Wicked Truths (Hunt Legacy Duology 2)

Then he throws a curveball when he matches the brutal slap with another to my left cheek. This time, I grit my teeth, so hard I bite a huge chunk from the apple, sending the rest of the fruit tumbling to the floor. I spit out what I’ve bitten off and drink in air, set to let out an almighty bellow of shock, frustration, pain, passion. But a hand slaps over my mouth, silencing me.

Motherfucker!

I have a cursing party in my head, thumping my fists against the wall. The sting is biting, but Becker’s working hard, thrusting into me wildly, finger-fucking me into a mind-numbing oblivion. My hips start meeting his circling, matching his rhythm, desperation coiling me up like a tight spring. He better hold onto me when this orgasm hits, because I’m set to go bouncing off around the room. I’ve lost control of everything. My body is moving instinctively, searching for the release that will settle me down. It’s there. Not far away. I’m reaching for it, trying to seize it and hold on tightly, but it keeps slipping away defiantly.

‘Fuck,’ Becker curses on my behalf. He must sense I’m plateauing, because a second later, his mouth is at my ear. ‘Keep quiet,’ he rumbles, slowly removing his hand from my mouth. I savour the rush of oxygen filling my strained lungs. I can hear the faint snuffles of Winston that I conclude are him sniffing at the door, investigating the sounds, and probably the smell, too. I just hope Mrs Potts doesn’t notice his inquisitiveness and comes to find out what has his attention. And I’m not hoping because I’m worried she’ll cop another load of my naked body. I’m hoping because I don’t think even an audience would stop me taking what I need from Becker right now.

‘Please,’ I whimper feebly, desperately feeling the wall like I can find what I’m looking for there.

He answers by kicking my legs apart before pulling his sweatpants down a little and guiding himself to me. The feel of him simply brushing at my entrance cools the burning ache within me. Then he rams forward and dowses it completely. There’s no need to break me in. I’m saturated, which is a good job because we haven’t time to mess about. Becker finds his flow immediately and charges forward repeatedly, banging into me at an epic rate. It’s what I need. Full force to slam the elusive orgasm out of me. His fingers claw into my hips and yank me back onto him, my body bending to give him better leverage.

‘Oh shit,’ I gasp at the wall, grappling for support and not finding it.

‘Come on, baby. Focus.’

‘I’m trying,’ I choke, feeling the blood gush into my core. I tense everything, closing my eyes as Becker continues to attack me with his powerful drives.

‘Claim it, Eleanor,’ he hisses, jacking me up on every thrust.

The force of my climax when it hits nearly takes me out.

‘Go on, baby.’ He bucks one last time and grunts, holding me against his groin as every muscle turns to mush and renders me limp and lifeless. I fall back, going dizzy, the bolts of pleasure hitting me from every direction, coming and coming and coming. I’m struggling to find my breath, relying on Becker to support me. ‘I’ve got you,’ he says calmly, his arm appearing over my shoulder, bracing against the wall as he holds me to him with his other.

My head rests back against him, and I find the strength to lift my arms and hook them over his neck. I swear, I could fall asleep standing in his arms. ‘You didn’t come,’ I mumble drowsily, shuddering when he pulls his hips back and lets his still-solid cock slip free.

‘You needed that more than I did.’ His sweatpants ping back into place as he rains kisses on my damp, flustered face. He turns me in his arms and flicks eyes full of wonder down the dress that’s all bunched around my waist. ‘We have a winner.’

I laugh loudly, forcing Becker to quickly cover my mouth again. ‘Sorry,’ I mumble against his fingers.

‘You will be.’ Replacing his hand with his mouth, he lifts me from my feet and pins me to the wall while he devotes a few moments to lovingly kissing me back to life. ‘You’re quite a distraction in the workplace, Miss Cole. I might have to enforce punishments.’

I bite his lip. ‘You’ve just spanked my arse to Italy and back. I should slap your face.’

My lip is bitten in return, a smile building on his flawless face. It surpasses sexy. He looks sinful. He is sinful. My half-hearted threat hasn’t fazed him in the slightest. ‘Lucky arse.’ His throaty tone could easily get me ready for round two.

‘I’ll make your face glow brighter than my backside,’ I counter.