Page 33 of Sadistic Retribution (Rise of Phoenyxx #2)

Phoenyxx

Hunter carries me all the way to his apartment. I burrow into him, taking comfort in his heat—his scent.

He's the only one who didn’t fuck me over—at least that's what he said. I will be asking, that’s for sure!

Now that all my emotions are back, I’m completely overwhelmed with them all. I still feel anger and rage, but now sorrow, fear, and love all take up space in my heart and my head.

I’m almost frantic to get 3, 6, and Bryan the fuck out of The Morgue. I have to tell them we need to get them out. And I will, when we’re all together.

Valley. I am ecstatic I have her back. The love I feel for that girl goes beyond mere words. I have so many questions. But talking to Hunter is first.

“You okay, Pretty Girl?” he asks.

“I am now. I lost my shit when you left. I couldn’t believe you would do that to me.”

We walk inside and he shuts the door, locking us in. He gently places me on his sofa, sinking down next to me. Before I can open my mouth, he starts explaining.

“Phoenyxx, I work for another organization besides The Retreat. I had orders to leave temporarily. I had no notice. I’m so fucking sorry, love. I was torn up leaving without a word.”

“Wait... another organization? Who? Why?”

He kisses the top of my head. “I can’t tell you that yet. But I've been told I can tell all of you soon.”

I nod, accepting that answer. “Did you know what happened? What they did, and what happened to me?”

“Not right away, no. Once I found out, I worked night and day on finding you. I couldn’t come back until you did. I couldn’t get here fast enough.”

“Okay, I understand. I'm not mad at you, Hunter. I forgive you.” I sigh, squeezing my eyes closed as I admit my feelings. “I... love you. I'm in love with you. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I need you.”

A tender hand on my cheek has my eyes opening. “Look at me, Pretty Girl. I love you, too. So very much.”

My eyes fill with tears that I allow to fall. I can’t even speak. I’m choked with emotion.

“Hunter? I want to tell you more about my past. It's bad, though. I need to be sure you’re okay hearing it.”

“Oh, baby, of course I am!”

I turn in my seat, facing him. He takes my hand, looking deep in my eyes as I begin to speak.

“I was being mass-abused by dozens of adults when I was eight. My first memory is being shackled to a wall while they taunted me; touched me. There were colored lights, and I couldn’t see well.

I think it was in someone’s basement.” I pause, swallowing hard.

“Out of nowhere, some guy in a black hoodie came in and got me down while they were all... celebrating, or something. They were all having sex with each other, and were distracted enough not to notice. Hoodie Boy carried me outside, to a waiting car. I never saw his face or got his name. All I saw was a lock of dark hair covering one eye. He set me into the backseat, and then he was gone.”

“Oh my God, Pretty Girl. That's... God...”

“I know,” I whisper. “It was the Solomons I was given to. They were great, until I turned ten. Then, the abuse started from them. I was shoved into a cold attic, starved, drugged, beaten. They occasionally let grown-ass men in there, and I was raped in every way imaginable. The reason I was sent here? I finally fought back. I almost bit some perv’s dick off. ”

He gapes, pulling me directly onto his lap. “I suspected the abuse from the Solomons, but all the rest- there aren’t words for how horrifying that is. I can promise you this—no one will ever hurt you like that again.”

He squeezes me tight. “I’ll tell you some of my past, too.

This is stuff no one knows about, except my other employers.

Growing up, my parents were absent. They were drug addicts and alcoholics.

I have—had… a sister, Cynthia. She was my sunshine.

I raised her. Took care of her. She was ten years younger than me.

I did whatever I had to for her, so she could have everything she needed.

I ended up in a gang, dealing drugs just to feed her. ”

“Hunter… what happened to her?”

“She was kidnapped right in front of me when I was sixteen. She was only six. I’ve been looking for her ever since, with no luck.”

“God, Hunter, that’s so awful! I’m so sorry.” I stroke his hair, peppering his face with soft kisses.

