DRUNK AND FUCKING HORNY

VERA'S P.O.V

If someone ever told me my boyfriend would come home drunk, then proceed to fuck and choke me to the verge of death, I’d spit in their fucking face and call them a LIAR!

Hunter staggered into the room reeking of alcohol.

He was half-naked and slightly unconscious, his shirt was nowhere to be found.

“He’s back,” I whispered into my phone, I ended the call without waiting for a response, getting up slowly from the bed.

My head fucking hurts because I’ve been crying for several hours, worrying myself and now he’s just walking in after disappearing for day— fuck no.

Hunter’s blood shot eyes caught my damp face, matted with tears and sweat.

“Who... was that?” His voice sounded hazy as he squinted at me.

I shook my head taking in his pitiful state.

“Hunter...” my voice broke. “Where have you been? You’ve been gone for days.”

I watched him try to get words out of his mouth, but he belched loudly instead.

“You...you can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep disappearing,” I stammered.

“My Baby Doll,” he called, reaching out to me but missing by inches. “Don’t cry.”

He beckoned me to come to him.

“I want to feel you Vera,” he whispered lowly. “You’re all I need right now.

Vera didn’t move, so he came to meet me instead.

He stood in front of me, his eyes dragging over me, biting his lips into a smile.

“You’re the sexiest you’ve ever been.”

He wasn’t wrong.

My hair was down, spilling freely over my shoulders. Half my ass was out as my shorts failed to keep me decent.

The crop top I wore hugged me tightly, revealing my toned stomach.

“Your tits... God, your big fucking tits, Vera,” he said, followed my low groan.

*Fuck!*

“Were you expecting me?” He asked, a crooked smile played on his lips as he pulled me close.

His arms wrapped around me, and he kissed the top of my head, taking in my scent.

This is wrong, what he wants to do is wrong.

“Hunter, you can’t keep doing this,” I managed to say as he ran his hands over my hips and waist, feeling the smoothness of my skin.

“You smell so fucking good,” he whispered. “I wished you’d stop talking, enjoy the moment, then let me fuck the shit out of you.”

I swallowed hard, my heart slamming against my ribs, and the hot tears already filling up my eyes.

He pressed his body to mine.

I can feel his cock strained against his trousers, he grabbed my bare ass from behind, grinding into my front.

That made me yelp, pulling away from him.

“Hunter, stop!”

“Why?”

“Because I’m trying to talk to you,” I cried.

“Then shut up and stop talking,” he said, anger slowly rising in my voice.

“Why are you being this way? Where did you go?” I sobbed, ignoring his pressing need for my touch.

He lets go of me, pushing past me.

“I can’t deal with this, Vera.”

“Hunter?” I called. “You can’t just disappear without telling anyone.”

“God, I wish you’d stop talking,” he hissed.

I shake my head furiously, he isn’t going to shut me up.

“You can’t—”

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

The harshness in his tone made me go mute instantly.

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

I mouth opened, wanting to say something, but I shut it immediately.

“Wise choice, Vera.”

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

He scrambled through it, and I knew exactly what he’s looking for.

I took a few steps towards him, seeing it as my chance to speak

“You weren’t like this before, Hunter,” I spoke from behind him, my voice gentle.

“I fucking warned you,” he said furiously.

“You can talk to me, you don’t tell me anything anymore,” I plead tearfully. “I’m your fucking girlfriend, talk to me.”

“Where’s the beer? Where did you put it?”

“Away!” I screamed. “Because I knew you’d do this.”

All of sudden, he charged at me, grabbing my shoulders.

I couldn’t even look at him, my head bent as I cried profusely.

“Just tell me where you put it my beer,” he said, suddenly sounding calm.

“You were never like this, Hunter. Please talk to me,” I begged, ignoring his questions.

“Stop!” he roared, shoving me violently, watching me fall hard to the ground.

The world tilted.

I hit the floor hard, pain exploding in my arm. A sharp cry tore out of me as I curled around the injury, gasping.

“Vera Baby, I’m sorry,” he whispered, but there was something terrifying in his eyes when he looked down at me on the ground — a flicker of excitement that made my blood run cold.

I could see his erection in his pants, like seeing me the way excited him.

That’s sick— Hunter’s sick.

He turned away for a moment, then his gaze locked onto my drawer.

Before I could stop him, he kicked it hard.

The wood cracked and splintered and the cans rolled out across the floor.

Hunter snatched one, cracked it open, and drank like a man dying of thirst.

I watched in horror as the alcohol took hold again, dulling whatever brief remorse he’d shown.

Whatever happened next, whatever Hunter did to me, I knew he’d blame it on the alcohol.

When he turned back to me, his eyes were narrowed with pure rage. I tried to scramble backward, but my arm throbbed too much.

I still held her arm, I was still in pain.

“I know it’s sick but there’s nothing I want more than to twist your arm all the way back,” he said coldly.

A fresh wave over dread almost drowned me.

He took a step towards me, pure wrath in his eyes.

I saw this, and struggled to get away from him.

As I crawled, trying to get away, he spoke, in nonsense words, words I thought had no meaning.

“She was on the floor too...just like you Vera.”

“Hunter, please,” I begged.

“It seems you want something from me,” he said as he walked slowly towards me, dropping the empty can on the floor.

“I’m sorry, I don’t,” I sobbed.

“No, Vera, it’s a little too late for that. Tell me what you want?” His voice was louder than my pathetic cry.

“I’m sorry, Hunter. I care about you.”

“If you cared, you wouldn’t have hidden my beer,” he yelled, grabbing my arm that hurt, yanking me up.

Pain shot through me so sharply that I screamed.

For a second, something in his face shifted.

Regret, guilt?

I didn’t know, but his grip loosened slightly.

“Vera Baby…” His voice broke.

I looked up through my tears, searching for the man I loved.

He cupped my face, wiping my tears with shaky thumbs. Then he kissed me, tasting of alcohol and salt.

For one fragile moment, I hoped it was over.

But the kiss ended, and his eyes darkened again.

His hand seized my injured arm once more.

The pain made everything blur as he yanked me fully to my feet, and all I could do was scream.

“You scream just like her.”