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Hesitating only for a moment, I turn for him, trying to look over my shoulder as I struggle to watch him.

But I feel him. His hands rub over my cheeks, grabbing and kneading my ass.

“My dirty boy.” He spreads me wide, groaning.

“Jesus, look at you. Wrapped around this toy so perfectly.” He takes the toy, drawing it out, watching my rim catch then pulling it before letting my hole suck it back in. “Did you buy this just for me?”

I nod, moaning as he plays with the toy.

Tiny zaps of electricity heat my skin. My cock is already painfully hard, and when he twists the toy, I yelp.

Standing back up, he covers me with his body, his arms wrapping around my waist, smoothing down my stomach to take my cock in his hand.

“What do you want?” His breath ghosts over my ear.

Dripping precum onto the floor, I nearly vibrate with the need to come. He’s barely touched me and I’m already on edge. Hunter reaches between my cheeks, taking the toy and slipping it out. It drops with a thwack .

I don’t even have time to breathe, groaning as his fingers replace the toy, stretching me open. “Where’s the lube?”

“Drawer, nightstand.”

Hunter goes over to the nightstand, but I’m still pressed against this wall. I feel frozen, like I can’t move. Hunter looks inside my drawer, grabbing the lube and walking back over before he pauses with a grin. My eyes follow the direction of his until I see what he does.

“Move over there.”

“No, I—” Cocking an eyebrow, he waits for my submission, and I give in, walking to my floor-length mirror and bracing my hands on either side. I’m weak. Hunter loses his pants and boxers as he walks toward me. His cock hangs hard and heavy between his legs.

I try to look away, but I don’t have a choice as one of his hands snakes up my neck, gripping my chin and forcing me to look at myself.

“I want you to watch your gorgeous face as I fuck you.” He kisses the middle of my shoulder blades and spreads my legs wider with his foot.

His cock presses to my hole. I moan loudly as he fills me, the shock of the ache so damn good.

I try to flinch out of his grip but it’s no use.

All I can do is look. Swollen lips. Bite marks.

The hungriest look in my eyes. I need this.

I was made for this. For him. Everything feels so right being so full of him.

“Look how sexy you look with me inside you.” He rocks into me.

My palms rest on either side of the mirror.

I’m so full; it feels so good. Every time he slides in and nearly bottoms out it makes me tremble. Soft moans leave my lips. Every time my eyes flutter closed, drunk on this feeling, he gently slaps my cheek. “Hunter,” I moan out.

“Look at you. Look how gorgeous you are.” My legs tremble but he holds me steady. “Do you know how badly I wanted to sink into this perfect hole when I got those pictures? How badly I wanted to fuck you and hear you scream my name in person? It made me so fucking hard.”

He picks up the pace, our skin colliding in an erotic echo.

This angle gives him a perfect path to my prostate.

Unrestrained moans spill from my lips. He fucks me deeper, and each rough snap of his hips makes my stomach tighten.

I feel him thicken inside me, and it’s only now I notice he’s bare.

Lost in the moment, I hadn’t even realized, but now that I do it’s all I can think about—how good he feels.

I want his cum. I want to feel him inside me, I want to feel him dripping down my thighs.

Hunter reaches between my legs and jerks me fast. “I’m gonna come,” I moan.

He thrusts faster and my toes curl against the floor. “Not yet.” His movements become sloppy as he squeezes the base of my cock, rolling his hips into me hard. I want to let go. “I want you to say my name.”

The pressure in my balls becomes unbearable. “Hunter, please,” I whimper.

“Louder. Who do you belong to?”

“Hunter!” I cry out as he slides against that spot again.

“Louder,” he growls in my ear.

I can’t take any more. Fire burns in my belly.

The pressure is too much. “Hunter, please!” I yell, crying out in relief as he jerks me fast and fills my hole.

I come and can’t stop coming against the mirror.

My legs nearly give out with the pleasure of it.

Holy fucking shit. Looking up, I watch myself—my heaving chest, the red marks littered over my skin.

My glassy eyes look down at my spent cock still dripping cum onto the floor.

My eyes squeeze tight, and I feel a tear snake down my cheek.

Holy shit.

Hunter doesn’t move, rutting slowly into me, his cock jerking inside my tender hole. He slips out, and I feel so empty. I turn in his arms and kiss him, and his tongue rolls over mine before he pulls back, watching me, his hands cupping my face. Those beautiful brown eyes, they’ll be the end of me.

My head is cloudy but one thought breaks through.

Hunter has ruined me in the sweetest way. Not breaking eye contact, I swallow. “Put the plug back inside.” I bite my lip. “Please don’t leave tonight.” I know it’s selfish, but I don’t think I can handle being alone right now.

Gently turning me around, he grabs the toy and slips the silver bulb back inside me. Hunter turns me and pulls me against him for another kiss. “I already called Xavi. I asked him if he could hang out with his brother for the night.”

“Yeah?”

“If you want.”

I nod. “Please.”

“I was wondering. My friends—well, Xavi, his best friend Bri, and Jamie—we’re celebrating their sister’s birthday this weekend, and they want to have a small thing for it. Just us, hanging out, drinking by the bonfire. I want you to meet my other friends.”

“Yeah, uh, that sounds nice.” Inviting me to something like that feels so intimate. I have to ask, because Jamie makes me nervous, though. “Jamie doesn’t care if I sleep over?”

“He’ll deal with it. You’re my boyfriend, so he needs to get used to having you around.”

Because Hunter is serious. About me. He expects me to be around.

This is it.

This is the last weekend I can do this. I’m going to tell Hunter everything— about the blackmail and my suspicions—after the little party, so I don’t ruin it.

I hope he’ll forgive me. Maybe Sawyer will even help me.

I just can’t keep this to myself anymore.

I’m no closer to finding anything out, and I just can’t do this.

I certainly can’t hang out with Derrick—just thinking about him makes me sick—but he can’t keep living freely while he keeps hurting so many people.

My grandfather’s watch is priceless, but so is Hunter.

So is the love he gives me because yeah, I am completely and totally in love with this man. “I can’t wait.” He kisses me again.

One more week.

One more week and everything will come out.