BREAK ME (Teased and Broken Book 3) (13 page)

I thought about how we made such a fantastic team out in the field against cult leader and his fanatics. Him with his ravens, me with my bodacious bad ass enchantress powers.
 

I thought about him seemingly drug fucked from a warlock designer drug in that bath tub. How scary that had been to see him like that.
 

I thought about how much I didn’t want to lose this man.
 

I sighed in resignation. I knew what I had to do.

Time to blow this prick.
 

Learn some truths.
 

I gently, carefully, disentangled myself and wriggled out from beneath him.

He made an “oomph” sound as I rolled him onto his back.

I wondered if I could tie him up with my powers.
 

I could enchant animals; could I enchant inanimate objects to do my bidding? I scanned the room quickly, noticing the gold silk ties around the heavy dark drapes. My hand rose to my mouth when they unwound themselves from the drapes, looping around the bed posts. The ties snaked his wrists, binding him securely to the bed.
 

Terrified and oddly aroused I watched as the cord from the bathrobes draped over the bottom of the bed unfurled from the gowns, and snagged around his ankles.
 

The width of the bed in our expansive suite was bloody enormous.

But so was Thornton Darko.

I wanted his legs stretched as wide as possible to give me unimpeded access to the goods.
 

“The fuck?” he uttered angrily, trying to spring up.
 

I heard his hip bones crack from the strain of being pulled so wide open for me.
 

Poor man.

 
“
What
?” he growled, dark green eyes flashing. “What the hell do you think you’re doing …
witch
?”

I shivered. He hadn’t called me
that
for a while. Guessing he didn’t like being woken in this manner.
 

His eyes widened as I flung myself at him, landing between his straining, protesting rippling thighs as he thrashed furiously beneath me.
 

“Explain,” he roared in my face. “Is this how your book ends, Elena?” His gaze hissed toward my lap top. VANQUISH ME was open.
 

Curious prick.
 

 
“No,” I could have laughed in his flushed face. I didn’t.
 
“You seriously think I want to vanquish you Thorn? I
love
you!”

“I don’t understand?’ he frowned. “Are you feeling kinky is that it?”

I smiled. “I am a kinky bitch as you know, but no. This is about getting some fucking answers Mr. Darko.”
 

The color drained from his beautiful face.

I licked my lips and looked down at his semi aroused cock. It was starting to stir and become harder.
 

“I tried asking you. You refused to tell me. I am going to blow you so hard Thorn, you are going to tell me
everything
I want to know. All the things you don’t want me to know, I shall soon know. Including.” I yanked angrily at the raven necklace, “what is
really
going on with this!”

“I already told you,” he barely whispered. His dark green eyes squeezing shut. “I didn’t have a piece of my soul to give so I bound myself to you, because I love you.
 
That necklace is highly meaningful to me. About what
you
mean to
me
. ”

“It feels like a slave choker, Thorn,” I hissed. “As long as I am wearing this, I can’t escape you.”

“No,” his dark green eyes popped open, beautiful face crumpled in pain. “Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that. You are not my slave.”

“Tell me what the warlock gifted you when he did his mojo on this thing?” I tugged impatiently at the little raven on the chain.
 

Thorns lips pressed together in a stubborn line. He glared at me defiantly.
 

“Tell me why you keep coming back?”

“I already did, you want me Elena.”
“Why do I want you?”

He was chewing on his flirty lower lip. It had started to bleed.
 

“You should know why you want me,” he almost wailed, pulling against his binds. “Please,” he said on a plea. “Elena?”

I shrugged. “Bored now,” I dove between his legs and clamping my lips down around his cock tightly, drawing a low menacing growl from his thick white throat.

The taste of sugar, salt and power, intoxicated my mouth.
 

Yum.
 

His cock swelled quickly for my attention, slid and hit the back of my throat, threatening my gag reflex.
 

I eased back between his painfully stretched wide legs, and then swirled the flat of my tongue around the very tip, squeezing the base lightly.
 

He twisted frantically beneath me. “No,” he growled louder. “Please don’t do this.”

I pointed my tongue and flicked the twitching head.

His ass shuddered.
 

I kissed his cock softly, alternating with a lick, back to the suck and pull of my lips.

“Please,” he breathed raggedly. “Stop!”

I bobbed my head up and down his length licking the underside as I went. His ass lifted off the bed and a guttural moan rumbled out of him.
 

I bobbed faster. He roared.

I saw his large ball sac tighten below the large twitching dance of his cock above as it bounced against his belly.
 
His hips were moving in a beautiful undulating motion. A sensual roll and flick upwards.
 

I decided maybe this was the best way of giving head.

No hands in your hair.

No one trying to control the tempo and rhythm.
 

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I breathed, giving his sensitive tip another lick.
 

I asked my questions.
 

The man looked
incoherent.
He was a writhing, twisting, seething frantic mess of need and arousal beneath my mouth.
 

I started with something fairly innocuous.
 

“Why do your eyes sometimes turn to flame? They have been doing that more and more lately.”

“It is something to do with what they put inside of me. Like I said, a sliver of hell.”
I remembered
 
our strange, hallucinogenic fuelled, intensely erotic encounter in the enchanted wood that flanked
 
his castle. The wood in which the town folk and his family were buried. “You turned into a demon when we hallucinated that time you wanted me to meet your folks? Do you believe you’re the devil?”

“
A
devil,” he corrected. “I believe there is something really, fucking wrong with me Elena. Like I said, I’m broken.
 
Every day I fight for an unbecoming. I don’t want to become what’s foretold.”

“Holy shit can you please make some kind of sense?”

“The truth doesn’t always make sense,” he said quietly.
 

“All right? But why do your eyes turn to green flame
when
they do? Is there a reason? Does something set it off?”

