HUNTER'S P.O.V

(PRESENT DAY)

I staggered into the room, half-naked and slightly unconscious, my shirt was nowhere to be found.

My head is banging and a voice cut through the haze— it belonged to Vera.

"Oh my God," she whispered into her phone as her head turned in my direction.

"Hunter just walked in."

The line went dead, and Vera got up from where she sat.

My blurred vision caught her damp face, matted with tears and sweat— she had been crying.

"Who... was that?" My voice sounded hazy as I squinted at her.

Vera's head shook as she took in the pitiful state I was in.

"Hunter..." her voice broke. "Where have you been? You've been gone for days."

I tried to get words out of my mouth, but I belched loudly instead.

"You...you can't keep doing this. You can't keep disappearing," she stammered.

"Baby." I reached out, missing her by inches. "Don't cry."

I beckoned her to come to me. I wanted to feel her because she was all I needed right now.

Vera didn't move, so I went to meet her. She stood in front of me, looking the sexiest she'd ever been.

Her hair was down, spilling freely over her shoulders. Half her ass was out as her shorts also failed to keep her decent.

The crop top she wore hugged her tightly, revealing her toned stomach. And her tits... God, her big tits, her top could not even contain them.

𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘!

"Were you expecting me?" I asked, a crooked smile played on my lips as I pulled her close.

My arms wrapped around her, and I kissed the top of her head, taking in her scent.

"Hunter, you can't keep doing this..."

I ran my hands over her hips and waist, feeling the smoothness of her skin. She smelled so fucking good.

I wished she would stop talking, enjoy the moment, then let me fuck the shit out of her.

My cock strained painfully against my trousers, and I grabbed her bare ass, grinding into her front.

Vera yelped, pulling away. "Hunter, stop!"

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"Because I'm trying to talk to you," she cried.

"Then shut up and stop talking," I said, anger slowly rising in my voice.

"Why are you being this way? Where did you go?" Vera asked, ignoring my pressing need for her touch.

I pushed past her. "I can't deal with this."

"Hunter?" she called. "You can't just disappear without telling anyone."

God, I wished she would stop talking.

"You can't—"

"Vera, if you don't want to have sex, I suggest you shut the fuck up and leave me alone."

My voice was harsh, and Vera instantly went mute.

My eyes stayed fixed on her for what felt like forever, daring her to speak to me again.

Her mouth opened, probably wanting to say something, but she shut it immediately.

𝑊𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒.

I marched to the mini fridge tucked in the corner of our room, ripping it open.

I scrambled through it, and there's not a can of beer in sight.

"You weren't like this before, Hunter," Vera spoke from behind me, her voice gentle.

"I fucking warned you," I said furiously.

"You can talk to me, you don't tell me anything anymore," Vera began to cry.

"Where's the beer? Where did you put it?"

"Away! Because I knew you'd do this," she screamed at me.

I stormed at her, grabbing her shoulders. She couldn't even look at me, her head bent as she cried profusely.

"Just tell me where you put it," I said as calmly as I could.

"You were never like this, Hunter. Please talk to me," she said, ignoring my questions.

"Stop!" I yelled, pushing her violently, watching her fall hard to the ground.

𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘. 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡.

Vera was on the floor, holding on to her arm, crying.

"Vera Baby, I'm sorry," I whispered.

But there was something about this that excited me. Seeing her on the floor in pain, her current state kept the blood flowing in my cock.

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘. I thought wildly.

I turned away from her, trying to drown that thought from building further.

I was regaining consciousness, and I didn't want that. I needed alcohol now. I thought hard, taking a quick scan of the room. My eyes stopped at one of Vera's drawers.

𝐵𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑜.

I hadn't found my beer yet, but I knew it would be there. I also knew it would be locked.

I walked to the drawer, tugging the handle, it didn't open.

My assumptions were right. Vera had locked it, but a stupid lock and key wouldn't stop me.

I kicked down the drawer, it broke as it fell, and my beer cans came rolling out.

Quickly, I took one, snapping it open and pouring the contents into my mouth.

