Chapter 28

" E lle…" His voice sounds tortured. He shakes his head slowly, but his eyes never leave my body. In the dim light, I can just make out the heavy bob of his Adam's apple. "Fuck. You're perfect. Every inch of you is so damn perfect."

He's seen me naked before, but this time feels so different. I run my hands up my body, cupping my breasts. I suck in a sharp breath as I tweak my nipples.

"Please, Hunt," I beg softly. "Please touch me."

Whatever he hears in my voice is enough to set him into motion. He tries to shift from his stomach, but winces in pain and groans.

"Fuck," he pants, rolling to his back. He shoots me an upside down grin. "You're going to have to come to me, baby."

I don't waste any time crawling toward him, but I hesitate when I reach his side. "Now what do I do?"

"Your only job is to feel. Don't think about anything else. Don't worry about anything beyond me and this room. Can you do that?"

"I don't know," I murmur.

"Do you want to come?" he asks dryly. I glare at him and he smirks. "That's what I thought. Now, can you be a good girl and focus on only me for a little while?"

"Y-yes," I stutter. Who knew Hunter could be so demanding? I always figured he'd be sort of quiet in the bedroom. Suddenly, he's gone full-blown Daddy Dom. It's hot as hell. "You're super bossy."

He chuckles and wraps his hands around my hips, tugging me up and over his narrow legs until he's got me exactly where he wants me. Like before, my pussy is pressed against his cock. Only now, it's just his boxers separating us. How easy it would be to pull them down and free his hot length. I could take him into my hands, my mouth. I could taste and torture him in all the best ways. I could feel him, really feel him, for the first time in my life.

I could, but as Hunter grinds me against his cock and slides his hands up my ribs, I forget about everything else.

"I can't wait to taste your pussy, Ella," he murmurs, palming my heavy breasts. His fingers pinch my nipples until they throb with heat. "But first, I need to feel these in my mouth."

With that, he yanks me forward and sucks a nipple between his teeth. I moan, watching as he explores my breasts with his mouth and fingers. He bites down gently, testing my limits. I cry out and my eyes snap to the door.

Our room was down a long corridor filled with doors, much like in a hotel. I didn't see anyone else around, but I have no idea how thin the walls are. The last thing I need is for someone who thinks I'm a goddamned mafia queen to hear me moaning.

A sharp burst of pain follows the sound of flesh slapping flesh. I shoot a shocked look down at Hunter.

"Did you just slap my boob?" I whisper-hiss.

"What did I tell you before?" He cocks a brow. "Do you want to come or not? We can just go back to bed."

"If you leave me this wet and horny, I'll go in the bathroom and finish myself off," I threaten. We both know it's an empty threat. I'm too chicken-shit to masturbate five feet from him.

His eyes flare. "Would the guys let you get away with a threat like that?" I blanch. Hell no, they wouldn't. Hunter hums. "Thought so. Now, where was I?"

His tongue traces a trail between my breasts, and I whimper, my thighs tightening around his. He reaches my throat and bites down, sucking my flesh between his teeth. I drop my hands to the blanket beneath him and hold on for dear life, while Hunter explores me with his mouth, teeth and tongue.

He's messy and all over the place, moving from my neck to my shoulder, then back down to my breasts. He sucks one nipple into his mouth while twisting the other. His palms grope and squeeze. His lips leave a trail of delicious marks I'll likely obsess over in the light of day. All the while, I rock my hips against his cock, shaking every time his tip hits my clit.

"I'm so close," I murmur. "I'm going to come and you haven't even touched my pussy yet."

He groans, popping off my nipple. "We can't have that." His palm collides with my ass cheek and he squeezes it roughly. "Climb on my face, baby. Let me taste your cum."

"Oh, fuck." I whimper as I gently crawl up his body, being extra careful not to touch his shoulder or chest.

I have half a mind to stop this before he hurts himself, but as he spreads my ass cheeks and licks a long path from my clit to back hole, my mind goes blank.

"Fucking hell," he groans, sucking my clit between his lips. "You taste better than I could have ever imagined."

"You've imagined this?" I choke out.

He's quiet for a long moment, and I worry I've killed the mood.

"Probably more than I should have," he says quietly. "I've dreamt of the way you'd taste, how you'd feel in my arms. I've fucked myself to thoughts of you screaming my name in ecstasy while you come." He swallows roughly. "And sometimes, it would be you I was imagining while with faceless, nameless nobodies."

A broken sound breaks free as he devours my cunt like a starving man. Just like before, Hunter is messy and chaotic. He doesn't just taste me, he consumes me. His big hands massage my ass, using his hold on me to guide a steady rocking motion against his mouth and face. His nose hits my clit in a way that should embarrass me, but all it does is send me spiraling closer to the edge of bliss.

