Page 96 of Shattered King

I did it again.

Those gorgeous blue eyes nearly rolled back in his head.

“Fuck.” He slammed up inside me. “You’ll pay for that tonight.”

“T-that’s what I’m banking on.”

His grip on my wrists tightened, and he pressed them deeper into the mattress, stare locked on mine, asking me without words if I was okay with being held down. Hunter liked control, liked to dominate. I didn’t think I’d like it after what happened, but I did. With Hunter everything felt good, right.

I held his stare. “Don’t stop.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He kept me pinned, watching me as he proceeded to drill the hell out of me. He kept his gaze locked on mine so all I could see was him, his beautiful face twisted with pleasure.

“Let me feel it,” he rasped and slammed in hard, pounded deep.

With those huskily spoken words, I wrapped myself around him and broke into a million pieces.

But that was okay.

As long as I had Hunter to put me back together, I knew everything would be all right.

* * *

I didn’t have date night clothes. In fact, I didn’t have anything but jeans, shorts, and T-shirts. I’d never really been on a date. I mean, Hunter used to take me out, but never to a restaurant or anything. We’d go to a fast food joint or to the movies, but mostly we used to hang at his place.

In my desperation, I’d called Ruby. I wanted to look nice for him. I wanted tonight to be special. And I wanted to feel like a girly girl. Not something I’d ever been. I didn’t think Hunter had ever seen me in a dress, let alone heels.

I stared down at the outfit Ruby had brought for me to borrow, still lying on the bed. It was black, short, and sleeveless, the fabric loose and drapey. She said it would skim my curves and accentuate my assets. It also had a plunging neckline. Hunter wasn’t a subtle guy and I knew he’d appreciate it. Ruby had also brought a pair of killer, skyscraper heels. I’d never really worn heels, but I loved the gorgeous shimmery, deep green shoes she’d given me. They were surprisingly easy to walk in and, I had to admit, kind of made my legs look great.

I glanced at myself in the bedroom vanity. She’d helped me with my make-up and hair as well, since I was out of practice. The most daring I got with my hair these days was a ponytail. Now it was down, curls soft and tussled, giving it a sexy, messy look. The “I’ve-just-been-fucked-senseless” look, Ruby had called it.

I heard the apartment door open, Hunter’s boots coming down the hall. “Lulu?”

“Don’t come in! I’m not dressed.”

I heard his deep chuckle beyond the door. “Babe, I’ve seen you naked.”

“And what happens every time you see me naked?” I asked.

He was quiet a second. “Good point. I’m grabbing a quick shower.”

His boots retreated, then the shower came on. I blew out a breath. It was silly, but I was nervous. I wanted him to like the way I looked. I wanted to make him proud to be seen with me, to be proud when he told people I was his.

I lifted the dress and slipped it on over my pink lace panties and matching bra. They had a bright orange bow between the cups and on the top of the underwear. They were sexy, but the bow added a little bit of sweet as well. I’d bought them over a year ago, loving them on sight. I’d made great tips at the bar I’d been working at, and since they’d been in a clearance sale, I’d snapped them up. It was frivolous and irresponsible and the only real luxury I allowed myself during that time. I thought about Hunter when I found them, the way he used to like it when I wore pretty underwear.

I never wore them. I bought them for him, even though I never thought he’d see them. Yeah, it was kind of nuts, but they made me feel closer to him somehow. I allowed myself to pretend, for those moments, like nothing had changed, that I’d be going home to him.

Now I had him back.

Sometimes I still struggled to believe it.

I shook off those thoughts and tugged the dress in place. The fabric was silky and stretchy and slid on easily. I checked myself out in the mirror and winced. Crap.

It wasn’t really doing the drapey thing, not on me. Why the hell hadn’t I tried it on first? My boobs and butt were not cute and perky like Ruby’s, not anymore. Why hadn’t we considered my ass during the dress selection? The neckline was supposed to hang loose, give sexy peaks of cleavage, but my boobs filled it out completely. I was all cleavage and ass, zero class.

I heard the shower turn off.

Shit.