Page 89 of Shattered King

His dirty words, combined with the yummy way he swirled his finger around my clit, and I almost came right then. I gasped and wriggled, but he held me at his mercy, and just like last night, I liked it. I liked handing the power over to Hunter. I couldn’t mistake him for someone else. No one else made me feel this way. No one.

“Please. Now.”

His hand left my pussy and smoothed over my hip. “Arch your back, babe. Give me that ass.”

I arched.

“Love this ass.” He squeezed a cheek, then lifted my leg back over his thigh, opening me wide. I felt the fat, swollen head of his cock at my entrance. Then he started to push in, stretching me, filling me until I was gasping for breath and quivering with need. He curled back around me, so all I could feel was him, everywhere. His hand came under me, and around, roughly cupping the opposite breast, holding me to him. The other went back between my legs, finding my clit.

Then he started fucking me, hard and fast like he said. So hard my body jolted every time he slammed home. The way he held me, all I could do was take it, take every brutal thrust.

The pressure started building, and I chased it, my hand going down to cover his, pressing his fingers more firmly against me. I moaned. “Harder, baby.”

Hunter snarled, then fucked me harder.

I screamed his name when I came, and his muscled arms held me down when I twisted and thrashed through it.

“Fuck, Lulu,” he said in a rough whisper against my ear, then came as well, holding me tight the whole time.

We lay there in silence for a while after, until Hunter gave me a squeeze, his lips moving along my shoulder. I tried to turn again, but again he stopped me, keeping my back to him.

“It’s time I told you something,” he said.

I stiffened. I didn’t mean to, but all the happy post-orgasm feelings flowing through my body vanished instantly at his serious tone.

“Relax. What I’ve got to tell you, it does not change anything between us, but I got shit I’ve been dealing with all my life. That shit made me the man I am now. Some of it you know, some you don’t.”

I tried to turn again and this time he let me. My heart started pounding in my chest when I saw the pain and anguish lining his features. Whatever this was, it was something that had affected him deeply.

I threaded my fingers through his and tried to keep my freak-out under wraps.

His eyes held and locked onto mine. God, it hurt to look at him right then.

“You know me and the old man never got along. You also know he liked to use his fists on his kids. Van got a taste of it, Mom too, but I was his favorite puppy to kick around.”

Nausea curled in my belly. “Hunter, you don’t need to . . .”

He gave me another squeeze. “I want you to know where I’m coming from, when it comes to not only you, but Josh as well.”

“Okay.”

“It was no secret my old man hated me. He told me every day. I wasn’t good enough to have his name attached to mine. He made sure we knew every time he took his fists to us it was my fault. That just looking at me made him sick to his stomach.”

A painful lump formed in my throat.

“He wasn’t my father.”

I stopped breathing. “What?”

“My biological father is the man who attacked my mother one night on her way home from work. The man who dragged her into a dark alley, beat the shit out of her, and raped her.”

Oh God.

“The old man made sure I knew I wasn’t his as soon as I was old enough to understand. He was an angry, abusive asshole. Angry that my mother refused to get rid of me, and angry that he had to look at me every day and remember what happened to his wife.” He sucked in a breath. “Angry with himself, drowning in guilt that he hadn’t been there to protect his woman.”

I clung to him tighter. “I’m . . . God, I had no idea. I’m so sorry.”

He cupped my face. “I know what it is not to be wanted. I would never do that to our son. He’s mine in every way that matters. I would never hurt him, never turn my back on him. He’ll know nothing but love from me. I don’t give a fuck who makes up the other half of his DNA . . . but, baby, I care a whole fuck of a lot how our boy might have been brought into this world.”