Page 71 of Hot As Ice

I hold my breath when I hear him enter the room I’m in. He walks around at a leisurely pace, but then the doorknob to the bathroom rattles.

“Locked?” Hunter sounds amused.

The next thing I know, the door rattles and shakes with a big bang, scaring the crap out of me. I jump away from it. “What the hell are you doing?” I yell.

“Breaking down this goddamn door so I can fuck you until you bleed.”

My heart threatens to burst out of my chest. He cannot be serious right now. He would break down his own bathroom door?

“You’re insane!”

“Open up if you can’t handle it, sweetheart.” Another bang comes and the door hinges creak.

Oh my god, he’s really going to break down this door. Before I can unlock the door to prevent it from coming off its hinges, there’s a crazy loud bang and the wood splinters. I press my hands over my mouth, terrified and slightly giddy. One more bang and the door swings open. Hunter stands at the threshold, not even breathing hard, and glares at me. I walk backwards until I hit the bathroom counter.

He stalks towards me.

“You think you can escape me?” he asks. “I’m the hunter, and you’re the prey, and I’ll always, always find you.”

My hands clutch at the counter behind me and I swallow.

I jut my chin out, trying to look uncowed. “I’m not scared of you.”

Hunter grins. He reaches me and places his hands on my hips, pressing his lower body to mine, and looking down into my eyes. I forget to breathe.

“Not scared? You sure?”

“Um,” I lick my lips. “Yes.”

He lowers his face to mine. Our noses are almost touching. “I think you’re lying, princess.”

“You’re crazy for breaking the door down.”

His hands slowly rise up and grip my waist. “I would’ve torn this whole fucking place apart if I had to.” His fingers dig into my skin. “You’re never getting away from me, so don’t even try.” His lips hover over mine. “You’re mine. Your body is mine. Your cunt is mine. You’re never fucking another man as long as I’m alive.” His tongue darts out and licks my lower lip. “Understand?”

I swallow. “Yes,” I whisper.

“Good girl.” Reaching behind me, he unhooks my bra, letting it fall to the floor, then my breasts are in his hands. I watch his face as he looks at my chest, his thumbs rubbing my nipples slowly. He looks almost reverent. Like he thinks I’m so beautiful and perfect. It makes my heart swell.

Hunter likes being in command, in control, and his gruffness turns me on, but sometimes there are brief moments when I feel like I can see through to his softer side. I love those moments.

He tugs on my nipples and my breath catches. His lips are parted, eyes still on my breasts. I want to watch him watching me forever.

Then he pinches my nipples and I cry out.

His hands move to my jeans, undoing the button and zipper. He tugs them down my hips and I shimmy out of them, taking off my shoes and socks. When I’m fully naked before him, he lifts me up and places me on the bathroom counter. His hands rest on my thighs and his eyes bore into mine. They look a darker blue than usual. His gaze slides slowly over my face, and I try not to fidget under his inspection.

He looks at me like I’m the only bright star in a dark sky, guiding him home.

It’s the way his gaze seems to glide over my features reverently and delicately. Does he look at all girls he’s with like that? I’m sure he only dates women he finds attractive. I shouldn’t think I’m special. But I do. Because he makes me feel like I am.

He slides his hands up my legs, his thumbs brushing the inside of each thigh. Slowly going up and up and up, so close to where I want him to be. The whole time his eyes are on my face, like he’s trying to memorize what he sees.

“You’re mine,” he says, almost to himself.

I spread my legs as his thumbs rub circles on my inner thighs, so close to my pussy.

“Don’t ever forget who you belong to,” he says, then leans in and takes my lips with his, sinking his tongue into my mouth. I moan and put my hands flat on his chest. He’s still fully dressed. I move my hands under the hem of his shirt and run my fingers along the ridges of his abs. His skin is hot. I push my hands up until they’re over his heart, so I can feel it beating. I kiss him hard, sucking on his tongue.