by Black, Lena
Then, finally, I feel his large hand clasp onto my forearm as he pulls me into his side. He scoops his finger under my chin, tilting my face up to look at his. “Are you ready to take our leave, angel?”
“Yes, please,” I reply, easing into my nook.
We say our goodbyes, promising to get together soon for a couple’s night out, and then make our way out of the massive, crammed hall onto the quiet streets of San Fran. This would strike me as odd if it weren’t pouring buckets, which is not totally unusual for May, but Liam isn’t out front. Hunt glances down at me and nods toward the street. I smirk up at him and nod in agreement.
He grasps onto my hand and runs out into the rain, pulling me behind him. I laugh and try to keep up with him. We run down the sidewalk, trying to get to the parking lot, letting the rain shower down on us. He glimpses back at me over his shoulder, laughing like a kid with a huge grin smeared across his face, spreading his cheeks wide. I love seeing him like this.
Suddenly, he halts, swinging me about and pulling me into his arms. We’re soaked and laughing, holding each other close, then he ceases and an intensity washes over his eyes. He places his hand over the side of my face and I nuzzle into his palm, practically purring.
“God, you’re so fucking stunning,” he says with awe. It’s almost a whisper.
“You’re lying,” I tease. “I must look an absolute mess.”
I can almost feel the mascara and liner running down my cheeks. He gently caresses his thumb under my eye, cleaning some of the disaster that is my face.
“Stunning,” he states with an unwavering, firm tone.
His free hand thrusts into my drenched hair at the crown, fisting a handful of strands, and shoves my lips onto his. He kisses me roughly, passionately. His tongue dances across my lips, dipping inside and tasting me greedily. He moans with delight when my tongue meets his, mingling in this mind-melting oral waltz.
He rips himself from me, keeping me in place with his powerful hands, and stares down at me with raw desire, breathless. I’m pleased with myself, knowing I cause him to lose control.
“You’re mine, always. Do you understand, Gabrielle?”
“Yes,” I reply, rapidly nodding my head.
“And I’m yours,” he declares with concrete certainty.
“Yes,” I agree, entranced by him, his seductive voice, “Always.”
As sheets of water weigh down on us, we promise our undying love to the other in one of the most beautiful moments of my existence, a memory that will stay with me for a lifetime.
We sit in silence, on our way back to The Artemis, cuddling closely with a blanket wrapped about us.
Of course, Hunt is prepared for everything, I think, rolling my eyes to myself.
The rain is still pouring, streaming down the windows in thick streams. I’m gazing out at the now bustling streets, thinking about the events of the evening, when Hunt’s deep, velvety voice caresses my ear.
“Why did you wear the collar, Elle?”
I twist my head around to look up at him. His face is turned away, staring fixedly out the passenger window. I hesitate, longer than I should. His face whips around to study mine in the flashes of outside light that seep in. But, instead of the hard reprimanding gaze I’m so used to, I see only gentle concern.
“I wanted to get your attention,” I nearly whisper.
His brow raises and lips pucker, giving me an almost overly dramatic quizzical look. I giggle, stifling it quickly with my hand. A smile slowly spreads his cheeks from ear to ear.
Suddenly, I blurt, “You’ve changed.”
His smile fades with a nod of his head and a darkness, as familiar to me as my own, creeps into his narrowed, bright green eyes.
“Yes, Gabrielle, I have,” he concurs.
“Was it…?”
“Your leaving me?” He finishes my sentence, and I nod my head. “Yes, it was. I’m not the same man I was then, angel. You changed me forever when you left that night,” he answers honestly.
Even though it kills me to hear what I did to him when I walked out that night, it’s the truth.
The dour look in his eyes disappears, replaced with a dark, sensual gaze that leaves me panting. His tongue peeks out, gliding sluggishly across his lips, wetting them in the most delectable way.
It’s good to know not everything has changed. His appetite for me seems to be just as voracious…So, why the runaround?
