His Regret by Bella J.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Hunter slammedthe door shut behind him and Scarlet immediately felt her face flush. The man in front of her was no longer Hunter Keaton. He was a man who needed to take what was his. To take control and own every damn part of the woman who stood before him—which was her.

He was the monster he had told her about, warned her about—and the sight of him had her entire body on fire.

He grabbed her arm and spun her around, pulling her back against his chest. Somehow, she knew last night was going to have nothing on what he was about to do to her now, and it thrilled her.

“You know what I’ve been wondering the whole night ever since I saw you in this dress?” His hands settled on her waist.

“What?” Her voice came out strained—shaky.

Slowly, his hands moved down her hips until he reached the hem of her dress. When he wrenched the fabric up over her waist, she gasped.

“I was wondering whether you were wearing any underwear or not.” He glanced down. “And I guess that’s a no.”

“I thought you didn’t fuck the same woman twice.”

He was still staring down at her naked ass, licking his lips like he wanted to devour every inch. “Yeah, well, apparently rules are meant to be broken, as they say.”

With a hard tug he yanked the top of her dress down, and the fabric was all bunched together around her waist. When he took both her breasts in his hands, her eyes rolled closed, the sensation shooting straight down to her core.

“You have the most amazing tits. So soft,” he kneaded them lightly, “and big,” then cupped them in his palms before pinching her nipples between his fingers, “and I can’t wait to fuck them.”

Everything was already throbbing, pulsing, aching for him to take her. The way he touched her, the way he seemed to want to own her with his every move, made her want to give him everything she had to give. Her body, her mind, her soul…her heart. That was if she even had a heart.

More and more he rolled her breasts against his palms, and when she opened her eyes she saw how he watched her in the mirror, his hair hanging over his eyes.

“What are you doing, Ace?”

“I’m giving what you want.” He kept on tugging at her nipples, causing soft moans to escape her.

“And what is it you think I want?”

“Sex. To fuck. You need it to escape, to clear your head of all the voices.” More tugging at her nipples. “The pleasure that consumes you is the only thing that sets you free, even just for a little while.”

Her hips started to move, to grind against the hardness that pushed against her ass. “You think you have me all figured out.”

He flexed hard, almost letting her lose her balance. “No. But I know you need this. You’re a broken soul, Scar. Just. Like. Me.”

“Ace—”

“I can give you what you need. Fuck you like you need to be fucked. We both need this. We both need to be free.”

The sound of his zipper caused her to gasp, the anticipation flaring up like wildfire inside her belly. All she could think about was letting him have her.

Still holding a breast in the palm of one hand, he reached up, wrapped his other hand around the back of her neck, and bent her so far over that her cheek was against the cold bathroom sink.

“You think you need control, but what you need is to let go.” She felt the head of his cock softly glide across her naked ass, her hips moving, wanting him inside her. “Let me give you what you need.”

His palm landed hard on the soft skin of ass, and she cried out. The sting shot all the way down her thighs, ricocheting up between her legs.

“You like that, don’t you?” Another hard palm against her behind, and she let out another cry, her skin stinging with pain, burning with pleasure.

“You pretend like you don’t want to give up control. But you do. You do, Scar. You want me to take it from you, don’t you?”

The feel of his soft hand rubbing her burning skin was so good she could hardly speak. Until he slapped her ass again—harder. “Answer me.”

“Fuck you,” she bit out, still not letting him win. Yes, she wanted him. Yes, she wanted him to fuck her. And yes, she wanted to let him take control of her, but she didn’t know how to let him. To not fight was something she didn’t know how to do.

She felt him glide the head of his cock over her ass, the soft sensation mixing beautifully with the burn still lingering on her flesh. He kept his hand around her neck, holding her down. From the corner of her eye, she could catch a glimpse of him in the mirror and he was staring down, looking at her ass, his face painted with shadows of lust.

She pushed her hips out toward him. “Are you planning on teasing me the whole night, or are you going to fuck me?”

His hold around the back of her neck tightened. “I’m going to have fun fucking that dirty mouth of yours, that’s for sure. Not tonight, though, but soon.”

The second he positioned himself at her entrance, Scarlet had to stop herself from pushing back. Every ounce of her being wanted to rear back, to take all of him, to be filled by him and to feel consumed.

“I don’t have a rubber.” The way he said it, the low tone of his voice, told her that he didn’t give a shit about a condom. He would fuck her anyway. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No. I’m on the pill.”

“You sure?”

“Fuck. Yes, I’m sure,” she yelled at him. “Just do it already!”

And then he slammed into her hard and deep. Taking all of him with such force shot a good kind of ache all the way up her spine, and she cried out. The feel of him inside her, skin on skin, it was the first time since…since…fuck, she couldn’t allow herself to think about that. Not now.

“Jesus.” Hunter reared back and slammed into her again—harder.

“Oh God.” Scarlet’s cheek was still on the porcelain sink, her ass still way up high for him. When she tried to push herself up, he tightened his hold on her neck, forcing her to stay down. Somehow, she needed to fight, needed to keep control. Even though she didn’t want to, it was like her instinct demanded her to.

Scarlet moved to the side, reached around her leg, and grabbed his thigh before sinking her nails into his skin. The roar that came from behind her as she dug her nails deeper into his flesh was something between pain and pleasure.

“Fuck!” A loud crack echoed around them when his hand collided with the side of her thigh, and it was the hardest most painful of all the hits he had dished out on her so far. A loud cry escaped her mouth, yet she pushed back, forcing him deeper into her.

“Oh shit.”

Hunter stilled and let go of her neck. Both of them looked to the door and a guy stood there staring at them with big, round, freaky-looking eyes.