Random words and pleas slip from my lips in a garbled tumble I'm helpless against. And when his fingers move lower, sliding deep inside me, I lose it. He sucks my clit between his teeth and bites down as he fucks me hard with two fingers. My head falls back as a deep, throaty moan falls from me.

"Hunter." I chant his name like a prayer into the dark room, begging, praising, aching for more. "Please, baby. Please, more."

"You keep begging me for more like that, and you're going to find yourself full of my cock," he rasps as he slips another finger deep inside me. He curls them just right at the same second he presses against my asshole. My eyes snap to his, wide and blurry from pleasure. "Look at me as you come, Isabella. Look at me as I make you soar the way I should have all those years ago."

"Hunter…" my voice breaks.

"Do it," he demands. "Come for me, my love. Let me see it, please. Replace the pain with your pleasure."

He bites down on my clit as the tip of his finger slips between my cheeks, penetrating me. I cry out his name, my rasping scream echoing around the room. I barely have time to worry about someone hearing me as my orgasm races through me.

"Fuck, Ella. Fuck, that's so hot. I can't—" He groans, a guttural sound. "I'm coming."

I dazedly scramble to cup his cock, squeezing hard as he comes with me. The warmth of his cum coats his boxers and my palm. It turns me on so much that it pushes me into a second orgasm, and I feel my release coat the space between us.

It feels like it goes on forever, and when I finally come back to reality, I'm bundled up on his chest, my cheek pressed against his uninjured side.

"Oh my god." I pant, my body still shaking with aftershocks. "That was…"

"Amazing," he murmurs, guiding my chin up to face him. His eyes flick between mine, searching. He licks his wet lips and I shiver. "Tell me what you taste."

I swallow hard and push to my elbow before pressing my lips to his. The kiss starts off sweet, but quickly grows heated. His stubbled cheek is wet from my release and it makes me smile against him. When we finally pull away, my breathing is labored.

"I taste myself," I murmur as I brush his cheek and kiss him again. "You taste like forever, Hunter Morris."

But they taste the same way .

I swallow hard, my eyes clouding over once more. Guilt pulses through me. I shouldn't be thinking about them right after sharing such an unbelievable moment with him.

"We'll get them back, my love," he vows, tucking my hair behind my ear. My throat bobs. I should know better than to try to hide anything from him. "We will find them. I fucking swear we will."

"How?" I wince when my voice breaks.

"First thing in the morning, we'll go to Oliver and get him to use the bugs in your jewelry to track them. Maybe he can ping their cufflinks or something." He shrugs, his eyes going distant as he thinks. "I have my links and our phones should be around here somewhere. We can check the tracking app."

We'd been too distracted by the meeting to remember our phones amongst our belongings earlier, and then we'd passed out.

"But Stone said it may not work if we're too far," I muse. "If they aren't in the city anymore, the app won't work."

He flicks his gaze to me. "Oliver seems like a smart little fucker. I bet he can figure it out." He waggles his brows. "And if not, I'm sure someone here in this badass compound has something that can help out the Queen."

I smack his arm. "Don't call me that."

"But you are a queen." He chuckles, kissing my jaw. "My queen."

Swallowing hard, I drop back down to rest on his shoulder. "I need to find them, Hunter."

He sighs. "I know you do, and believe it or not, I want to find them, too."

"You're really okay with this?"

Hunter is silent for so long, I grow tense. He slides his hand down my bare back and cups my ass, squeezing it. I whimper and he groans. "Don't make more sexy sounds or I'll have to find some Viagra and figure out a way to fuck you, gunshot be damned."

"Not happening," I say, but my voice betrays how badly I want him. I flick my eyes up to his. "Are you okay with them? I understand if you're—"

He presses his lips to mine, silencing me. When he pulls away, we're both breathless.

"I am." His throat bobs as he drops back to the pillows. "I thought it would be harder, but the other day when we were leaving their house and they were kissing you, touching you…" Hunter breaks off and shrugs. "It was kind of hot. Especially…"

"Especially Maddox?" I murmur, filling in his unspoken words. His eyes flare with heat and he nods once. I kiss his jaw and smile against his warm skin. "God, seeing you two together someday is going to be so fucking hot."

Hunter's hand claps down on my asscheek, and I screech.

"What was that for?"

He gives me a sharp look. "Who the hell said he and I will ever be together like that?"

I smirk. "You're both hot. You like him, he likes you. It's only a matter of time."

"Maddox isn't even into guys," he rushes out, but I see the curiosity in his eyes. We stare at each other for a long moment and finally, he sighs, shaking his head. "We'll fucking see. First things first, though. We need to get them back before any type of orgies can happen."

