Falling for the devil.(+18)

Who can handle who?

Warning: Content Advisory
The following scene contains explicit sexual content, strong language, and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised, as the content may not be suitable for all audiences
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Hunter got up and ordered Mia to get on her knees, the others there looked jealous.
He caught her and strangled her neck "who can handle who huh? " remember who I am pretty face, he said unzipping his pants, he took out his huge cock out and without expecting it he engulfed it deep into mia's throat. "Hmmm such a good girl you are when you mouth is shut aren't you?" She responded ''mhgmmmggggh''the others were speechless, without waiting one by one they began to undress and kneel next to mia as if to wait their turn, they looked with envy while some began to touch themselves watching the scene.He ordered each of them to join him and suck him, he growled "hmmm look at me this bunch of naughty girls" Ava responded "yes daddy" it had become a competition, all wanting to be Hunter's favourite one did it faster, the other put more drool...
As one of the women did a deep throat, her lips now tracing the edge of his tip,his eyes fluttered shut, not in pleasure, but in an attempt to conjure the image of Adrianna.
''It should've been her.'' He tough to himself. His fingers ran through the woman's hair as she sucked him, but in his mind, it was Adrianna's silky black curls he felt. The warmth spreading through him wasn't from these strangers, but from the ghost of her presence that haunted him, taunted him and fuck that hurt. ''But maybe, just for tonight...''he told himself. Maybe pretending would be enough to ease the frustration clawing at his chest. They continued, we were now back to mia, she spat and stuck his whole cock in her mouth.such a bitch she loved that "mhhh look now who handles who beauty" he said pointing at all the woman's in font of him sucking him. As they continued to do it it he felt that the climax was approaching, so he focused his mind,yet he closed his eyes and let the illusion take over. In his mind, it was Adrianna's lips on his dick, moving slowly, teasing him the way only she could. Every sound, every breath, was Adrianna's in his head. He was replaying the way she'd moved the other night. The way Adrianna danced—slow, deliberate, teasing. Her hips swayed in perfect rhythm, grinding against him, driving him mad with every subtle motion. He remembered the heat of her body pressed against his, how her breath had brushed his neck as she moved, each movement designed to push him just to the edge without giving in. The pressure mounted,the climax reached, and just as he reached the edge, his chest tightened.
"Adrianna!" He said with a loud groan as the cum flew on the heads of the 5 women opening their mouth like dirty sluts.

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Suddenly, everything went quiet. One of the women pulled back, her brow furrowing. "Adrianna?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion. "Who the hell is Adrianna?"
Another woman, laughed softly, though there was a bitter edge to it. "None of us are named that," she said, casting a glance at the others. The playful atmosphere shifted, becoming sharp, like a knife-edge. Jealousy seeped in.
"Is she your girlfriend or something?" another one asked, her voice dipping with suspicion. The women exchanged looks, their smiles fading as they get back to stand up. One of them scoffed, crossing her arms, "Sounds like some girl who isn't even here."
"She's not even that special hunter " one of them muttered under her breath, dismissive, as if trying to push the thought of Adrianna aside. "Why're you thinking about her when you've got us right here papi?"
Hunter's jaw clenched. He could feel the heat rising in his chest. It wasn't just jealousy now—it was disrespect. They didn't even know Adrianna, yet they were quick to tear her down, mock her, act like she was nothing but two second ago they were opening they mouth for his cum? What the fuck.The air in the room thickened, the mood soured. The possessiveness of the women, their questions, all grated on him.
"Enough." His voice was low but firm, cutting through the noise. The women froze, sensing the shift in his demeanor. His icy blue eyes flashed with warning as he pushed himself off the bed, standing tall above them.
The tension crackled in the room, thick as smoke. His muscles tensed, and he clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles whitened. They didn't know her. They didn't know anything about her. And yet, they had the nerve to speak like she was beneath them? His breath quickened, heart pounding in his chest. He snapped.
Suddenly, like a madman unleashed,"Who the hell do you think you are?" His voice roared through the room, startling the women as they backed up, fear flashing in their eyes. He towered over them now, his presence suffocating. "You think you can just talk about her like she's just a bitch?!"
One of them stammered, "Hunter, we didn't—"
"Shut up salope!" His voice was pure venom. The rage, the jealousy, the possessiveness-everything exploded at once. He was beyond angry, his icy blue eyes glinting with something dark and dangerous. "You don't know her. You'll never be her. And you think you can stand there and disrespect her?Bitch you were the one begging for my cock and you got the nerves to talk like she is the bitch?"
His fists slammed onto the table, rattling the glasses. He could feel his pulse hammering through his body. The women shrank back, clearly not expecting this side of him, the easygoing charm stripped away to reveal the fury underneath. The room vibrated with his intensity, his control hanging by a thread."Get out. Now." His voice was low, controlled, but the menace in it was undeniable. One of the women, braver-or more foolish-than the others, lingered behind. She took a step forward, her eyes still filled with desire, lips curling into a sultry smile. "Come on, Hunter... you don't really wanna do that mi papi" she purred, reaching out to touch him again, brushing her hand lightly over his arm. "We can forget about all this—"In an instant, Hunter moved. His hand flew to his boot, pulling out a sleek, deadly dragon-shaped knife, the blade glinting under the dim light. He pressed it against her throat, sharp and cold as ice, halting her movements. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, filled with venom and warning."Touch me again, and you'll regret it bitch" His gaze was deadly serious, the icy blue in his eyes flashing like a predator's. "I said get.the.fuck.Out."
The woman froze, fear taking over the lust in her eyes as she felt the cool steel against her skin. Hunter's face was impassive, calm in the most terrifying way. The knife's edge glistened menacingly, a clear signal that he wasn't one to be crossed. She swallowed hard, taking a shaky step back, realizing her mistake.
"Now," he growled, his grip tightening just slightly on the handle, making her pulse spike in fear. The others, seeing the knife, backed up in wide-eyed shock. With trembling hands, she finally retreated, turning and scrambling to leave the room along with the others, the door slamming shut behind them. Hunter stood there, the knife still gleaming in his hand, his heart thundering, but his face a mask of cold fury.He didn't look back. They were gone, and that's all that mattered. As the door to Hunter's penthouse swung open, Xander stood there, his arm around Seyra, who had been busy adjusting her lipstick after a particularly heated make-out session with him. Xander had that usual playful glint in his eyes, but the scene before him stopped him mid-step. Five women were practically running out of the corridor, their faces flushed with a mix of embarrassment and fear.Xander's eyebrows shot up, and he released a low whistle. "Well, well, what do we have here?" His voice dripped with sarcasm as he glanced at Seyra, who raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Looks like someone threw quite the party...but the after party was not that." He laughed
Hunter emerged from the doorway, his expression dark, clearly irritated by the mess left behind. Xander grinned, barely containing his laughter. "So, you finally scared off your fan club, huh?" he teased, his arm still loosely draped around Seyra's waist.Hunter, wiping the remnants of lipstick from his neck, gave Xander a deadpan look. "They weren't exactly invited to stay," he growled, clearly still fuming from the chaos that unfolded earlier. Xander raised both hands in surrender, still smirking. "You know, you could've shared. Five girls? That's a bit selfish even for you." Seyra glanced at him annoyed by the comment.Hunter rolled his eyes, not in the mood for Xander's jokes. "They crossed the line."
"Oh, I bet they did," Xander shot back, eyes twinkling with mischief. "But you didn't seem to mind, considering how they were all over you. What was it? Too much attention?"Hunter didn't bother answering, his mood darkening further, but Xander just chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation. He glanced down the hall where the women had fled. "So... what exactly did you do to make five of them run for their lives?"
To be continued....
That's evil of me I know right? But I promise that would be worth it! See you all in the next chapter.