All Chapters of YOU WRECKED ME : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

VERA'S P.O.VThe phone rang, and I answered immediately, pressing it to my ear."I’m out front. Can you let me in?""Sure, I'm coming."The call ended. After putting on a night robe Ginger and I walked quietly across the room and down the hallway to the front door. I turned the key twice and pulled the handle. The door swung open, revealing Hunter standing there at two in the morning. He had changed into a hoodie, and his hair was a lot shorter too. Unfortunately, he didn't dye it light brown. I really missed his brown buzz cut."Hey," he said, noticing my silence, since I had just spent the last minute checking him out."Oh, sorry," I mumbled, stepping aside so he could come in. Ginger circled between my legs, keeping his sharp, glowing eyes fixed on Hunter. Hunter noticed the kitten straight away and smiled, though he kept a respectful distance without attempting to play with him. "He’s grown," Hunter noted as he followed us to my bedroom.I looked back over my shoulder and shrugge

HUNTER'S P.O.VHunter pulled into the underground garage, twisting the key to kill the engine. We had been to this penthouse once before, two summers ago. I was supposed to go on vacation with Mummy but missed my flight; to compensate, she invited Hunter and me to stay here instead.That holiday remains the best I’ve ever had. When Hunter first mentioned the change in plans, I was thrilled, eager to relive a beautiful memory and perhaps even surpass what we shared two summers ago. Back then, however, Hunter and I were solid. We knew exactly where we stood. We were happy, he was at peace, and our relationship was arguably at its peak. But things were different now—very different.I turned to Hunter. He was engrossed in his phone, peering over his glasses as he tapped away and skimmed the screen. Shifting slightly in my seat, I tried to catch his eye. It worked. He turned to me, his eyes clouded with concern, though he chose to remain silent.“Are you ready to go in?” he asked.I nodded

HUNTER’S P.O.VI settled between her legs, the mattress dipping under my weight. Vera was already open for me, thighs trembling, her cunt showing me just how badly she wanted this, cum glistening on her skin. I started slow—pressing open-mouthed kisses along the soft inner skin of each thigh, higher and higher, dragging it out until her hips shifted restlessly.Then I buried two fingers inside her.She was soaked and still dripping. I curled my fingers and drew them out slowly, watching the thick strands of her cum stretch between them. I brought them to my mouth and licked them clean, the taste of her hitting me like a drug. Fuck. I’d missed this more than I had any right to.I leaned back down, lips finding the crease where her thigh met her sex. I sucked the sensitive skin into my mouth, hard enough to leave a mark, then released it with a wet sound. My tongue replaced my fingers, flattening firmly over her entire cunt, pressing down hard. The heat of her soaked through my tongue.

VERA’S P.O.V Hunter thrusted, burying his large cock hilt deep into me pressing me deeper into the bed. He kept it there, gripping the sheets around me. I never let go of the beads. And he never looked away from my face. He barely gave me time to adjust as he stretched my tight cunt to take him. It’s been months since I’d been fucked and each passing day before now, I had gotten tighter and smaller. But that changed now and soon I’d take the perfect size of him, be the perfect fit. He eased out of me fully, before slamming into me again making my lips tremble with a moan. “You’re tight, doll,” he hissed as he transitioned into slow, deep strokes that dragged every thick inch of him through me. Each thrust pressed me deeper into the bed leaving me moaning into his mouth and clenched tightly around him. His hips began to snap a little harder and deeper, the sound of him fucking into me filling the room. “Fuck you're squeezing me good. Is this okay?” he asked softly. I

HUNTER’S P.O.V.Just before Vera arrived, I reached under the seat and pulled out the black case McLaren had told me to check before the trip. Carrying it back into the penthouse, I slipped into the nearest bathroom.I opened it, and to no surprise, a gun was staring back at me. It had a silver-iron finish and a solid black grip. I swallowed hard, wrapping my fingers around the handle to test its weight. I set it down on the counter and searched the rest of the box, assuming that was everything—until I spotted the bulletproof armor. There were two vests. One was clearly mine, but the second one posed a massive problem: how could I get Vera to put this on without triggering a million questions? Even more concerning, why was there a vest for her at all if Mr. Haven had promised she would be completely safe?Unbuttoning my shirt, I strapped the vest tightly against my chest and covered it back up. I grabbed the gun, slid it into my inside jacket pocket, and straightened my suit.How am I