Page 99 of Shattered King

She whimpered. “Please, Hunter.”

Her plea hit me low in the gut, making my cock throb and my balls ache. I was done playing around. Coming down on top of her, I slid one arm under her, across her chest, holding her immobile, the other down between her legs so I could play with her swollen, slick little clit.

“You with me, Lulu?”

“Y-yes.”

“Who’s fucking you?”

“You are.”

“And who am I?”

“My man.”

Her words were a hit to the chest, in a really fucking good way. “That’s right, I’m your man.” I thrust into her hard and she gasped. “You feel what you do to me? My girl makes me so fucking hard. You make me lose my goddamn mind, until all I can think about is getting inside, fucking you until you scream.”

I slowed down, gliding in and out of her, nipping her earlobe. “You’re mine, Lulu. You’re not just inked on my skin, you’re under it, you’re twisted so deep inside me there’s no escaping it. I need to know you get that. Do you, baby?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

I kissed her shoulder. “I want my name on you, where people can see it. Anyone looks at you, they know you belong to me.”

She moaned, her pussy starting to flutter around my cock. “I’m gonna come,” she said between panted breaths.

I stopped fucking around and tightened my hold on her, pressing down, sliding my finger over her clit. She moaned when I squeezed her tit with my other hand, the needy sound snapping my control, and I powered my hips into her, fast and hard. All she could do was take it, take what her man gave her.

Her inner walls clamped down on my cock and she screamed, the spasming grip so tight, I had no choice but to let go. Sparks of light flashed behind my lids as I blew up, pumping her full, lost to her, hips going to town against her ass. I was powerless to it, could only hold her down and fuck us both through it.

When she’d wrung me dry, I slowed down, trying to catch my breath. The aftershocks she was still feeling worked against the head of my now sensitive cock, making me groan.

I kissed the side of her neck and rolled us both to our sides. I was still inside her, her soft ass fitting snug against my lap. “You good, baby?”

“More than good,” she said quietly.

I came up on an elbow, gripped her chin, leaned in, and kissed her slow and deep. “I’m never letting you go,” I murmured against her lips.

She stared up at me, eyes wide, searching mine. Then she offered up a wobbly smile that I felt in the center of my chest.

I slid her gorgeous red hair off her shoulder, went back down beside her, kissed her shoulder, then curled back around her. She was still scared; she couldn’t hide shit from me, and that fucking cut. All I could do was wait and hope she figured it out, that I wasn’t going anywhere.

Pierce was dead, that sick motherfucker was gone for good, and as much as I’d wanted to be the one to put him in the ground, it was better this way. I couldn’t risk going down a second time. Losing Lulu all over again.

But I swore to fucking Christ, if anyone so much as looked at her the wrong way, let alone touched her or hurt her—I’d kill them.

Lulu

An incessant, repetitive noise dragged me from my deep sleep. I felt Hunter lean into me. I dragged my eyes open and watched him reach across for his phone on the nightstand, and roll to his back.

“What?” He listened for a second. “Where? . . . Be there in thirty.” Then he disconnected.

I lifted up on my elbows. “What’s going on?”

“Gotta go.”

My stomach did an unhappy roll. “But it’s the middle of the night.”

He was already out of bed, pulling on jeans. He opened one of the dresser drawers, pulled out a black long-sleeved T-shirt, and dragged it over his head. Then he went to the closet. I heard a beeping noise before he came back out. He had a set of handcuffs poking out of his pocket and a gun shoved down the waistband of his jeans.