Page 16 of The Hunter


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My sex grows slick at the threat in his words. This is exactly what I want. I want him to chase me, find me, and fuck me.

I round a tree, stepping carefully, trying not to disturb anything that could give away my position. Burke, does not do the same thing. He thunders through the underbrush like a bull through a china shop. I stand completely still, my breathing even and shallow as he passes right by me. I wait until he is ten paces away before making my move. I take off running, knowing full and well that he hears me.

It only takes mere moments for his muscular arms to wrap around me.

“Got you,” he murmurs in my ear.

I fight to get out of his grasp even though it’s the lastthing I want to happen. Burke presses me against a tree, my face pressed harshly against the rough bark. I hear his belt buckle as he pulls the leather through the loops. With quick and efficient movements he turns me around before clamping my hands above my head. This is exactly what he did the first time.

The belt wraps around my wrists and the tree once more, keeping me immobilized.

“Fuck me,” he mumbles, running a hand down his face. “What are you wearing?”

I know it’s a little much but I knew he would love it. The black dress I chose is sheer and even in the dark, I know he can see everything. He pulls his phone from his jean pocket, the flashlight coming on and illuminating me even further and I know he is recording us again. We’ve watched the first video a hundred times this past year, both of us enjoying the visuals.

I don’t say a word. I watch as he places the device against a tree trunk before returning to me. He grins before pulling my head back with a harsh grip, my scalp stinging. A scream pulls from deep inside me.

“You don’t know what you’ve done,” he says lowly, biting my lip hard.

I start fighting against my bonds, kicking out at him. Knowing what is going to happen doesn’t make a difference. The adrenaline has hit and my fight or flight instinct has kicked in.

“Let me down!”

“Not until I’ve had my way with you,” he replies, pinching my nipple harshly. “You wanted this. Dressing like this is enough to ush any man over the fucking edge.”

I spit in his face. “You have no right.”

He wipes away my spittle with a smirk. “Oh baby. You’re pushing all my buttons.”

He grabs the sheer material, ripping it down the middle. My breast sway as I try to get my hands free. He fondles mybreast before sucking harshly on each nipple. His gaze connects with mine and I see true concern there. He softly lays a hand on my swollen stomach, kissing the curve lightly.

“Are you sure?” he asks softly.

I know what he’s worries about. I’m due in two weeks and he has been overprotective since the moment we found out.

I kick out, hitting him in the thigh, barely missing his groin. His demeanor changes instantly. Going from worried to aroused in seconds.

“You’re going to regret that,” he says. “I’m going to fuck you against this tree. I’ll stuff you full of cock until you scream my name.”

“Don’t touch me,” I hiss.

He spears me with two thick fingers and an orgasm I wasn’t expecting crashes down on me.

“Fuck. You really need this, don’t you?”

“Burke,” I moan.

“Don’t worry about a thing, sweetness,” he says as his dress pants drop to the floor. “I have exactly what you need.”

I watch him stroke his thick monster cock, my mouth watering at the sight.

“Now be a good little slut and spread your legs.” I clamp my thighs together, fighting him for every inch.

He doesn’t allow me to throw him off his chosen path. He slaps my thigh hard enough to draw another scream from inside me and I move my leg to get away from him. It only takes a moment for him to step between my thighs and pull my legs over his hips, filling me to the brim with his thick erection.

“Fuck! How is this pussy still so fucking tight?”

“Please.” I’ve stopped fighting him. Now I’m begging for more.

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