Page 28 of Shattered King

He ground his cock against me again, a growl tearing from his throat. “You don’t want this?” he said, anger making his voice deeper, rougher. “Neither do I. I want you out of my fucking head.”

I felt him slip a finger under the elastic of my tights and start to slide them down, taking my panties with them. “Tell me no,” he rasped. “Tell me no, and I’ll walk away.”

I couldn’t do it. A sob exploded past my lips. “This is wrong.” I shook my head. “Jesus, Hunter.”

He made a rough, angry, animalistic sound that vibrated through his chest. “Not the right words. Say no,” he barked. “Say fucking no, and I’ll stop.”

God, I couldn’t say it. I didn’t want to.

The silence stretched out between us. Charged, electric.

Then he laughed, cruel and dark, and I tried to jerk away, but he shoved my tights all the way down. His hand slid between my thighs, rough fingers delving between my slick folds. I cried out at the contact. How could this feel so good while my heart was being torn to shreds?

“You can’t say no to me, can you, Lulu?” he said, lips brushing my ear. “You’ve never been able to say no to me.”

I felt his hand working behind me, the sound of foil tearing, and then the head of his cock was at my opening.

“Last chance.”

I gasped for breath, clawing at the tile wall, and still the word wouldn’t come. How could I want this? How . . .

My thoughts shattered when he thrust up inside me. I was forced onto my tiptoes as he slammed into me repeatedly from behind. My heated cheek was pressed against the tiles, lips parted as I cried out. The sounds coming from me were full of anguished need, hunger, and despair.

One of his arms banded around my hips, jerking me back, lifting my ass higher, forcing himself deeper with each angry, jarring thrust. He felt huge inside me, hitting that spot that had me seeing stars.

“This is the only thing between us that was honest. Real. Pure animal need.” He slammed into me again. “You wanted me as much as I wanted you.”

I whimpered. “Hunter . . .” Then I screamed, my orgasm hitting before I knew it was on me, hard and fast. I clamped down on him over and over again, my body trembling, my cries echoing off the bathroom walls.

My breath caught in my throat, my eyes squeezing shut when his large, rough hands started sliding from my hips up my sides then back, when I felt his eyes burning into me, watching me as I blew apart. The touch was rough, God, possessive. I couldn’t take it.

Then Hunter grunted, fingers digging into my flesh. He planted himself deep. I felt him pulse inside me. He growled and jerked me back with each grinding twist of his hips.

We didn’t move for several seconds. His panted breaths brushed the side of my throat and I squeezed my eyes closed at the intimacy of it.

Finally, he pulled out, spinning me to face him. My legs nearly gave out, and he caught me around the waist, holding me upright.

His eyes burned into mine, and what I saw made my heart bang harder in my chest. He looked almost vulnerable. But then his lips curled, and that hatred broke through. “Like I said, you can’t lie to me, not about this. You may have fucked me so you could set me up, but I know you loved every damn second of it.”

I flinched at his words, but I didn’t miss the way his features had shifted. There it was again, that hint of vulnerability. I realized that, for some reason, he needed this from me. I couldn’t tell him he was wrong, that I’d been with him because I’d loved him then, that I still loved him now. That none of it had been a lie. But I could give him this. I at least owed him this.

I forced myself to hold his hostile stare. My knees started to shake. “You’re right. I’ve never wanted another man the way I did you.”

His nostrils flared as he sucked in a harsh breath. He saw it, the truth in my eyes. I knew he did. But he said nothing, gave nothing more away. Instead, he pushed away, tossed the condom in the trash, did up his jeans, and walked to the door.

“Let’s go.”

My face heated as I tugged up my pants and moved toward him. He opened the door, but when I started to walk through, his hand went to my belly and he stopped me.

I stared up at him.

“That,” He motioned to the wall he’d just had me against. “Is never happening again.”

He knew my weakness. Him. And he was going to use it to punish me the only way he knew how.

I dipped my chin and walked back to my prison.

Somehow, I managed not to cry.