all of it.” I moan from the excitement of the scene before me, licking my lips, wishing that I could taste him and take him in my mouth. Wetness flows from the very core where I want him. Towering over me, he kisses my neck, while nipping along the side, leaving a bite of pain that turns me on even further and has me wanting to succumb to his control.

  He has a side that’s sweet and tender for the moments when I feel vulnerable. However, he has this side, which I’m feeling now and suspect that’s dominating, controlling, and confident. It lights my body on fire, and I can’t get enough of his desire for me. I wanted to submit to him, give over to his demands, and allow him to use me to pleasure him, without emotionally or physically damaging me.

  I feel the length of him against me, gliding against my clit, placing pressure in all the right places. Giving him access to every part of me as I gasp for my next breath, he continues to consume me. “You feel perfect against me, as if you’re made for me and only me,” he whispers, while his hands are exploring my body. I feel him grazing his fingers against the side of my body and wrapping around my hips. He pulls my hips against him and he thrusts into me, seating himself to the hilt in a single thrust. I gasp for air from the feel of him filling me. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he snarls.

  I try to move my hips against him to gain more friction, wanting to chase after my orgasm. He halts my movements by tightening his grip on my hip. “Don’t move, Lily. I won’t last. I want to savor this moment with you, feel every inch of you wrapped around me like the hottest silk, gripping me like a vice. Stop trying to take what I will give you when I’m ready to see you fly,” He waits until I relax and forfeit any control left in me to him. That is when he begins to thrust into me: hard, welcoming, punishing thrusts of his cock as I scream for more. I cherish this moment as he glides the head of his cock against the spot that has me spiraling and almost pushing me to the edge of bliss.

  He pulls out of me, and with his strength, he lifts me off the bed and flips me over with my back facing him. The movement catches me off guard and I tense up, waiting to see if he notices the marks that have scarred my back. I lie on the bed and bury my face in the pillow, willing the bed to swallow me whole. I feel his fingers grazing my back, tracing my scars, and my back flinches from his touch. There hasn’t been another person that’s seen my marks since I’ve gotten them. I feel his kisses along my back; over the scars I bear.

  “Is this why you left Chicago, kitten?” I nod my head, anticipating pity.

  “We’ll talk more about these later. You won’t let these define you. You’re the strongest, bravest woman I know, and I can’t get enough of you. I will still need you. I’ll always want you.” I hear him shuffling something behind me and dread consumes me at the thought of him leaving me here on his bed, thinking he’s getting dressed. He’s saying the right words but actions speak louder than words. Not wanting to touch someone that’s not only emotionally damaged but carries the marks to show how damaged I am. Just then, he raises my hips to meet his and he enters from behind, and I call out his name from surprise.

  “Nobody touches what’s mine, never again.” He reaches down and grabs a fist full of my hair, pulling me up so I’m leaning against him, back to chest. “Do you hear me, kitten?” he growls into my ear. I sigh from the pleasure, from pain, that he gives me and I nod. “Say it. Say you’re mine. Mine to cherish. Mine to protect. Mine to fuck,” he demands.

  “Only yours Hunter,” I respond with a moan. He leans over me, against my back caging me within him, pushing me on all fours. I let myself go as my body relaxes and I give into him.

  “Yes, kitten. Nobody else gets this pussy. It’s made for me. Mine,” he says, as he thrusts himself harder and faster and I whimper. Feeling the waves coming on, he guides me to the edge.

  “Come for me, kitten, give into me. Give me what I want. Your pleasure. Your desires. Your orgasms. They are mine. Give me what’s mine, kitten. I want to see you fly.”

  He reaches between my thighs and runs his fingers against my clit, playing my body like a well-tuned instrument. “Give it to me now!” I scream as I fly over the edge and the waves crash over me.

  My pussy throbs while tightening over his cock. “Fuck!” he roars, and I feel his body tense behind me and his hot cum is spilling into me. My body goes limp below him, and he catches me before I fall onto the bed. He pulls me into him and he lies on his side. My body is worn out, and the lack of sleep I’ve experienced the last few months all of the sudden hits me, as exhaustion fills me. He feels my chest expanding from yawning. “Sleep, gorgeous.” With those words, I fall into the most peaceful darkness I’ve welcomed in a long time.

  CHAPTER 6

  I feel something warm and heavy against me as my body starts to wake. I open my eyes, examining my surroundings, and all of last night’s memories begin to rush ba
ck. I’m in Hunter’s room. The peaceful bliss of what happened between Hunter and I washes over me. Mother Nature calls and I begin to move to get out of bed. Hunter turns on his side and falls back to sleep. I slowly move out of his bed, careful not to wake him. Stretching my toes to reach the floor, I balance myself to stand as I begin to head toward his restroom. Within two steps, I accidently kick something along the floor. I see a chest slightly poking out from beneath the bed, reminding me that Hunter was pulling out this chest when he undressed. I didn’t think much of it, as I was too busy being distracted, visually devouring his body. Curiosity gets the best of me and I flip the latches and open the chest.

  My breath catches in my throat as I see cuffs, ropes, and floggers lined in the case. These items aren’t what send me into a panic attack, but the cane: the very implement that left the marks on me. Tears form at the back of my eyes. Leaving Chicago to escape the pain and the man that wielded that implement, as punishment, wasn’t enough. The man I left in Chicago may not have made an appearance here, but the guy that I am falling for, the man I slept with last night, owns the very tool that ended up almost breaking me, causing me to leave the state and everything I owned. He had to know what caused the marks that are still pink from healing.

  I quickly close the chest and latch it back shut; anxiety is eating away at the edges. I look over at Hunter and he’s dead asleep. I knew there was a dominating aura with Hunter, but I didn’t know how deep domination ran in his blood. I can’t face Hunter and ask him why he owns the things in the chest; I know the items in the chest. Logically, I know he couldn’t do anything to hurt me. I trust him; he provides a sense of security in me that I don’t have with anyone else. I need space. I need to gather my thoughts and dissect this discovery. Gathering my clothes and quickly throwing them on, so I can leave, I don’t want to address this with Hunter at this moment. I will talk to him later, when I’m more prepared. I know he is going to be upset, waking up with me gone, but I just am not ready.