Blindsight: Part Two Read Online Free

around my torso, feeling emotionally abused in a way that was all too familiar.
    “I'm not leaving.” Hunter’s voice followed me out when I turned to find him dripping and wet, bubbles trailing down the hard angles of his pelvis. His cock hung flaccid but heavy at his thigh as he glared. I sucked in a lip before his mouth quirked to one side, his eyes flashing in challenge.  
    “Go.” I pointed to the door, more determined than ever to get my life back. Figure all of this out in my brain, connect the dots, if there even were any to connect.
    “Not a chance. Not leaving you like this, Princess.” He crossed his arms and his smile grew as I gnawed on my lip, becoming more distracted by his alarming yet proud nakedness. “I don't want you to be alone, and I don't want to be alone. So that makes you stuck with me.” His smile widened further before he turned and strutted to the kitchen, buck naked. My jaw dropped as I watched his retreating form before rushing after him just as he pulled a beer from the fridge and uncapped it with the edge of the counter top.  
    “You can’t stay. What if Brant comes home?” I began grasping at straws, knowing how unlikely it was for Brant to show up any time soon.  
    “I don't give a fuck about your husband.”  
    “Hunter, you can't just force yourself on me like this. I don't want a bodyguard.” I ran a hand through my hair as my thoughts rattled. Stubborn blood ran through every vein in my body. I couldn't stand the idea of having my freewill taken away from me, even if it was only temporarily and by a man that was the walking representation of male perfection.
    “I thought you wouldn’t mind.” He winked and pinched my chin, placing a sloppy kiss straight on my lips before brushing past me and heading back to the bathroom. A moment later I heard him slosh into the tub.  
    “You can’t stay!” I called and wrapped my towel around me more tightly, unsure of whether I should kick him out or head back into that tub and feel the long hard length of him pressed into the back of my throat. My arousal won when I padded back into the bathroom after him.  
    He sipped his beer as he soaked in the fluffy white bubbles. What a contrast he was, the golden beautiful soldier soaking in my frilly tub with bubbles and a beer. He was all man, take him or leave him, and I found myself wanting to take, and often. “Get used to me, Princess.”
    “What about when I have shit to do? Appointments? I don't need a bodyguard. I'm not good at being under someone's thumb.” I shot him a glare.  
    Hunter's lips twitched in amusement before he fixed his frown and narrowed his eyes on me. “Fine. You get a couple hours a day, but my number is the emergency contact on your phone. Public places only, and keep your eyes open for suspicious people. Can you do that for me?” he huffed, but his eyes twinkled with amused exasperation.  
    “Thank you.” I plopped myself on the toilet seat, fidgeting with a string hanging from the towel before I glanced to find Hunter’s eyes watching me with quiet peace. “Do you think JW would kill me?” I asked.
    Hunter's eyes held mine for long, agonizing beats. His lean throat swallowed as a hand exited the soapy water and dripped a path across the tile to lock with mine. “I don't know, I can't predict anything he does before he does it.” He ran a hand through his closely cropped hair. “But I won't give him a chance. You are my priority.” Hunter leaned out of the tub and caught my chin between his fingers to place a sloppy kiss on my lips.  
    “I can't believe this is happening.” I shook my head and ran fingers through my hair. I chanced a glance to find pain radiating from his eyes.  
    My heart swelled and felt like it may drown in tears as my mind cast to memories of nights Brant stayed away from home with needle-thin alibis about working late and landing big accounts. I knew now that I'd stayed because it'd been the easier thing to do,