Chapter 4 Starving for Her Lips

Hunter’s P.O.V.

As Amber steps out of the car, I can’t stop my eyes from trailing down. I watch her round ass, the way her hips move beneath that lavender dress as she walks toward the front doors of the mansion.

God! This woman.

What the hell is she doing to me? My dick is rock-hard, throbbing with a violent pulse, and the dark urge to drag her back into the leather seat and have her right now nearly overrides my sanity.

But she’s off-limits.

I slam my hands against the steering wheel. How the fuck am I supposed to control myself after tasting her lips? They were so soft, so welcoming.

Hunter, stay away from her. First of all, she is your stepsister. And secondly, she is a danger to your focus.

My jaw aches from how hard I'm clenching it.

I need to force my mind off her. Right now, I need to focus on Nathan.

I shift the car into reverse, peeling out of the driveway and tearing away from the mansion. I pull my phone out of the console and dial his number again. It rings out, but just as I am about to toss the phone onto the passenger seat in frustration, the screen lights up with a text message.

Nathan: I completely forgot that I have a concert in London tomorrow. So I had to leave urgently. I’ll be back in a few days.

As I stare at the glowing letters, a heavy sigh escapes my lips. I know he’s lying. Something happened to him at that reception, something or someone triggered him so badly that he had to run.

But I don't force him to tell me the truth.

Because somewhere deep down, Dad's words are still echoing in my mind. Nathan isn’t a kid anymore. He has to fight his own demons eventually.

Me: Just take care. You know I’m always there for you.

***

By the time I return to the mansion late at night, I’m completely frustrated, my blood boiling with a restless, angry energy.

After leaving the driveway earlier, I went straight to my office and took out my rage on my assistant, torturing her until she begged for mercy. But even though she tried her best, she couldn’t satisfy me. I didn't get even a bit of relief.

The entire time, my mind was trapped, completely possessed by that one particular woman with those magical green eyes.

I step through the front doors, pulling off my suit jacket. Tonight, the entire energy of this house feels different. The cold, empty halls don't feel completely dead anymore.

Because she is here.

A quiet breeze draws my attention toward the glass walls facing the backyard. I look out, and my breath catches in my throat.

I see her out in the garden. She is sitting on the wooden swing, the soft moonlit glow washing over her perfect features. She has her AirPods plugged in, her thumbs typing frantically on her tablet. She is completely lost in her own little world. Her blonde hair is open, cascading down her shoulders and swinging slightly in the night air.

Seeing those curls makes my fingers twitch. I want to stride out there, fist my hand into her hair again, and drag her face up to mine.

I completely lose myself in the sight of her. My eyes lock onto her pink lips, and my mind instantly recalls how incredibly soft they felt against mine, how she shivered when I took her mouth.

I want to kiss her again. In fact, I don't just want to kiss her, I want to rip that nightdress off her tiny body, pin her down, and make her scream my name loudly while I fuck her hard and do all the wild, cruel things I love to do.

What the hell is happening to me?

A sudden wave of fury hits me, and I clench my fists. I am so angry at myself for this pathetic weakness, so angry at the sheer power of this attraction.

Fuck it.

I let out a growl as my eyes track her every move from the doorway. I can't control myself, and I'm done trying to. I don’t care if she is my stepsister.

What I want, I take. And right now, I want her.

As I walk closer to her, she doesn't even notice me approaching, completely immersed in whatever she's typing on her tablet with her music blocking out the world.

I stop directly behind the swing. For a second, I just look down at the exposed skin of her neck where her blonde curls have shifted.

I lean in close, my chest brushing against the back of her shoulders, and inhale deeply. She smells like pure vanilla and clean rain, a sweet, innocent fragrance that cuts straight through my remaining sanity.

Before she can even process my presence, I press my lips firmly against the warm, sensitive skin of her neck.

She gasps loudly, her body violently jerking on the swing, but I don't give her the chance to pull away. I wrap one powerful arm around her waist from behind, pressing her back against the swing.

With my other hand, I grip her chin, forcing her head back and turning her face toward mine.

I slam my mouth down onto her lips, kissing her with a force that leaves no room for negotiation. I consume her mouth as I own it, my tongue forcing its way past her teeth to taste her fully. She tastes so sweet and intoxicating.

This isn't like me. Kissing women was never my type. I hardly ever kiss the girls I take to my bed.

I just punish them, dominate them, and fuck them hard until I get my release. But with her, I am absolutely starving for her lips.

What the hell are you doing to me, Green Eyes?

As I continue to devour her lips, pinning her down with the sheer weight of my upper body, my hand moves away from her chin.

I slip my hand downward through the loosened neckline of her silk nightdress. My rough palm slides directly against the bare skin, travelling down until I find her breast. I squeeze the soft flesh tightly before capturing her erect nipple between my fingers.

I pinch it hard.

A breathless moan escapes her lips, vibrating directly into my mouth. The sound is music to my ears. It’s filled with pure pleasure and shock.

I like the way she moans. It drives a wicked thrill straight to my gut.

To hear it again, I pinch her nipple once more, harder this time, and then again and again, rolling the tight peak between my thumb and forefinger.

She whimpers against my mouth, her small hands coming up to grip my forearms, whether to push me away or pull me closer, I don't care. I just tighten my hold, refusing to let her breathe, refusing to stop the aggressive rhythm of my lips against hers.

The heat radiating off her body is driving me insane. Slowly, I drag my hand away from her chest, sliding my palm down her torso.

My fingers trail down to her bare thigh, the silk of her nightdress riding up as my hand moves higher to feel the slick to feel the wetness between her legs.