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.

VERA'S P.O.V

Hunter's hands grabbed the sides of my face. He bent to meet me, taking my lips into his. His kiss was soft. It lingered on my lips even after he pulled back. He dipped in again, consuming them once more, this time, our tongues battled for control. His was more dominant as it pushed through my throat.

His hands dropped to my neck, encircling it. I ignored the sting of pain I felt. Enjoying the taste of his hot, wet mouth. He tried to pull away, but I didn't let him. I bite down hard on his bottom lip, dragging it out.

It was about time I fought for myself and punish him for everything he'd done, he deserved to feel the same pain I felt.

Hunter growled against my lips. He sucked hard on my tongue, mumbling the words "Fucking perfect," against me.

I'm not hurting him, only pleasuring him more. He pulled back, and I let him go, not biting him down like before.

"Open," he said, his hand still gripped my neck.

My mouth opened and Hunter salivated, spitting into my mouth. His drool dropped inside me, and I swallowed, loving the taste of his saliva. He went in for my lips again, his mouth moving hard, smiling against me.

At last, he pulled away, and our passionate kiss came to an end. Hunter's fingers grazed my lips. His fingers were still sticky and slightly wet from when he had fingered me.

"Open," he ordered, and I did as I was told, opening my mouth.

He pushed his fingers in my mouth, watching me taste myself. He replaced his fingers with his thumb, and I sucked it dry.

"Wider," he said, pushing his thumb deep down my throat.

I sucked some more and he nodded in approval, taking it out.

"Spit on my hand," he said, bringing his hands towards my face.

I spat into it, and he smeared it across his hand like it was lotion. Hunter straightened his form, towering over me.

His cock pointed directly at my face. He ran his hand over it, rubbing my saliva all over.

"Open your mouth," he whispered.

I stared at his cock in front of me, then looked at him and I knew I couldn't take him. He was too big, it would hurt, it wouldn't even fit and it would choke me.

"It won't fit," I said, weakly voicing out my thoughts.

"It has before," Hunter said simply.

"I'll be gentle...I promise," he whispered gently.

His second version came out for a second time—gentle like usual.

My lips parted, and Hunter rubbed the tip of his cock against them, pressing gently.

I opened my mouth more as he slowly guided his cock into it. I pushed back the loose hair that kept falling onto my face. He dragged his hand through my hair, pulling it in a fist, so it no longer got in our way.

My hands held his thighs as I positioned my mouth to the head of his cock. My tongue darted out, gliding up and down. I avoided his tip, which throbbed and glinted. Purposely, teasing him, just like he had done to me.

A smug look formed on my lips as I stole a glance at him. I was pleased to see the tortured expression on his face.

Hunter hadn't cum a second time, and it was taking a lot of self -control for him not to. But he was close, I could feel it in my mouth, like he was about to burst any moment from now.

My tongue glided over again, till it reached his balls. I sucked on them softly, Hunter flinched, letting out a low moan.

"Fuck. Stupid bitch," he said, as his hands grabbed the back of my head, impatiently.

He couldn't take my teasing any longer, so he slammed his cock further down my throat, gripping my head tightly. He didn't stop until his tip felt restraint.

My eyes watered as I gagged violently, struggling to breathe. He paused, allowing me to adjust to the full length of his cock. My mouth expanded as I tried to take him, my jaw almost snapping out of place.

"You good?" He asked.

I nodded once, taking in air from my nostrils.

He guided my head again, thrusting into my mouth, bringing himself towards my mouth over and over.

"Good girl," he praised, a smile formed on his lips.

He was pleased to see me do other things with my mouth other than cry, bitch, and complain. I sucked hard, my mouth consuming his cock entirely. Hunter watched me gagging on his cock through heavy eyes, his hands still moved my head in and out of him.

Hunter's thrusts got sloppy as he continued to fuck my mouth, rolling his hips to meet me. His cock was fucking swollen, and his moans got louder by the second.

Hunter's grip tightened as his body trembled yet again, reaching climax. He spilt down my throat, releasing everything he desperately tried holding back.

He pulled out, letting go of my head. My mouth was filled with his cum, leaking from the corner of my lips. I swallowed, trying to savour every drop of him as he watched me, clearly mesmerised.

I panted hard, struggling to catch my breath, when Hunter grabbed me, causing us to fall freely onto the bed, with me on top of him. He grabbed my waist, pulling me close, and now I'm straddling his lap once more.

"We're still going to fuck for real," he reminded me. "It's what you want," he said, eyeing me as he spoke.

I was exhausted, and I doubted I could handle whichever way he wanted to fuck me next. But he was right, it was what I wanted. I did want him to fuck me. It would be the cherry on top of the entire night, and of course, Hunter knew this.

My pussy still squirting on him confirmed I wanted to be fucked. His hips rolled, and I groaned, loving the feel of him.

Hunter said something, gibberish, or maybe something important. But I couldn't hear, I was too busy pleasuring myself, enjoying him so much.

Without warning, he flung me across the bed, landing at the far end.

𝑌𝑒𝑠. 𝑇𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒.