Hunter didn’t give Mirabella a warning. One second, his dark gaze locked with hers, and the next…

He slammed into her.

The force knocked the breath from her lungs, her cry sharp and broken, echoing in the room. Her nails clawed at his back, her back arching off the bed as his cock filled her to the hilt. There was no mercy, no gentleness. He was too far gone, too obsessed with the feel of her body wrapped around him.

“Hunter…” she gasped, but the rest was swallowed by the sound of ...