Chapter 12: Losing control
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I pulled my nightgown back on and when the room was empty all except for me and Melissa, I could not bring myself to look Melissa in the eyes.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered into the darkness.
"It's not your fault Destiny, the queen would only have punished us both if you hadn't complied to her wishes. Anyway, she made me f**k Hunter in front of you, and I know you like him even if you keep denying it to Jake and yourself."
Over the next few days, I found that I still felt normal and comfortable around Jake since we had slept together, but Hunter, however, was a different matter. I could never stop myself from blushing whenever he entered the room, and I would stutter and stumble over my words whenever I spoke to him.
Unfortunately, but not unsurprisingly, Hunter treated me coldly as usual, and I could have sworn there was more ice added to the coldness.
He barely looked at me, and I wondered at times whether he was sickened at having had to have s*x with me.
Had it felt like a punishment to him? Was I so ugly in his eyes that every second he had touched me, he had forcefully had to swallow bile? Because that was certainly how it felt I found at times when I was around him.
I didn't know what certain moon phase or whatever that it was that the queen was waiting for, but nonetheless I could still somehow feel it coming ever closer and each day that passed I felt this bone chilling feeling of dread inside.
I was cleaning one of the queen’s dining tables. The queen trusted us enough to come out our hellhole, just to clean ourselves up or the place itself, so long as we had one of the men with us at all times.
I was wiping the table down with a cloth and trying to ignore Hunter’s cold presence behind me, his arms folded against his chest like a true bodyguard.
I leaned over the table to reach the other side when Jake strode in and blurted out, "baby you keep bending over like that, a man might have to take what you're offering between those legs."
I gave him the look that comment deserved and tried to ignore him.
I didn't like being watched at the best of times, being a shy girl and all, so having both men there watching me, and after Jake’s comment I blushed hotly when I had to bend over the table again to reach the other side.
I would have quite happily walked around if it hadn't been up against the wall. I would have bet money the queen had done it on purpose.
Jake winked at me and said, "I think you like teasing us bending over that table. Do you realise every time you bend over it lifts your nightie up higher, teasing us with the idea that just an inch higher we get to see what's between those legs...and we already know how tight it is, even tighter when you squeeze.”
I rolled my eyes but cringed inside, blushing so hard I thought I would pass out. Of course, Jake just had to push it further with that comment at the end.
I didn't know what it was, whether Jake had pissed Hunter off or if it had been that last sentence, but whatever it was he snapped.
Out of nowhere, Hunter came and grabbed me and threw me on my stomach on to the table.
Thoughts raced through my mind about what I had done wrong and whether he was going to punish me or kill me.
He ripped me away from me thoughts when I realized what was happening as he quite literally shoved his hand up my gown and ripped my panties off.
Before I even had time to think, he yanked my nightie up around my waist and shoved himself roughly inside of me and stole my breath away.
pain, mixed with pleasure overtook me as he f****d me over the table as hard and as fast as he could while he pinned both my wrists with one hand, down on the table, so I couldn't struggle.
"s**t, brother stop." Jake looked more shocked than anyone, making it obvious to me that Hunter had never done this before. Jake left the room, but I didn't have to time to dwell on it with Hunter ramming into me so hard.
He had lifted my nightie up my waist and gripped my hip tightly when I tried to move away, and I couldn’t deny I loved the dominance of him keeping me there.
Three minutes must have passed when all of a sudden he changed his angle and any pain I’d had became pleasure, absolute pure pleasure like I had never experienced before, not even our first time had felt this good.
He somehow managed to rub against my G-spot over and over again as well as my c**t, it felt so good, and I didn't want it to end.
Jake must have gotten the queen because she appeared in the room and looked at Hunter like you would a wild animal. It was the first time I had seen fear in the queen’s eyes, but she spoke firm and harsh as she said, "Hunter, this is not how we do things here, you know that."
Hunter didn't even look in her direction, he was so lost in the moment. She took a step further toward us and spoke louder, "Hunter, stop this right now. There is only place for rape in hell, and last I checked you didn't much enjoy doing that down there. Stop."
Her words were like ice to the touch, and finally Hunter stopped. I didn't want him to and I wondered if I were as messed up as them as it hadn’t felt like rape to me.
Hunter didn't pull out of me immediately, he lay his hands on the table either side of me still leaning over me, while he got his breath back.
Jake was the one to ask, "why?"
Hunter looked up at him and answered, "I don't know. You mentioned her tight p***y and all I could think was how good it felt when she squeezed on my d**k, and I wanted it again." He looked up at the queen and said, "It won't happen again."
As though I were nothing, he stood up, pulling out of me, pulled his trousers up and left the room without a word to anyone.
I stood up slowly, sore yet unsatisfied at the same time, and was made to go back to the arena area. Later on, I was finally led by Jake to clean up in the bathroom. Jake neither tried anything, or said anything and I couldn’t tell whether it was because he felt bad for what had happened to me, he was shocked by his brother’s actions, or both.
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