"Who said anything about orgies?" My cheeks turn pink at just the thought.

"It's only a matter of time," he quips, turning my words back on me. I narrow my eyes and he chuckles. "Haven't you ever read any reverse harem books, baby? Orgies are like a requirement."

My mind flickers to that day up on the rooftop in the hot tub, and my body turns molten.

His gaze searches mine, and he gasps, pressing a hand to his chest.

"Why, Isabella Hudson," he drawls, his voice coming out in a mock-victorian accent. "Have you been engaging in orgies without informing me? I'm appalled!"

I giggle, shaking my head, and flick his shirt-covered nipple. He squeaks and rubs the small hurt away.

"I'm not telling you anything while you're still recovering."

He scowls. "Why the hell not?"

Now I'm the one to wiggle my brows. "Because you'll be so turned on, you'll have no choice but to fuck your frustrations out on me, and you can't so you'll get blue balls, and then your blue balls will fall off, and I can't be responsible for depriving the world of baby Hunters." I shake my head and release a long, drawn out breath. "It would be a travesty."

"What…" Hunter gapes at me. "That was the craziest shit you've ever said to me."

I shrug, trailing my fingers across his chest. He's silent for a long time. When he finally speaks, he clears his throat, shocking me with his words.

"Do you really think it would be a travesty?"

My brows furrow as I process his question. When his meaning dawns on me, I inhale sharply. "If you couldn't have kids? I was only kidding. Of course, it would be." I meet his gaze. "You'd be an amazing father, Hunt."

"And what about you?" His eyes search mine. "You'd be a wonderful mom, my love. You know that, right?"

Acid burns in my gut and I shift uncomfortably. "I doubt it," I mutter, looking away. "Besides, you know I can't have kids."

I hate how lifeless the words sound. There was a time when my heart was filled with a chasm of deep-seated pain at the realization that I'd never be able to have children. But over the years, I've become numb to it. What was done to me at such a young age caused irreversible damage.

Everything inside of me is too scarred to sustain life now.

Hunter brushes my dry cheek, probably expecting tears. I've already cried them all. There's nothing left.

He tilts my chin up and kisses me softly.

"The doctor who diagnosed you," he says gently, as if he's afraid I'll get upset at him for bringing up the past. I nod, not sure where he's going with this. "Sweetheart, Eric was a licensed doctor hired by Augustus to destroy you. What if that doctor you saw was fake, or planted into your life like he was?"

I stare at him for a long moment, my muscles locked. His words trickle through my body like sticky tar. My heart races at the implication. Could they have been lying? Could I have been misdiagnosed?

I shake my head. It makes no sense. What reason would they have for lying?

I was seventeen at the time and had scheduled an appointment with the first doctor I found online. I was too scared to ask Evelyn for help, too scared she'd ask about my sexual history. I'd been worried about the fact that I'd never once had a period, and after all I'd been through when I was young, I knew there was a chance damage had been done.

I'd been so nervous for my appointment that when the doctor changed at the last minute and a man was brought in, I'd been in near hysterics.

My heart skips a beat and I shoot up, turning wide eyes to Hunter.

"The doctor…" I trail off, my eyes burning. "The nurse said my doctor was stuck in surgery and they brought in someone else. He…he took one look in-inside me and s-said—" A sob wracks my body and Hunter quickly bundles me against him, rocking us back and forth. "What if he wasn't a r-real doctor? H-he was inside me, Hunt!"

My words are garbled and he curses viscously.

"I'll fucking kill this bastard," he swears. "Sick motherfucking bastard. I'll kill all of them!"

I bury my face in his neck, clinging to him like a lifeline. God, I'm so tired of these twists and turns. Every time I feel like I'm getting my feet on solid ground, something else comes up that rocks my entire world.

"We'll figure it out, baby," he promises, kissing my hair. "Tomorrow, we'll see Oliver. We'll get him to help us find the guys. And when you're ready, we'll speak to a doctor. A real one." He shudders. "A female doctor."

I suck in a breath and nod, but another thought filters through my anxious mind. I pull away, looking up at him. "What if Madeline doesn't let us search for the guys? What if Oliver finds them, and she won't let us leave?"

His gaze fills with determination. "Then we run."

"We run?" I ask. He nods sharply and I release a slow, relieved breath. I didn't realize how badly I needed to hear that. "We run."

Hunter smiles slowly. "And we kill the fuckers who dared take our family from us."

Our family.

The rightness of the word settles my soul.

He's right. Our family isn't here within this compound. It's a living, beating thing, and it's currently somewhere out there, waiting for us to piece it back together.

And I'll be fucked if anyone takes it away from me.