“Now that you have my attention,” he interrupts my thoughts, his finger gently gliding over my cleavage, “What are you going to do with it?”
My thighs clench together at the sensual growl of his silky voice and tender caress of his skilled digit. My breathing is stressed, and my cleft is wet, pining for his erotic touch. I can’t take it anymore. I quickly unbuckle my seat strap and leap at him, smashing him against the door as my lips slam into his. I ravage his mouth, thrusting my tongue deep into the opening. I toss the blanket off and grab onto the skirt of my dress, hiking it up around my waist. I clumsily climb onto his lap and straddle him between my thighs. His hands roam my body, sliding over my waist and grasping my ass as we attack one another.
I thrust my hands into his soaked hair, ruffling it with my exploring fingers. I grip and yank a handful of strands when his cock becomes hard against my exposed, swollen lips. He lets out a growl into my mouth, clasping the back of my head. I’m expecting him to smash me against him further, but, instead, he rips me away, holding me only inches from his lips.
“What are you doing, Gabrielle?”
I attempt to get back at his mouth, but his grip has me pinned in place. “I want you, Hunt. I want you now.”
“Elle, I know you enjoy public sex, however, I won’t fuck you with Banks only inches away.” His voice is low, just low enough for only me to hear.
“Oh, please. I can’t take it anymore,” I softly beg, shoving my hands between us and ripping his zipper down. I plunge in and whip his rock hard cock out with eager need. “Fuck me.”
“Banks.”
I twist my head around to make sure he isn’t looking. He isn’t.
“Yes, sir,” he replies, keeping his focus on the road.
Hunt pinches my chin between his fingers, wrenching my face back toward his. His eyes drill into mine as he gives out his orders, “At no point are you to look back here, is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Excellent.” He lifts me up and sets me at the head, keeping me there. He leans forward, turning the music up to camouflage the boisterous moans that will surely escape our lips. “If you feel a particularly loud one come on, I want you to bite into my neck.”
“Yes, Mr. Hunt,” I answer quickly. A satisfied smirk graces his lips just before he brings mine back on them with a forceful longing that leaves me reeling and gasping for air.
He reaches between us, grabbing his thick shaft in his palm, and slowly glides the tip between my soaked lips. His other hand dips into the top of my dress, gently pulling my plump breasts out and allowing them to hang under their weight.
“My god, I’ve missed you,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. “I’ve missed your beautiful breasts.” He takes one into his palm, heaving it up to his mouth, and ravages it, nipping and licking the tip roughly. I take in a sharp gasp.
“I’ve missed your tight, always ready cunt,” he utters from my breasts as the head of his cock continues to trace along my slit, occasionally hitting the sensitive knot, spot-on. I whimper every fucking time. I grab at him, anything I can get my greedy hands on.
“Fuck, I missed you, too. Please, Damian, enough teasing, I can’t take it another second…I’m going to burst.”
He shifts his hips under me and I come falling down onto him, taking in every thick, hard inch all at once. The sudden fullness of him buried far inside me causes him to shut his eyes tight, viciously biting down on his bottom lip, and me to let out a loud gasp. I’m sure Banks heard, but I don’t care, not in this moment, not when Hunt is finally where he be
longs. In fact, the idea of him hearing, watching, turns me on, drives my need to exponential heights.
Hunt clasps onto my hips, ramming me onto him in a furious, relentless rhythm that sends me spinning. My palms fly up to the roof, splaying and pressing them firmly against it for leverage. Every time he brings me up to the tip, I use the roof to slam myself back onto him. Our thighs slap together, soft against firm, in a quick, hard tempo that surely gives us away.
Hunt wraps his arms about the small of my back, bringing me back down on him and holding me there. His hips undulate beneath me, grinding my clit into his pelvis, keeping him deep inside me while his shaft pulverizes my O-zone. I can feel it throb within me, his heartbeat rapid from our intense public sex.