Hunter was the first one to react. He grabbed a bottle of soap from the sink and flung it toward the guy’s head.

“Get the fuck out!” But the man was out the room in record time and the bottle of soap landed with a loud thud against the door.

Scarlet lifted herself up and tried to move away, but he grabbed her waist. “Don’t you fucking move. We’re finishing this.”

Reaching over her shoulder she grabbed his hair, trying to keep him from bending her over again. Their eyes locked on each other in the mirror and then he continued to thrust in an out of her, her breasts bouncing up and down from the force.

With one hand on her hip, his fingers pushing deep into her skin, he moved his other hand down until he touched her where she so desperately needed to be touched. Her knees quivered, her body shaking from the pleasure that stemmed between her legs.

“Hunter. I’m close.” She breathed out, her mind nothing but shards of desire and broken pieces of need. The way his finger worked her, the way he kept on pounding into her from behind, pushed her to the edge within seconds.

“Let go, Scar.”

She wanted to, she really did. Yet there was something different, something that was clawing at her mind, her soul…her heart. Suddenly filled with the need to surrender, no longer wanting to fight, she loosened her grip in his hair and leaned forward. She placed her hands on the edge of the sink, and Hunter stilled behind her, both of them staring at each other in the mirror.

Not wanting to fight anymore, feeling emotionally exhausted, she silently gave him control, urging him to take all of her, to use her as he wanted. By the way he stared back at her, he knew what she was doing. It was like there was this rare, deep moment between them—a connection that just seemed to click in place. It was different this time. Different than the night before.

He moved, and this time, he slowly eased into her while he wound her hair up around his fist, tighter and tighter until her scalp stung as he pulled her head back. His eyes never left hers. They watched each other, but it was so much more than that. There was something being said in their silence, as if he was acknowledging the fact that she had surrendered. And the weirdest part of it was that, to her, it felt like he was accepting it, wanted it, needed it. It seemed that his need to control her was much stronger than her need to control him. He needed it more than she did.

Why?

When he started to pick up the pace, she gripped the sink tighter, her knuckles turning white. Harder and harder he started to move in and out of her, the pressure building inside her core with a kind of force threatening to break her in half.

And then she was no longer there. Scarlet was no longer in the restroom being fucked by a guy who somehow became more than just her bodyguard. More than just the guy who annoyed the crap out of her.

It was like her mind was transported back to a time when she was weak, unable to fight, unable to control what happened to her. Yet she felt the pleasure Hunter was thrusting into her, her legs starting to feel weak. It was crazy, unnerving, and she had no idea what was happening.

His grip in her hair tightened some more, her neck straining back.

“I need you to come for me, Scarlet.”

God, she was so close. The way his finger still moved between her legs, the way he kept on pushing deeper and deeper, harder and harder, had her entire body trembling. But there was something holding her back. Something that kept her from letting go. An image, a nightmare of the one person who stole everything from her. A man who had destroyed all the good inside her.

“You are mine, Little Red. No matter what you do, who you’re with, I’m the one who took your innocence from you. That part of you will always belong to me.”

Scarlet pinched closed her eyes, desperate to get rid of that voice, that image. But he was there. Right there with her like he always had been, and probably always would be. No matter what she did, where she went, he followed her. In her mind, her thoughts, her nightmares—his face was always there.

“You think you can escape me by fucking every man you see, Little Red? I will never let you go.”

With clenching fists, she tightened her grip on the side of the sink as tears stung her eyes. It felt like her fingers were about to break, all the while Hunter kept on pounding into her. How was it possible that between all the voices and the images of her tormenter, she still felt the pleasure Hunter was giving her?

It was when Hunter started to move wildly that she knew he was just as close as she was. The way he let go of her hair, his fingers clawing at her hips while he continued his onslaught from behind, she knew it would bruise. But she loved it, the thought of him marking her body.

This was it.

This was the night she finally lost her control to a man, something she had promised herself she would never do again.

Just as she was about to let go, a memory flashed before her eyes. She was bent over just like this. Her control no longer hers—just like now, and she felt the darkness slowly consume her, taking away the pleasure she needed.

She was about to lose herself in the soul destroying memory when Hunter’s hand was no longer between her legs, and she felt the burning sting of another hard smack against her ass, bringing her back to the here and now. Back to the reality that it was Hunter inside of her. It was him touching her, no one else. It was just him and her—them. It was Hunter she was giving her control to. And then she realized…she was totally okay with that.

With another tug of her hair, he lifted her up and placed his hand around her throat, squeezing tight while his other hand slipped between her legs. Her skin was on fire, her body screaming and aching, the pressure climbing until finally she cried out, her voice echoing between the four walls as she shattered into a million pieces around him.

Hunter flexed one final time and both of them cried out in unison, their pleasure ripping through them, tearing their fucking souls apart.

It was amazing. It was powerful…and it was liberating.

Maybe too much.

As her release peaked, tears started to roll down her cheek. Every emotion known to mankind completely took possession of her. It wracked through her body and she couldn’t control it. Scarlet was unable to suppress her anger, her sorrow, her pain, and her torment. With one soul shattering moment, all her walls came crumbling down, spilling around into nothing but dust, leaving her completely unprotected.

Hunter stilled behind her and loosened his grip around her neck. With his finger he gently wiped the tears that trickled down her cheek.

Their gazes met in the mirror, and by the way he looked at her, she knew that he knew.

“Scar,” he whispered into her ear with so much heartache in his voice that it spoke directly to her soul, causing more tears to spill from her weak body.

She just showed him her pain. And now he knew her secret.