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Suddenly I pulled backwards and rested my spread thighs on his legs.
“Angel.”
“Tell me,” I demanded as his dick throbbed painfully in front of me. “I can take it. Or I swear toGod, Hunter, I’ll fight you tooth and nail until I finally escape. I will run back to Henry andstay with him. Forever. Now tell me.What hold does he have over you?”
Hunter licked his lips and closed his eyes for a moment, pain radiating from every inch of his face.
Adrenaline and terrified panic pulsed through my veins.
What could be so awful that it frightened even a man like Hunter?
“Fine,” he said, opening his eyes so they shone at me, one like aged cedar, the other the sleekest whiskey. “I’ll tell you. Henry has been secretly filming you. Without your—clothes on. Having—sex. In your most private, intimate moments. Even fucking—pissing.”
He swallowed slowly, painfully.
“He said he would put the videos on—websites. Make them public. Unless I did what he wanted. I’m so sorry. I can’t—I’ve tried to find out where he keeps those videos. I’ve even broken into his office, even though he’d kill me if he found out I’d ever done that. I can’t find—all the discs. Or the flash drives. Fuck, I don’t even know where to begin to get those videos. If I could find them, I’d destroy them and wring his neck.”
I felt numb, chilled to the bone.
“And you’ve seen these videos?”
“Yes,” Hunter said in a low voice. “He made me watch them. I’m so sorry.”
A vicious angry blazing rage at my disgusting husband filled me, and I gripped Hunter’s zipper and yanked it down, releasing his dick. It was so long it fucking popped me in the mouth, an angry painful color and dripping with precum.
I had barely put both my hands on it, my fingers looking dwarfed by his massive size, when Hunter gripped the ground, thick sticks from the forest floor snapping between his fingers.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “That feels amazing. Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”
“I want you to come,” I whispered, as I lowered my head and licked up a bead of glistening precum. “Henry thinks he’s some kind of untouchable god, but wait until he sees me sucking your cock.”
Hunter erupted with a groan as I stretched my lips around his dick, gasping as his release filled my mouth and spilled down my chin, leaking between my breasts and filling my cleavage as I swallowed the wickedness as fast as I could.
Henry was going to rue the day he ever met me.
Chapter Eight
ANGEL
“Let’s go,” I said, plucking leaves and sticks out of my long blonde hair. “I’ll drive,” I added firmly, as his motorcycle came into view under the dim streetlight. But Hunter picked me up around the waist and sat me down in the front.
So I’d be right between his legs again.
“You will not. Just tell me where to go.”
He got on behind me, his hip brushing mine as he put on his helmet.
“That was just a stress response back there in the forest,” I said, feeling my sore lips gently. Damn, he had been big. “Nothing more.”
A tiny drop of Hunter’s cum slipped down my throat and slid with sticky depravity across my oversensitive nipple. Wriggling uncomfortably, I tried to ignore it.
Had I really just sucked off my brother-in-law?
“I’ll be sure to be around the next time you’re stressed,” Hunter said.
“Jackass—” I sputtered, but he popped my helmet back on and squeezed my hips between his thighs, in such an obscene gesture that I was struck silent with indignation.
I didn’t want to speak to his arrogant ass anymore, but I was forced to point out where to go as we headed back to the city.