I throw my arms about his shoulders, digging my face into his neck as I feel my orgasm build deep down in my womb. It curls my toes and makes my sweat-slicked skin vibrate. Hunt mimics me by cradling me tightly in his arms, his hands thrust into my sex-mussed hair. He tugs the strands at a particularly delicious twist of his wildly rotating hips and I unravel. I cum so hard, I can’t control my quaking body or the impassioned moans bursting out of my mouth.
Hunt rapidly smashes my lips onto his, taking my screams into him as he finally releases his warm, sweet cum deep into my clenching core. The familiar sensation of his satisfaction spilling into me both satiates and arouses my need for him.
Holy fuck! Will my thirst ever cease?
We hold one another as our bodies and minds finally ease. I start to pull away, lifting myself off his still very erect cock, but his grip on me is concrete, and he shoves me back down to the hilt. I gasp and whimper at the sudden sharp ping of sensational pain.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he breathlessly inquires.
“Nowhere…ever again.”
He takes in a rapid breath and moans, pulling my lips onto his.
We make it back to Artemis about fifteen minutes later, my high heels and stockings clenched in my hand as Hunt holds me in his arms. My head lies lazily on his chest while I bask in the sexual high that has yet to cease. We quietly ride the elevator up, but instead of stopping at the Penthouse, the doors open to the floor just below it. He steps into a small hallway with only two doors occupying it, walking us to the closest one.
“Where are we?” I ask. “Why are we here?”
He doesn’t say a word. He sets me down and clings an arm about my waist to ensure I don’t fall from my post-fucking exhaustion. He shoves his hand in his pocket and pulls out a key, sliding it into the slot and turning it slowly.
Good Lord, what’s behind this door?
I feel my muscles clench tight as anticipation rushes over me. My heart is racing and my palms are clammy. I know I have nothing to fear, not with him, yet this is what he does to me. Every day is an adventure with him, every moment is a new opportunity to peel back one of the many layers that is Hunt.
“It’s okay, Elle. You have nothing to worry about,” he says, mimicking my thoughts. He takes my hand and opens the door, guiding us inside.
We step into the pitch-black room and he shuts the door behind us. I wait for an instant, cloaked in darkness, then, finally, soft, warm lighting floods the space. It’s a massive apartment with an open floor plan.
“Are you giving me my own apartment now?”
He laughs hard. “No, Gabrielle, I’m not.”
Just then, I notice the enormous four-post bed with a camera set up at the end, angled at the mattress.
What the fuck? Is he going to take pictures of us fucking? Does he document his conquests?
I’m speechless. I want to ask him what this is, why he brought me here, who else has been here before me? But, all I can do is gesture my hand toward the bed with an annoyed, confused look on my face.
“Yes, that would be a bed,” he states in a smart-alecky tone that causes me to smirk and blush.
“That’s not what I’m talking about,” I giggle out, “and you know it.”
“What are you trying to ask me, Elle?” He reaches up, caressing my cheek with his thumb. “Please, use your words.”
“Where are we? And why is there a camera at the foot of the bed?”
“This is my studio, and the camera is there for your photo shoot.”
“My photo shoot?”
“Yes, you said you wanted to reveal yourself to my camera…Well, here we are.” He extends his hand out, scanning it across the room. “You aren’t backing down, are you?”
The cocky, face-splitting grin that spreads across his lips agitates me, as if he’s challenging me.
I just screwed his brains out with Liam only inches away for fucks sack. Why would he think this would cause me to back down?
“Because, angel, there’s nowhere for you to hide. My camera sees everything, capturing not just your sensuous form, but your soul, your innermost secrets.”
Shit! Okay, now I’m nervous.
My face falls, as I suddenly feel self-conscience, unsure of my ability to pose for him the way Brooke and the others have. He grabs my hand and pulls me into him. “Why so shy, Miss Hyde? You aren’t second-guessing your decision, are you?”
“A little,” I reply honestly.
“Gabrielle, you have no reason to be shy in front of me…Truthfully, I’m amazed you are. After everything we’ve been through, everything I’ve seen, our public display of affection earlier. When most people don’t do more than a little inappropriate groping, you take my cock like you can’t live without it.”
