Unbroken

I knew.

And yet…

Hunter would be punishing. I sensed his rough want when he gripped my hand tightly as I stroked his cock. It had felt so hard, so fucking thick. I almost winced just thinking about it.

It would be madness to go to him, to let him inside me so soon after I just gave myself to Leo for the first time in my life.

I spun around slowly to take Leo’s cock into my hand, feeling the difference between the two. Leo—sexy, thick, a real pleasure to take into bed. I pumped him, staring into those bottomless blue eyes. He knocked his forehead against mine, groaning, until his hand settled over mine, stopping my movements. “Skye…” he panted. “He wants you, too.”

“He’ll break me, won’t he?” I asked cautiously.

Leo’s lips curved into a sexy half-smile. “He would.”

It was my choice.

I could have let it be—could have let my body recover and then slowly allowed Hunter to ease into me.

But he lay there in bed that very second wanting me. I could feel it from where I shakily stood. Hunter did things to me. He splayed my being open until my soul was bare to him. And where Leo delicately prodded around my soul, making me feel worshipped and loved, Hunter was greedy. He tore me open and dug deep, allowing every emotion to the surface, baring me to him.

I lifted my head to capture Leo’s mouth. He kissed me eagerly, his tongue lapping mine as the water cleansed us. Then he pulled back just enough to whisper, “Go to him.”

Hunter

He felt conflicted.

He rubbed at his chest, whispering, “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

He didn’t know.

He just didn’t feel right, which was fucking stupid. He’d been waiting his whole life to have a night like this with Skye. So why did he feel like he lost something? Was he mourning letting that stage of their relationship go? But that couldn’t be it. It was something else. Something darker that stirred within him now. He was not satisfied. Thatthingwithin him prodded at his centre, telling him that he had watched her get fucked by another—thatheshould have been the one to take her instead.

“I would have hurt her,” he muttered.

But he wanted her to hurt.

He’d make her want it, too.

He ran a ragged hand down his face.

Conflicted, conflicted, conflicted.

What were they fucking doing?

What would come of this when they left the cabin?

He…didn’t know when he should have had clarity.

He…felt wretched when he should have felt fulfilled.

His attention shifted to the bathroom as Skye stepped out, staring back at him. He went still, eyeing her questionably as she inched her way to him. There was something…differet in her gaze. Something…purposeful in her movements. Her skin was red where she’d been scrubbed, her long light hair dripping with water. His heavy eyes dropped to her nude chest, at her perfect fucking tits, and he felt himself harden all over again. He felt that damnedthinggrow silent as his desire for her roared like a hot blaze.

She rounded the bed, her movements slow and cagy like she was being cautious of him, like she knew—and she did fucking know—he would not be gentle. The air went still in his lungs as she climbed over the bed and over him, this perfect fucking being, the only thing he had ever wanted. On reflex, his hands gripped her hips as she sat astride him, her sweet pussy pressed against his hardening dick.

What did she think she was doing?

This was playing with fire.

His willpower had never been tested before—not in this manner, and he didn’t want to fuck up.