He reaches up, pulling my head down to his. Breathing heavily, he stares into my eyes, then pulls me in for a kiss. The most erotic, sensual, and passionate kiss I’ve ever had.

I kiss him back with enthusiasm, needing more. So much more.

“Please...” I beg.

Without a word, he picks me up and carries me to his bedroom.

Hunter places me on my feet, slowly divesting me of my clothes, one piece at a time.

Once I’m fully naked, he steps back, looking me up and down.

He lets out a jagged breath. Then he reaches for his shirt, stripping it off from the back in that hot way I’ve seen the others do.

He unbuttons his pants, slipping them off too.

He's left clad in sexy blue, checkered boxers. And he’s fully erect—it shows through.

He’s huge, of course. So big that the head of his cock is peeking through the hole in the front of his boxers.

I step closer, pushing them down his legs.

Hunter springs free, bobbing right in front of my face.

Unable to resist, I sink to my knees. I wrap my hand around his thick base, my fingers not even coming close to touching.

I open my mouth, swirling my tongue around his bulbous head. He groans, spurring me on.

I open wider, taking him in as much as I can.

My jaw is stretched so far, it hurts. I ignore it, starting to suck, swirling my tongue at the same time.

Slowly, I pull him out, then push him back in.

He groans again. “What are you doing to me?

You'd better stop; I don't want to come yet. I need to be inside you for that.”

Hunter steps away, gently laying me on my back on the soft mattress. He climbs between my legs, spreading them wide. He props my feet on the mattress, and I let my knees widen, baring my swollen, soaked, throbbing pussy to his hungry gaze.

He starts to stroke it gently, up and down the slit.

“You’re so wet for me,” he growls, making me even more aroused.

He parts my lips, finding my swollen clit.

He strokes it in circles, and my hips buck.

I moan so loud they might hear me in another room, but I don’t give a fuck. This feels So. Damn. Good.

He slips two fingers inside me, curling them upwards, stroking my g-spot.

“Yes, yes, Hunter!”

He leans down, his tongue meeting my clit. He circles it, fucking me with his fingers. My orgasm builds so quickly, I forget how to breathe. The sweet burn spreads from my abdomen to my pussy, the fire igniting every nerve in my body.

I start babbling nonsense. “Please, God, please, I’m so close...”

He wraps his lips around my clit, and sucks. With a primal scream, I come so hard, my vision doubles. My hips buck wildly as he draws it out as long as he can.

Once I regain control of my muscles, and I can speak, I beg him, “I need you inside me, Hunter. Now.”

A smile spreads across his gorgeous face, and he moves up my body. Covering me, he nudges my entrance with his cock. “You ready, Pretty Girl?”

“I’ve been ready for ages,” I complain, and he laughs. Hunter slowly starts to push his way inside, going torturously slow. I stretch so much, it feels like I could break. He pauses, but I don’t allow that. “Don’t you fucking stop!”

He leans in, nuzzling my neck. His lips capture mine as he seats himself fully. My raspy breaths match his, and he moves. Slow, sensual. For the first time in my life, I truly feel like I’m being made love to. He grinds his hips in circles, touching every part of my inner walls.

I start clenching around him, gripping him tight.

“You’re close,” Hunter breathes out. Keeping eye contact, he reaches down with one hand and rubs my clit in those delicious circles.

I gasp, the second orgasm hitting me so hard and fast, everything spins.

I scream—hot liquid gushing out of me endlessly.

I soak him, my orgasm going on and on. Tears roll down my face, it’s too much. But it just keeps fucking going.

With a hoarse yell, Hunter comes, too. Hot pulses of his come fill me up, dripping out before he’s even done.

“I love you,” I cry, with so much emotion in my voice.

“I love you, Pretty Girl. You're so perfect. A treasure—a gift.” Hunter rises, going to his bathroom, coming back with a warm rag. He cleans me gently, almost reverently. “Close your eyes and sleep, love. I've got you. I'll hold you as you sleep.”

I slip under before he finishes his sentence. Content, and happy—so fucking happy.