LOGINAmberHunter was livid. He thinks he still owns my body, every inch , every curve, and no one shall have it, much less feast their eyes on it. Well, not anymore. And that possessive attitude would’ve been flattering if he hadn't gotten himself engaged without so much as a heads-up.“Amber!” He gritted to muffle his thunderous rage because my naked body doesn't need more audience, “get out of the pool right now!”“Why?” I admired absently, the waters slipping through my fingers.He was incredulous. “Get out right now and put some clothes on!” The sunset liquid was the colour of his eyes. That intense gaze of raw desire whenever he was deep inside me, throbbing and bulging with a craving so strong it wanted to devour me—..Fuck. I slapped the water and swam away. But Hunter was relentless, like a CCTV with legs, following me on the patio. “Get out right now, or I’m dragging you out.” “Sure,” I scoffed, gliding gracefully through the waters, “why don’t you?” And the next thing
AmberI scoffed and shrugged. “Then, finish it with your future wife. I’m sick and tired of waiting. It is what it is, isn’t it?” I dropped a cold smile. “Just leave me the fuck alone, future son-in-law of the MoonCore Alpha.” I turned to leave, full of applause for myself—.Until he grabbed my waist and crashed me against him. Our mouths came to a hair’s breadth from each other, when he muttered angrily, his alcohol breath blowing at my lips, “What’s the matter with you?” And I panicked. “Go fuck yourself, you piece of shit!” I tried pushing his arm off when his voice hardened in disbelief. “What the fuck did you just called me?” “A piece of shit!” I repeated like we were kids fighting over a toy. “An ugly piece of shit!” “You little brat…” He tightened his hug around me. His thick biceps squeezed with the determination to lock me in, pushing against my breasts, and I was slammed with death call: I’m fucking braless. Panic skyrocketed. “Let me go now, “ I ordered, shovi
AmberAt the 165th call, he finally answered. “Yes?” I laughed bitterly inside. That monosyllabic indifference brought tears to my eyes. But my pride slammed a lid over my surging grief, and I strangled the phone as though it was that woman’s neck. “That’s all I get, huh?” I gritted. He was exasperated. “Why are you calling?” “Why aren’t you home? It’s been five days! You didn’t take any of my calls. You left my messages cold—.” He swooped in. “I was busy.” “Busy playing dead,” I hissed, jealousy boiling under my flesh, “or busy screwing around with your fiancee!” He chuckled. “I don’t do that with her.” There was so much pride and respect in voice when he talked about her that I instantly drowned in shame. I laughed silently at the sky, swiping the tears away. “So I’m the dirty whore and she’s the queen. That’s how it’s gonna be, huh, Hunter?” He was silent. And I was that little girl again, throwing a fit because things didn’t go her way, while he, the composed adult
HunterTerror crushed those pretty icy eyes. I did it. I wrecked it. Beautifully. The window dragged down….And her mouth jumped open. But as soon as it did, a reminder flashed across her eyes, and she clamped up again. And I watched her fighting the anxiety screaming from her tensed up body as my cock pushed in deeper, gripping her in tight, pleasing satisfaction. She stared at me, the word ‘No’ at the tip of her tongue, hanging by a thread. But the merciless window kept drawing down…sounds of reality and the warm midday air carrying the scent of concrete and passing folks swarmed in—. Panic filled her eyes. She didn’t want to reject me, yet she was desperate to stop me, and she was losing focus, sinking fast in the pleasure I injected in her….“You’re sweating so much,” I smirked, the jerk that I was, sliding my fingers under her bra strap, “let’s get these off, huh?” Her hand grabbed my wrist—but then her gaze met mine, and she decided. Steaming cheeks flipped in an obligin
AmberHe was doing it on purpose again. Daring me to take the humiliation. We were in the middle of the city, surrounded by rushing folks going about their business. At any time, one of them was going to wonder about the strange expensive car parked at the side, and then they’d want to peer closer…. And they would find me having sex with my step-uncle. But right now, all I can think of is getting fucked senseless because my pussy cannot hold back another second. I would rather die from shame than sexual frustration. Besides, his windows are tinted—he’d said it before. “You remember how, don’t you?”His voice was deeper, darker than usual. He was looking down at me, and I was on my knees in front of him, in the footwell. His eyes were glowing with amusement but his gaze was as dangerous as the thin, black lacy panties he had gifted me. The same panties I’ve been wearing since morning. Now, the fabric was completely soiled, every yarn and lace soaked with my cum, dripping down my
AmberHunter's right. I really am a whore. Once I knew that the bra and panties were from Hunter, it was no longer the cushion and fabric cupping my breasts and pussy.It was his mouth. And my awareness heightened. Every rub against my nipples and clit, I felt his tongue and my body tingled with a longing for more. Even Eva noticed my unusual silence. But she was too absorbed in her own problems to show care beyond an “Are you alright?”And I wanted to focus on the delightful currents charging my imagination that I couldn't be bothered to give more than a smile and a nod. By the time of the first lecture, I was wet down there, and my nipples were hard and sensitive. And all I could think of was the myriad of positions we've tried over the past week. “Romance,” the prof began, “the experience of love or infatuation….” At the cue, I pushed through the bubbling under my skin and opened my laptop and then my lecture notes—and my phone trembled softly. Picking it up, I saw a text fr
HunterThe second she disappeared into the crowd of college students, my phone buzzed, as though it had heard everything and knew that the Blood Moon heir had left so it was time for the talk. I slapped the phone to my ear, not even bothering to check the name of the caller because I knew who it wa
AmberI did what…? “When did I—AH!” I was gasping hard to stay above the strong currents of pleasure.“In the car!” The mattress creaked fiercely under his slamming and bouncing on my core. “I asked if I should wear a tux for the party, and you nodded!”Oh my God. I’m the stupid one. “I didn't k
Amber God, his tongue. At first, I wondered if he made a mistake by not removing my underwear. Wouldn’t it be in the way? But then he started French-kissing my pussy through the fabric, and the latter became his accomplice. As his lips pressed in, I felt their shape and pressure while the rough
AmberHe had freshened up, I could tell. His brows were still damp; his white-silver fringe slick wet, raked over his forehead in a rush, so a few menacing strands had fallen over devilishly. But he hasn't showered. Because he was still in his tux. Sans jacket, of course. The bow tie was gone to