“I can’t,” I interrupt. “But, it’s more than that…I can’t live without you. I wasn’t whole when we were apart, I wasn’t…right.”
“I know, baby. When you left me, I ceased to exist…”
“Damian, I’m…” He places his finger over my lips.
“Let me say this.” He shuts his eyes and lets out a long, harsh breath. “When you left me, I was in agony. I couldn’t breathe, sleep, or think, at least not about anything that wasn’t you. The vision of you walking out those doors into the rain is etched into my brain. I didn’t know what to do with myself or where to turn…”
Suddenly, the thought of Vanessa’s comment in the powder room comes flooding back and I huff.
“What?” Hunt asks with an insulted look on his stunned face.
“Nothing,” I reply, shaking my head and crossing my arms, “just forget about it.”
“Gabrielle,” he softly reprimands.
“Va…” I hesitate telling him. I don’t want to seem like a jealous girlfriend, sub, whatever. But, I know he expects complete honesty from me, just as I expect it of him. “Vanessa confronted Brooke and me while we were in the powder room, as you know. What you don’t know is how she spoke to me. She treated me like a common whore! She told me she consoled you after I left you…the only way she knows how. I didn’t want to believe her…”
“But, there is a part of you that does,” he interrupts.
“I don’t want to. I trust you, but we weren’t together, and I had no real claim on you. I gave up that right…”
“Gabrielle, we were never, not together, emotionally, or mentally at least. I always had hope that you would come back to me. I had to, otherwise, I would’ve had nothing to hold onto, nothing to keep me going from one day to the next…That being said, I never went to Vanessa for that type of support. Yes, I went to speak with her about you leaving me, had a few drinks, shot the shit. But, I didn’t have a lot of options…Well, except for…” He trails off.
My heart pounds. “Except for who?”
Please, don’t say Olivia or Marlena. Please.
“I didn’t have anyone else, except for my mother and sisters.”
Phew.
“So, you didn’t screw Vanessa,” I clarify.
“No, Elle, I already told you, I didn’t fuck anyone while we were apart.” I let out a low breath, relieved that Vanessa was just trying to get my panties in a bunch. Well, if I had been wearing any. “We should really get you out of that we
t dress…Come, let’s get comfortable.”
“It’s actually not that bad,” I reply as he takes my hand and guides me over to the bed in the center of the room.
He grabs a throw off a chair near the bed and wraps it about my shoulders before I take a seat at the end of the bed. I watch him walk into the kitchen, searching through cabinets and drawers. I listen to the way the glasses clink together and the sound of his hard-heeled shoes on the kitchen flooring.
I glimpse about the room, but most of it is shrouded in darkness. The only source of light is the recessed lighting above the bed and me.
He saunters back over, two glasses of whiskey in hand, and passes one to me. He takes a seat next to me on the bed and sets his drink on the side table then removes his nearly dry jacket and tie, unbuttoning his collar. He picks up his glass and takes a long draw before turning toward me and asking, “Do you have anything else you wish to ask or get off your chest before we begin?”
“No…Do you?” I give him an I-know-buddy-so-you-better-not-lie face.
“You’re referring to Vanessa,” he states the obvious.
“Yes, that would be the one…There are things you haven’t told me about her or underplayed.”
“Yes, I underplayed her role in my life. I will tell you everything, but not now.”
“Please, tell me something, anything, Hunt. You give me only enough to understand you are broken and that your past is the reason…If we’re going to do this, if we’re going to attempt to be a real, honest-to-goodness couple, we have to truly comprehend the person we are giving our hearts to.”
He looks at me with a conflicted stare that breaks my heart.
“She was more than my girlfriend…Gabrielle, would you mind if we talk about this later?”
“Damian,” I reprimand.
“No, I mean it. After our session, we can go upstairs and I will tell you all about her.”
“Really…? You’ll tell me everything I need to know?”
“Yes.”