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YOU WRECKED ME

"Hold your breath, and I'll fuck you. You'll fucking feel it, that rush you wanted, that orgasm. I'll spit on your pussy, and eat that shit up. Just let me choke you, Vera, and you'll have to take it all like a good fucking girl." Hunter would fuck Vera lifeless if he wanted, treat her any which way just to keep his dick hard, and keep his thick, juicy cum running. After witnessing his mother being raped and murdered in cold blood, sick thoughts over power hunter and gradually his fantasys turn into a fetish. A fetish he cannot control and one his girlfriend can no longer tolerate. His girlfriend Vera calls for a break
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Chapter 6

VERA'S P.O.V

Hunter reached into the darkness, for something that sparkled.

Whatever it was, I'd soon see it for myself.

He spreads my legs, then plants his hand on either side of my head. My head turned, and from the corner of my eye, I saw what he had picked up earlier. The thing that sparkled in the darkness.

It was his belt, all kinds of thoughts ran through my head.

The worst was behind me, what could he possibly want with the belt now, except to hit me with it.

𝑁𝑜, 𝐻𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒. 𝑅𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡? 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡. 𝐷𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡?

Even my thoughts sounded unsure, but I let those thoughts go because I was too worn out to care.

Hunter kissed me, and I pushed him away, not wanting any other contact than the thick between his thighs. It was about time he buried his cock into the depths of me—about fucking time.

"It's like that, huh?" Hunter nodded and laughed, probably thinking it was funny how I let him do all this to me, but wouldn't let him kiss me.

Hunter lifts my head gently, passing the belt around me. He fastened it loosely around my neck.

My eyes widened in realisation. Hunter planned to choke me further. This night alone, he had choked me with his hands, his cock and now...his belt

"Hunter," I called, knowing fully well I wouldn't survive this.

I watched his hand grip the belt, tugging on it slowly.

"I'll be gentle, I swear," he promised.

The second version of him, and now, his second promise. He didn't keep the first. His words were warm and almost convincing, and for a second, I thought he had come back to his senses. I thought he'd realise how monstrous what he was about to do was. But as usual, it was foolish of me to believe.

Hunter finally positioned himself at my entrance. His cock sank into me, buried to the hilt, and I took every inch of him. He stretched me out nicely, filling me up good.

He began to thrust into my aching pussy, slowly at first. One hand still gripped tightly on the belt, and the other held on to the bed to support his weight.

His slow thrusts sped up in pace as he pounded into me faster. I met every thrust. The sound of our skin slapping against each other, and our heavy moans filled the room.

My hands clasped, reaching for his shoulders. My nails dug into them, and my toes curled tight.

"Harder," I cried, screaming into his ear as he fucked me rougher.

He couldn't go easy on me now, not after he choked me, not after everything.

He pounds me into the bed, grunting hard, hitting my sweet spot. I loved every feel of him, and he of me.

‌ "You feel so fucking good," he said, his voice husky, literally losing his mind.

My feelings were mutual, madly enjoying everything he was doing to me, it chills all over me.

His muscles tensed and his eyes were heavy with lust for me. He was giving it to me good, fucking me to the hilt. I wanted to feel it fucking now, the rush from it. The breath-taking orgasm.

"Hold your breath," Hunter panted, mid-thrust.

"Fuck," I cried, drawing in as much air as I could, before he began tugging on the belt that encircled my neck.

I whimpered, doing as I was told, trusting him not to choke me to death, hoping he'd keep his promise. I held my breath, closing my eyes to fight back the hot tears that dared to escape.

Hunter choked me lightly, still thrusting between my legs. Pulling and tugging the belt. My mouth parted, but no air flowed in or out of it.

"You're almost there, Baby."

His words lingered in the space between us, and I could feel I was getting close. I slowly began to feel the rush I wanted so badly, seeping from my entrance to every part of me.

Hunter let go of his belt, using his free hand to pin me in place as he pounds into me deeply.

"Oh fuck," I moaned.

I feel myself getting closer to my orgasm, chasing it madly. My clit tightened around him like a vice grip as I came. My orgasm was intense, and I began to buck violently as I could not contain the feeling.

My moans turned to screams, and Hunter dived for my lips, covering my mouth with his, drowning the sounds out. His body shook and tensed on top of me as he came, spilling deep inside of me.

He didn't stop, still giving me everything he had till I was crying his name.

"Oh fuck...Hunter." I cried,

*

We lay there in silence till our bodies stilled, and the moment ebbed away.

Hunter held on to me, flipping us over. My ear was pressed against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. Hearing it soothed something inside me, causing me to relax. His hands caressed my back and sides.

He had yet again left me content. I felt his cock soften; he was content, too.

I lay on top of him, enjoying his warmth and the feel of his hands.

Hunter lifted my ass, finally pulling out from me. He took off the belt around my neck, then threw it aside.

He placed me by his side, so I'm facing him. I stared straight into his eyes and his hands grazed my face, his lips reached for mine, kissing me softly.

He pulled back, wanting to say something, but I shook my head. I had something to say— and he was going to hate me for it.

He treated me like an animal, played his sick games, leaving me emotionally shattered and physically in pain, and upon all of that...I still loved him.

For some sick reason, I enjoyed everything he did to me tonight.

It completely turned me on, so what was the problem?

‌"What we have..." I started to say, but my voice trailed off.

"What we have isn't healthy."

Hunter's eyes were fixed on me. His face expressionless and his body was still. He stayed quiet, not saying anything— like I had hurt him.

I sighed, turning away, my back facing him. I lay there, waiting for him to say something, to protest or disagree with me.

Hunter did none of those things. His eyes were closed, asleep.

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