“When my base primal instincts are triggered. When I’m feeling particularly intense emotion, they glow. I’m finding it harder to shake it off as you saw last night.”

I attacked the underside of his cock with a slow, teasing caress of a kiss and drew a whimper from him. “Hmmmmm,” I murmured thoughtfully.
 

He grunted and tried to twist away from my mouth.

 
“You keep saying ‘when you are finally mine’, what does that even mean?”

“It means what I am going to do after this love,” he smirked.
 

“Which is?” I felt my brows raise.
 

“I am going to fucking burn a brand into your ass. It will bear the word MINE and my initials will be beneath it. In Warlock lore, that is a very powerful sign of ownership.”

I was horrified and appalled. “What is this the 1800’s? Fuck off Thorn. You are not mutilating my ass.”

“It will be prettier for me owning it,” he smiled faintly. “You’ll see.”

I shook my head. “No. No we won’t see.”

Holy hell, I shivered at the thought of Brett’s reaction to seeing
that
burned into my ass. The man would lose his fucking mind.
 

“You are all or nothing for me. You said so yourself. I levitated us while giving you an exceptional fuck. I mean to take you as my wife.”

I laughed at him.
 
“You’re crazy.”

“Still branding your ass. I need to. I’m sick of all this fucking around. You need to be truly mine. Teasing and thrilling are fun, but you are everything to me Elena. You take the hell away. You make me want to be something … better. I will keep fucking all night long for that revelation of what, but hey?” He shrugged. “Not a bad way to find out.”
 

The laughter died in my throat. He was serious.

I gripped his cock and jerked him off violently into my mouth.

“Fuck!” He yelled, he twisted his hips. I nipped the slit of the head for his efforts.
 
“Fuccccccccccckkkkkkkkkk!”

I let go of his pulsing cock, unsealing my lips from the damned thing.
 

“Let’s talk about the necklace,” I suggested.

“No, no, I don’t want to talk about the fucking necklace!” Thorn roared.
 
He clamped his sinful mouth shut. He was giving me nothing. All right, last trick.
 

I stared at his swollen balls. “We should make these … puffier. I like them,” I shoved my fingers in his big mouth, wetting them. It was a quick motion,
 
I didn’t trust he wouldn’t chomp them off!
 
“Big, swollen and pink, so pretty.”
 
I ran my wet fingers lightly over his quivering nut sac.
 

He grunted, arching his back, eyes rolling back in his head. “Leave my fucking balls alone witch!”
 

“What was that?” I frowned, feigning confusion.
 

“You want me to
kiss
them?”

“No!
Fuck!
”

“
Suck
them then?” I smirked.

“Please,” he whimpered.

“
Lick
them hard?”
 

“FUCKING WITCH!”

He sounded truly murderous.
 

“How about this Thorn, I am going to do all three, right now.”

“Elena,” he growled. “Please don’t do this. Don’t make me talk about the necklace. It
 
will change
everything
.”

Well if
that
wasn’t an invitation to kiss, suck and lick some hell beast balls I don’t know what was.
 

I attacked the left ball first. It seethed in my mouth and my heart broke because he had most delicious tasting balls. I could linger,
 
tease and fuck with them all day.

Priorities.

Truth.

I effected a kiss, suck and lick assault on his left nut. It promptly swelled for the attentions of my mouth and tongue. He began madly flicking his hips, thrashing around on the bed, frantic,
desperate
. I loved it. Damn. I wish I didn’t have to be so brutal.

After a soft tongue lashing against that flushed sugary, salty skin, I relinquished the swollen treasure, and rocked back. I admired my handiwork with a smile.
 

One puffy round left testicle achieved.
 

I noted he kept flicking his hips.
 

Damn, he was so yummy. I kept forgetting the point of this wasn’t to ravish the dirty wizard.
 

A groan leaked from his lips as I gently run my fingertips along the sensitive engorged thing. “I’ve disfigured you Thorn. Your right ball is looking mighty shrunken and put out. We need to grow that fucker yes?”

He shook his head, eyes squeezing shut. The man looked utterly defeated.
 

“Question time,” I announced. “What did the warlock gift? What has you so freaked out about the raven necklace? You called it a curse and killed the man. You said it was a god damned mess. What is it?”
“He used my arrogance against me,” Thorn groaned. His undulating pelvis stilled. “My intention was to ensure I would always be by your side. That I could protect you.” His face burned in shame. “The necklace is a promise that I will claim you and you would let me.”

“Let you?” I fumed.

“Yes,” his gaze slid away from mine. “I warned you before Elena. I am one of the devil’s children. I am not a very nice person. I fucking bite. I have a rather unhealthy compulsion to the game of bedding and owning women like
you.
I am addicted to breaking them. I can’t control myself.”

Suddenly Brett’s words surged back to haunt me in Mexico City when he had confronted Thorn.
“I know what you do to women like her! You stupid, sick, twisted fuck.”

I was so pissed off with myself now for not asking him what he meant. Getting intimate with my artist soldier man and fucking away the memory of Thornton Darko had been more important then. Particularly after I thought I had lost …
 

The love of your fucking life bitch!
 
my mind unkindly ranted.

Shit.
 
I was an idiot.

Angry tears threatened. I felt my lip wobble.
 

“Awwwwww,” Thorn drawled. “The wicked witch is hurt, is she?”

I felt my knee itching to collide with his huge ball sac. I restrained myself. He still hadn’t answered all of my questions, but check it, I got the main deal.

He had
intended
to manipulate me into letting him ‘claim me’ so he could break me.
That
had been his original intention behind the raven necklace.
 

“What,” I hissed angrily. “Did the Warlock grant you
instead
of what you intended fucker?”

“Hey, hey now,” Thorn’s expression softened. “I did originally intend that, but -