My throat burned, but that didn't stop me from taking another can, downing the contents of it also. The alcohol hit immediately, and I was glad.

Whatever happened next, whatever I did, I'd have the alcohol to blame.

I turned to Vera again, my eyes narrowed.

She still held her arm, she was still in pain, and there was nothing I wanted more than to twist her arm all the way back, causing her more pain.

I took a step towards her, pure wrath in my eyes. Vera saw this, and she struggled to get away from me.

As she crawled, the memories I had buried so deep returned to me in quick flashes.

Mum on the floor, just like Vera...

"Hunter, please," she begged.

"It seems you want something from me," I said as I walk slowly towards her, dropping the empty can on the floor.

"I'm sorry, I don't," she sobbed.

"No, Vera, it's a little too late for that. Tell me what you want?" My voice was louder than her pathetic cry.

"I'm sorry, Hunter. I care about you."

"If you cared, you wouldn't have hidden my beer," I yelled, grabbing her by the arm that hurt.

Now my face meets hers, and all I saw was fear. She closed her eyes tightly, sobbing so hard.

𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚...

My chest stung with pain, immediately feeling sorry for her.

I loosened my grip on her arm.

"Vera Baby," my voice breaking instantly.

Her eyes opened, blinking through her tears.

"I'm sorry," I begged, like my senses had finally returned to me, like that "thought" had put me in check.

I bit hard on my lip to keep them from trembling, and Vera watched through teary eyes.

I held her face in my hands, wiping all her tears away. Vera's frozen, not knowing what to do with herself.

I pressed my lips against hers, tasting the saltiness of her tear-stained lips. I pulled away, but that single memory returned again.

My mother, screaming in agony.

I seized Vera's arm again, yanking her up to her feet, listening to the sound of her own agonising scream.

VERA'S P.O.V

Hunter's palm struck my cheek, forcing my head to snap to the side. For a split second, there was nothing, just a ringing white noise flooding my ears—then the sting came hot.

"What do you want from me?" My boyfriend questioned.

He was drunk again, I knew that the second he came into the room, before he went looking for his beer.

"Hunter," I whispered, my voice inaudible.

"I'm here now Vera, what do you want from me?" He repeated.

My mind scrambled and my thoughts tripped over each other. What answer did I have to that?

I had many answers because I wanted many things from Hunter.

𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡, 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡.

But I knew better than to say any of that.

"Nothing," I cried instead, too afraid to confront him.

The look in his dark brown eyes changed, not anger exactly, but something much worse.

Hunter lunged towards me; his fingers closed around my throat before I could even gasp.

He drove me into the wall, claiming every inch of space around me—the impact rattling through my bones.

He leaned in, his eyes met mine, and they showed no mercy.

This was the first version of Hunter, the drunk one. The one that scared me and the one I had to deal with now, because if I didn't, there would be consequences...consequences I could not physically handle.

Air slipped away from me completely, and my face flooded with heat until I knew it must be crimson. My eyes filled and then overflowed as fresh tears slid shamelessly down my cheeks.

Then everything started to fade.

My mouth opened on instinct as I searched for a word—a plea, anything to voice out, but nothing came. Just a raspy gasp caught in my throat.

I was too breathless to speak, too overwhelmed to move.

"Just a little more," Hunter growled lowly.

My eyes fluttered, fighting to close— but I didn't let them.

Hunter loomed over me, reminding me how small I could be, how little he could always make me feel.

One hand remained on my throat, while the other moved to unbuckle his belt, throwing it behind him.

He revealed his cock, hard, thick and throbbing. I watched through half-lidded eyes as he traced it firmly with his free hand, his motion controlled. Every line and vein was amplified in my vision, impossible for me to ignore.

His hand ran over it as he continued to pleasure himself, stroking and twisting aggressively to his liking. Beating it harder while his fury eyes remain fixed on me.

His fingers dug further into my windpipe and my eyes pleaded, but his grip only tightened more.

A heavy weakness spread through me, and everything felt far away. Hunter, the room, even my own body—I was barely hanging on.

If I gave up now, only God knew what would happen. I wondered if Hunter would stop if he saw I was passed out, if he saw his Baby girl was really, truly hurt.

