Page 57 of The Monster I Am
“Bullshit,” I murmur heatedly. “You can lie to yourself, Hunter. But you can’t lie to me.”
I’m suddenly ripped forward when Hunter firmly grabs my leg. My ass hits the keys and his body presses into mine, caging me in.
“Stop asking questions, Bexley. Because once you find out the answer, there’s no going back,” he murmurs low, our faces inches apart.
I don’t back down, matching his fiery stare. “We’re already past that, Hunter. We were past that the moment we burned together.”
His eyes darken for a split second before his lips crash into mine. My back collides with the edge of the piano but I’m too preoccupied with his mouth to care about the pain. I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer, letting out a soft throaty moan when his erection rubs against my lower abdomen.
Hunter snakes an arm around my back, lifting me up onto the top of the piano. He shoves a hand against my chest, the force sending me backwards until I’m laying down.
Those skilled fingers make swift work on the buttons of my shorts, the air being sucked out of my chest as my bare ass hits the hard wood.
I have just enough time to push up onto my elbows to search for him, when my legs are tossed over his shoulders. My heart starts pounding rapidly at the sight of his heated green eyes locked on me while he lowers his mouth to my cunt.
“Fuck, Hunter,” I moan, head falling back when he makes contact. His tongue darts forward, the tip flicking at my clit before he sucks it into his mouth.
Pleasure builds in my abdomen, much like the crescendo of his music, and when his fingers slide into my heat and start strokingmy g-spot with expert precision, the intensity of my climax steals my breath.
Shit. Magical fingers, indeed.
I’m still trying to figure out how to breathe again when he grabs my knees, yanking me forward across the piano back into his chest.
My eyes widen when his cock presses against me, Hunter running it teasingly along my slit. I have no idea how the hell he’s so fast. But complaints? Zero.
“I’m serious, Duchess,” he says in a gravelly, carnal whisper. “The moment I put my cock inside of you, it’s game over. Last chance to back out.”
I throw him a smug smile. “When have I ever backed down from one of your challenges, Hunter?”
His eyes flash before he spears forward into me, a cry spilling from my lips as my body wraps around his thick length.
My moans are muffled when he grabs me by the throat and jerks me forward to bring our mouths together.
I grab the edge of the piano with my palms, clawing desperately for some kind of leverage as Hunter squeezes my neck while thrusting into me. Stars creep into my vision as my lungs burn for oxygen but the only thing that matters is that he doesn’t stop.
“Look at me,” Hunter demands, hand tightening around my throat.
I open my eyes, pussy clenching around his length at the smoldering intensity staring back at me.
Silently I beg him for more, eyes pleading. Hunter drags me forward with his grip, fucking me harder and deeper. Balancing me on the edge of the keys, he slips his other hand between our connected bodies, pinching my clit.
“Don’t you dare come until I say so,” he says, the tip of his finger circling the sensitive spot. “This is mine now. I own your pleasure and your pain.”
I’m rapidly spiraling toward the edge, on the cusp of descending into oblivion—both consciousness and climatic bliss. I want to fight back, to argue, but the hand around my throat keeps me silent.
Letting go of the piano, knowing this will surely be my downfall, I place one hand on his shoulder and the other aroundhisthroat.
It’s a weird sensation of déjà vu, a full circle moment from the last time we did this in the warehouse. Hunter growls, letting go of my neck to snatch my wrist in his grasp. He smashes his lips to mine in a suffocating kiss, hissing into my mouth when my nails dig hard into his shoulder.
I rip my head backwards, heated eyes finding his. “Fuck you, Lannister.Youare my pain and pleasure. And I’ll come when I damn well want.”
My back is forced into an arch as Hunter slams my head into the piano lid, pinning me down by my throat as his arm snakes around to support my lower back.
“Yeah?” He taunts. “No one else will ever make you come like this again. Remember that when you’re screaming my name, Bexley.”
He sends me crashing over the edge with a precise piercing thrust, waves of dark bliss rolling through me. Somewhere in the haze, I’m partially annoyed that I’m crying out his name, mind foggy as stars explode in my eyes.
The pressure on my neck lifts and I gasp, violently sucking in air as my vision starts to return with vibrant clarity making my body tremble. Hunter lets out a carnal growl, my own name spilling from his mouth, before the two of us crash into the floor in a tangled heap, bodies giving out.
