Hunter's Prey

Hunter’s Prey

Episode 101

Hunter’s irritation simmered just below the surface as he approached the kitchen. The sound of voices, Kendra’s melodious laughter and the deep rumble of his men’s responses grated on his nerves. Hunter stood at the entrance of the kitchen unnoticed, his gaze narrowed as he took in the scene before him.

His men, hardened criminals, killers without conscience, were clustered around Kendra as she baked, like besotted schoolboys. Their faces, usually impassive, now wore foolish grins as they vied for her attention. Kendra, his wife, the woman who should have been untouchable, stood at the center of it all, a warm smile on her face as she slid a tray of golden brown cookies onto the counter.

A growl threatened to rise in Hunter’s throat as Jonah reached out and snatched a still-warm cookie from the tray.

“Mrs. D., what else you got baking for us, besides those cookies?” He asked, his voice dripping with familiarity.

Kendra’s smile faltered for a moment before she replied,

“I told you all to call me Kendra. And it’s a surprise!”

Hunter’s irritation boiled over at her words. She didn’t want to be called Mrs. DeLuca. She didn’t want the title that came with being his wife. And yet, she had no problem baking for his men, laughing with them, treating them like old friends.

Hunter cleared his throat and stepped further into the kitchen. The atmosphere shifted. Kendra’s laughter died on her lips and she turned away, busying herself with wiping down the counter. His men, sensing his mood, parted to let him through, their faces falling back into their usual stoic masks.

“What’s going on here?” He growled, his voice dripping with malice.

“I don’t pay you to lounge around and gorge yourselves like pigs.”

Domo shifted uncomfortably, a half-eaten pastry still clutched in his hand.

“S-sorry, boss,” He stuttered.

“Mrs. D. invited us to enjoy some baked goods,” Domo said, stuffing cookies down his throat.

Hunter’s gaze snapped to Domo, his eyes turning glacial.

“I don’t fucking care!” He snarled, his voice rising.

“She’s not the boss around here. I am. And I won’t have you all slacking off and stuffing your faces on my time!”

“Get back to work!” Hunter bellowed, his voice echoing off the kitchen walls. The men scattered, practically running to escape his wrath.

Hunter seethed as he watched them flee. His blood boiled with anger and a growing sense of jealousy.

First, he’d seen Uncle Franco just a couple of mornings ago with Kendra, eating muffins and drinking coffee. Uncle Franco raved about how good her pastries were. Now, his own men were following suit, sneaking into the kitchen to be pampered by her.

Once the kitchen was empty, Hunter turned his attention to Kendra. She was ignoring him, as usual, her focus fixed on pouring flour into a large bowl. Hunter was sick of her ignoring him like he didn’t exist.

“You’re not to invite my men into this kitchen for anything again,” Hunter growled, his patience wearing thin.

Kendra didn’t even flinch. She kept her eyes down, her hands moving deftly as she cracked two eggs into the flour and added a pat of butter. She followed with a pinch of white sugar, some brown sugar and cinnamon. Her silence was a palpable challenge, and Hunter’s anger simmered just below the surface.

“Did you hear what I said?” He demanded, his voice rising.

Still, Kendra said nothing. She poured in some water, her hands moving with a steady calm as she began to mix the ingredients. The clink of the metal egg beater against the bowl grated on Hunter’s nerves, pushing him to the edge.

With a snarl, he crossed over to her, his hand shooting out to yank the beater from her grasp. The sudden movement sent the mixture spilling over the edge of the bowl, some of it settling on Kendra’s cheek and under her bottom lip. Her breath hitched in her throat, anger surging through her. This kitchen was her sanctuary, her one place of peace. She’d avoided him for most of the past week, ever since she’d returned. But now, he was invading her space, his face inches from hers as he demanded she leave his men alone.

And to make matters worse, he’d just ruined her batter. All that waste of ingredients, the time and effort she’d put into mixing it to perfection. It was all down the drain now, thanks to his temper.

Kendra met his angry, gray gaze, her own eyes blazing with fury. She wanted to slap that arrogant look right off his face. But instead, she did something even better.

Without thinking, she plunged her hands into the ruined batter. She scooped up a handful of the wet, floury mixture and smeared it right across his face. The shock that registered in his eyes was almost satisfying enough.