I knew one thing, I knew this was the last night Hunter would ever treat me this way— I couldn't give up now.

𝐼𝑓 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑒; 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜...

But my eyes gave up already, rolling to the back of my head.

𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑛𝑜. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠. 𝑀𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑡, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡...

Luck was on my side, because that involuntary act seemed to do it for Hunter. Watching my eyes roll back threw his body into an immediate fit. It triggered him and he reached climax immediately.

A jagged groan ripped from his throat, and his head snapped backwards, his entire body tensing violently.

Streams of thick fluid spurted from the tip of his cock, dripping onto my thick thighs, left bare.

His hand shook against my neck, as it did, his grip loosened, and air gradually returned to my system. I drew it in, desperate for it.

I forced my eyes open, then slid down the wall as Hunter lost his grip. My limbs were unable to support me, leaving me drowning in the pool of my unconsciousness.

The air I longed for moments ago slowly began to suffocate me and every nerve in my body screamed with the intensity of it.

Hunter moaned. "Fuck."

He bit down hard on his lip and staggered forward. His hands reached out to grip the wall, holding on for a moment before staggering towards the bed, falling freely onto it.

I remained in the corner of the room, exactly where he left me, afraid that even the slightest shift would draw his attention back to me.

My face streamed with tears, and my hands clasped gingerly around my neck. I whimpered, crying with each touch, every brush of my fingers sent a fresh wave of panic through my body.

𝐼𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠.

"Vera," he called my name, his voice softening suddenly, just like before.

This was the second version of Hunter. The one that I'd wake up to the next day. The one that would swear he didn't mean it, or claimed to have forgotten, making everything worse.

"I need you to be quiet."

But I couldn't; his words didn't soothe me. I couldn't calm myself, not after everything... I just couldn't.

My chest heaved as he spoke.

"You know what happens when you don't listen. You know what happens when you cry."

I knew, and yet I still didn't stop.

"You're asking for something you won't like."

His harsh words were followed by a low, humourless laugh rumbling from the depths of his throat.

I heard the bed creak as he got up, I heard him walk towards me, his footsteps light and quick.

"Get up."

I should have listened, I should have stopped crying and done what he said.

I feared for my life once more.

VERA'S P.O.V

I couldn't move an inch, let alone "get up".

His presence was undeniable as his tall frame cut off what little light our nightstand had to offer. His shadow consumed me.

My head was bowed and my hands still cradled my swollen neck.

Hunter paused briefly, watching me till he reached out, running his fingers through my tangled hair, wrenching me upward.

My lips parted, and a cry of pain escaped them, an unbearable ache pulsed through my head.

My legs threatened to give out, and Hunter knew it as he pinned me to the wall to hold me. He guided my arms and looped them around his neck. His hands slid down my thighs, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me to our bed.

He straightened his back, resting against the bed frame. My legs fell to either side of him, leaving me straddled on his lap. I could feel his cock—still damp and still hard, even after he came.

My hands fell from his neck to his chest, planting them on his bare skin. I drew them down towards his torso and his perfectly defined abs, feeling the firmness of it.

Hunter murmured meaningless words as he grabbed the part of my ass left bare by my shorts, grabbing so hard, he left handprints on them.

He pulled me closer to him, causing my clit to drag against his hard-on. I could feel every inch of him as he ground hard against me. His briefs were slightly below his waist. His trousers were much further down. His cock was exposed and it swelled aggressively beneath me.

His hands dropped to my lap, rubbing them continuously. His thick cum from earlier was still on my thighs. It dripped onto the bed in heavy, sticky droplets and he smears what's left of his cum all over my thighs— he liked it messy.

His hands moved under my shirt, feeling my waistline, my belly, and every curve my body entailed. Hunter frowned at the sight of my top, tugging on it, wanting to get rid of it immediately. My breasts bounced as he snatched it off me, leaving me bare.

His hands reached for my shoulders, rubbing them while he looked at me good. He pulled me forward, so close that there's no space between us.

His lips reached for my neck, tracing kisses on it, sucking on my skin tenderly. I moaned softly, enjoying the wetness of his tongue relieve the stinging pain I felt around my neck.

