BREAK ME (Teased and Broken Book 3) (22 page)

“Fucking
witch!”
Thorn roared. His eyes bulged with rage. He coughed and spluttered, blood spilling over his lips.
 

“Yeah, you won’t be fucking any more witches, you vile prick,” Clarissa sniggered. “You almost broke an enchantress! What a huge prize for a huge
dick
. But how about that? She didn’t want
you
, in the end.” Her lip curled in a vicious sneer.

Horrified, I watched her bend down beside him. Her hand snatched up the raven necklace.
 

She dangled it over his face.
 

“I enjoyed seeing your demented little slave choker turned against you. It was nice to see your power humbled for a change,
Warlock
.”

Thorn gurgled on blood in response.
 

Clarissa let the raven necklace drop on his frantic, pumping chest.
 

She rose calmly to her feet, and patted my shoulder. “You’ll thank me later.”
 

I stabbed her eyes out with my stare.

Her lips twisted in a pout. She pulled something from the pocket of her coat and threw it on the blood splattered grass in front of me. “Here’s your phone. You left it in my car. I’ve got to get going.”
 
She turned on her heel and walked away from me.

“He needed to be put down, El,” Brett insisted softly, as if
that
made it all better.

“Elena,” Thorn’s trembling blood soaked hand flashed to the side of my face.
 

“I am so sorry.”
 
I wept.

My heart was hollow.

I felt it knocking inside my chest.

I had killed this man.

I loved this man.
 

And I had killed him.

I had thought the worst of him. I believed he would be crazy enough to kill Brett.

To blow up a military base.

I lacked faith in the religion that was Thornton Darko.

So he had paid the ultimate price - his life.

“I am sorry too, love,” he whispered. His hand started to slide from my face, so I held it there.
 

 
Desperate to hold onto his touch.
 

Desperate to hold onto
him.

“I shouldn’t have left your side.” Despair knotted his voice.
 

My eyes squeezed shut against my tears.

“You need to come away from the body.”
 

Brett’s voice behind me.

I ignored him.

“You still want me?” Thorn asked, he burned with hope. I felt it blast and flare through my fingertips pressed to his clammy skin.
 

“Yes! Yes! Always. I love you Thorn,” I said thickly. My tears were falling fast, splashing onto his face. I was such a messy crier.
 

A slow sultry smile stretched his wide mouth.

“Then I’ll be seeing you, love.”

His eyes fell shut.

He remained still and silent.
 

I laid my head against his huge chest.

I held him.

Frozen.

Was this for real?
I refused to believe that this huge, complicated as fuck, dynamic, powerful man was dead.

How could he be dead?
I wanted this man.

I would always want Thornton Darko.

Something flashed on the grass.

I looked down at my phone.

Strange.

A new message from Thorn’s number.

DELAYED.
 

I can’t do this alone, love.
 
I’m too broken. I need your help. I need the healing touch of your ass. I think a 3 hour massage of your ass against my body is NECESSARY. You may have noticed I’m fucking terrible at asking for help. Can you save me with your pussy thrall? It would please a prick. With all my BIG love, your husband ‘to be,’
 

Thorn xo

Afterwards

Snake Father smiled at the grave of Thornton Darko.

He insisted on being buried beside his sister of course.
 

Any minute now.

His son would become undead and make his return.
 

The anticipation of seeing Thorn become his dark destiny was almost too much to bear.
 

Snake Father scratched the black cross tattoo on his cheek. His skin crawled and prickled with a ceaseless itch of unease.

He sighed impatiently as he cast an approving look over Thorn’s army of followers who had sacrificed their lives to bring him back;
 
Thornton Darko, the leader of dark reality. He licked his lips, thirsty as he watched the blood flow from their devoted wrists. Blood to feed the earth thrumming with the dark, twisted, energy of the man coming awake beneath.
 

Snake Father crouched,
 
arms outstretched in a waiting embrace.

The dirt shivered.
 

“Yes, Thornton,” he encouraged. “You can do this son.”

The dirt exploded.

Thorn’s eyes were a hiss of green flame, as he pulled himself gasping from the grave. He sucked in shallow breaths. His feverish gaze raked over the broken bodies of his followers strewn before him.
 

Snake Father frowned at the sight of the raven necklace clutched in his son’s shaking fist.
 

 
A symbol of his defeat to that fucking whore witch, Elena Wallis.
 

Why in hell did he have that for?

“What?,” Thornton Darko squeezed the jewellery so hard he popped the rubies from the eye sockets of the raven,
 

“what has
she
done to me?”
 

Thornton Darko came back haunted
,

craving the hate of the woman who broke him.
 

Thornton Darko’s story isn’t over yet!
 

It continues in a brand new series

Let’s get your panties twisted …

Came back Haunted
, book 1,
Crave your Hate
… coming soon.

Thornton Darko is not who he used to be.

He came back;
 

more powerful.

more bad ass.

more sex crazed
 

than ever before.

He came back haunted.
 

“I still want to lick you everywhere, and break you with my tongue.”

His gaze slides down my dress.
 

I am so afraid of this man.
   

He is going to leave me soaked and loathing.
 

My dress, now around my ankles appears to rustle in agreement.
 

 
“What do you want?”
 
I struggle to keep my voice even, for the riot between my legs. My pulse trips on dark lust.
 

He is doing this to me, I realize. I feel it. Thorn’s energy suffocating mine.
 
I am choking on desire.
 

Don’t look at his mouth!
 

Damn. Too late.
 
His sinful lips part ever so slightly and my panties are duly SLAYED.
 

Look at him, I fume inwardly. Sitting there majestic as fuck upon his throne watching me watching him. The muscles in his powerful thighs tighten, flex as his legs spread wide. His hand flashes urgently to grip the obscene bulge seething in his pants.
 

 
“What do I want? So many things love! Revenge. Your hate, ah to taste it on your pretty mouth!”
 

His bitter laugh cuts me open as he beckons with a black gloved finger.
 

My tongue slides over my lips.
 

“Drop to your knees and crawl backwards.”
 

“What?”
 
My voice wavers. I can barely breathe.
 

 
“Yes,” he smirks. “It would please a prick. I have a weakness for your exquisite ass Elena.
 
It should enter the room first in its dealings with me. Always.”
 
The hissing flame in his startling green eyes becomes an inferno.

“It’s dealings with you?” I whisper, horrified and aroused.
 

I turn away from him as all of me, heart, tiny soul, and sanity drops to my knees.
 

“Yes,” he grunts. “That ass is getting dealt with. It has an appointment with my lap. I want you to rub that ass all over me until we both can't take any more.”

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I hate him.
 

Ben Drake. Stupid, pretty boy, rock star brat.
 

There is no beginning, middle or end to my hatred.

I hate his thick ridiculously long, blacker than midnight, eye lashes.

His cheeky smile and that stupid black star tattoo that winks at me.

The way his intense blue eyed stare parts my legs and rips down my panties.

Mostly, I hate what he has done to me.

And all that he will still do.

Which is why I will enjoy gifting him with a kiss
 

even his hopelessly sexy ghost will remember.

My death kiss.

Time to teach that pretty mouth a lesson.
 

V and Gwen’s story might be finished in the
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He is devastated over losing the woman he loves to another rock star.
 

She chose THAT asshole.
 

She didn’t want Ben in the end.
 

If Ben’s broken heart will allow her in, the strange alluring and alarming Death Priestess might just save them all.
 

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