But only almost. Hunter recovered fast, his shock giving way to outrage.

“What the fuck?” He bellowed, his hands rising to wipe at the sticky batter.

But Kendra wasn’t done yet.

“Leave me alone!” She shouted, her voice echoing off the kitchen walls.

“I can have whoever I want in this kitchen. The only person I don’t want in here is you!”

“You are my fucking wife!” Hunter growled, his eyes blazing with possessiveness.

“And it’s time you were reminded of that.”

Before Kendra could react, he dipped his fingers into the bowl and smeared a glob of the sticky batter onto her lips. Then, he was pulling her into him, his arms wrapping around her as tightly as her swollen belly would allow. His mouth crashed down on hers, his lips crushing against hers in a fierce, possessive kiss.

At first, Kendra tried to resist. She pushed at his chest, her hands flattening against his shirt as she tried to wriggle free. But Hunter was relentless. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to tangle with hers. His hands fisted in her hair, holding her in place as he sucked her lower lip slowly into his mouth.

And despite her initial resistance, Kendra couldn’t help but melt into the kiss. Hunter’s lips were warm and firm, his tongue stroking against hers with a practiced ease. And the taste of her own sweet batter, mixed with the faint tang of his mouth, was surprisingly intoxicating. She felt her body relax into his, her hands curling into his shirt as she kissed him back with a growing fervor.

Kendra moaned, her body betraying her even as her mind tried to resist. Her underwear was soaked, her core throbbing with a sudden, intense arousal. As much as she’d tried to ignore Hunter since she’d returned, she couldn’t deny that he’d always been on her mind. He haunted her dreams, his face and body starring in sex-filled fantasies that left her waking up breathless and unsatisfied.

More than once, she’d jolted awake in the middle of the night, her body trembling on the brink of orgasm, her sheets drenched with sweat. The memories of those dreams lingered long after she’d awoken, her skin tingling with the phantom sensation of his touch, her mind replaying the vivid images of them together.

And now, with his lips crashing down on hers and his hands fisted in her hair, those dreams came flooding back.

Kendra felt her resistance crumble, her body melting into his as she kissed him back with a growing fervor. She couldn’t deny the attraction between them, not anymore. As Hunter deepened the kiss, and his tongue caressed hers with tender familiarity, Kendra knew she was in danger of losing herself to him all over again.

Hunter knew the kitchen wasn’t the most conventional place for this, but he couldn’t help himself. He was drawn to Kendra, craving the taste of her skin mixed with the sweetness of her batter. With a gentle, yet urgent lift, he hoisted her onto the counter, their lips never parting from

their passionate kiss. Hunter slowly peeled Kendra’s top over her head, throwing it across the kitchen, revealing her red lacy bra, which her breasts were practically spilling out of.

Hunter gently pushed Kendra’s bra down her shoulders, freeing her breasts. He reached behind her into the bowl, dipping his fingers into the sweet batter. With skillful fingers, he smeared the batter onto one of her nipples. Hunter trailed his lips from her mouth down her neck to her breast, capturing the batter-covered nipple in his mouth and sucking gently.

Kendra threw her head back, her fingers tangling into Hunter’s hair.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure.

Hunter’s mouth moved to Kendra’s other nipple, his tongue flicking against it gently. He was careful not to suck too hard, remembering that the books said pregnancy made breasts extra sensitive. But fuck, her moans made it hard for him not to devour her whole. He wanted to taste every inch of her skin.

Hunter’s hands trailed up Kendra’s skirt until they reached her panties. He was dying to get back inside her sweet, tight pussy again. It had been seven long months since he’d last felt her wrapped around his cock. He pulled on the material of her panties, tearing them off her body.

With a hoist, Hunter lifted Kendra’s legs over his shoulders. He dipped his fingers into the bowl of batter again, smearing it onto her pussy.

“Yes,” Kendra breathed, her body trembling with anticipation.

Hunter’s head dove between her legs, his tongue lapping up the batter and her juices. He sucked on her clit, his mouth moving in rhythm with her moans. Hunter couldn’t decide what was sweeter - the batter or Kendra herself. He loved tasting the combination of the two.