He moved back for a second, then his tongue darted out again, licking my neck down to my collarbone. He finally pulled away, but his eyes dropped to my breasts, eyeing them.

My nipples were hard, pointing towards him as he bit his lips at the sight of them.

The eye fucking was driving me insane, and it was just a matter of time before Hunter fucked me for real. But tonight, wasn't about the sex. It was about everything that led to it.

Hunter's damp fingers grazed my nipples and he pinched them, earning a cry from me. His tongue darted out as he gave my left breast a long lick. He pulled away, groping them with his hands. He lifted them, bouncing them around, before squeezing them so hard I thought they'd burst.

I winced painfully, but Hunter ignored the sound I made, going for them again, burying his face in them. His lips puckered as he kissed them repeatedly, taking the left one again into his mouth, sucking it whole, leaving it sore and discoloured.

A high-pitched moan escaped my lips, and I gasped in shock as he sucked me rougher. Hunter went for the other, and I licked my lips, wanting him to stop with the teasing. His lips sucked hard on my nipple, dragging it out between his lips. I bite down, not wanting to moan as loudly as I had before. He stopped, and I watched him. His eyes met mine and remained fixed on me. But soon, his stare softened— or so I thought.

Hunter licked his lips, his eyes returned to my breasts with gritted teeth, and his jaw flexed. Hunter goes for my breasts again, but this time, sinking his teeth into it.

The memory of his tongue and lips lingered sharply in contrast. He didn't care if I was sore, he bit them hard, dragging out my nipple, causing me to cry painfully.

"Be a good girl and shut the fuck up," he mumbled against me.

I obeyed, refraining from crying any further as he continued to bite hard on my nipples and then my breasts. Bite and suck, bite and suck.

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑢𝑦.

How did we even get here? How did we get to the point where physically hurting me was the only thing that turned him on? How could this be the only thing that satisfied him?

Hunter's warm hands massaged my swollen tits; he was enjoying this so much. His cock, which was still hard as steel, proved this.

𝐺𝑜𝑑, ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡.

I could only imagine what he would do once he was ready.

"Fuck me already, fucking me and let's be done with this," I begged almost pleadingly. The slick between my thighs dripped, wet for him.

"Oh, I will," Hunter whispered, licking his lips greedily.

He tugged on to my shorts, taking them off. My underwear came off next. Now I was completely naked.

His hands moved down, sliding between my breasts, over my stomach, and below my navel. But they didn't stop there. He ran them further, finally stopping at my entrance.

Before I knew it, I was being pushed back. My head bounced lightly on the mattress.

Hunter crawled towards me, shoving off his trousers that were still stuck at his ankles, kicking them off the bed.

His face met mine, our foreheads touched as he wiped the trickles of sweat forming at my temples.

He ran his hands down my entrance, palming my pussy. His fingers ran between my folds. I moaned, biting down tenderly. I was plump, warm, and already wet for him.

He continued to glide his fingers into me, rubbing his thumb in circles hard against my clit. I couldn't control the moans that escaped my mouth as he pushed his fingers deep inside me, watching me lustfully.

Hunter pumped them in slowly, going in as deep as he could. His fingers came out in swirls. I tightened around them as he pumped them in faster. The corner of his lips pulled, forming a smug look on his fucking face.

"Hunter," I whimpered, finally crying his name as his thumb rubbed against my swollen clit.

My climax came like a wave, washing me completely. My squirt was thick and heavy. I flooded his fingers, cuming so hard onto them and my pussy throbbed, and my face twisted with pleasure.

I was absolutely satisfied. Hunter could leave me as I was, and I would be content. But he was never content, always hungry for more—more of me.

"I'm not done with you," his words confirmed my thoughts.

Hunter still had plans to mess with me further, like a prey that played with its food before it ate, doing me any way he wanted, before actually fucking me.

He got up to his feet.

"Come here."

I crawled towards Hunter, kneeling in front of him, staring up to see his face—watching him. His huge cock in hand, the hardest it had ever been.

He definitely wasn't done with me.