BREAK ME (Teased and Broken Book 3) (5 page)

“Please Thorn, stop!”
 
I begged him brokenly.
 

I tried to pull and twist away. He only held me tighter as I felt myself falling to pieces around his pounding cock.
 

I cried out as I felt him explode inside of me. Rope after rope of his cum burned as it lashed me within.
 

He gave a loud moan and slowly eased out of me. He flopped onto his back and buried his face in his hands.
 

I wiped myself clean of his demon seed and turned in the bed, facing away from him, knees drawn to my chest. I wept silently into my pillow. My shoulders shaking so hard I was scared he would sense their tremulous movement.

I didn’t want him to know how badly he had hurt me.
I
 
had hurt me.

“What is wrong?” he asked softly.
 

“I asked you to stop and you didn’t,” I whispered. Face hot with a flood of shame.
 

“Did you?” He sounded alarmed “I didn’t hear you, love.”

“You were grunting like a fucking animal,” I snarled bitterly. “I should hardly be surprised.”

He laughed at that.
 

I hated its cadence. The warmth, depth and dark richness to it.
 
I hated how his laugh filled my chaotic heart.

I hated this man so much.
My back stiffened as his sinful hot mouth sucked and nibbled playfully at my shoulder.

“Why did you try to help me back in that field? With the hearts?”

“You were scaring me,” I murmured. “I just wanted it to stop.”

He said nothing to this.

“Sometimes, I just want
you
to stop.”

His mouth abandoned its assault on my shoulder.
 

 
“As long as that doesn’t become an ‘always’ thing, I honestly think we can work through this, love,” he whispered in the darkness.
 

He sounded afraid.
 

He should be.

Five

I despaired over Brett as Thorn slept beside me.
 

If I was honest with myself, which I seldom was,

I mostly despaired over me.
 

I wept quietly at my behavior with Thorn’s mesmerizing fuck stick.
 

I was angry at what he had done.

What
I
had done.

I felt so trapped by this man. He was an all consuming menace of cock and sinister sensual mayhem.
 

I had to
not
want him.
 

I resolved to pretend that I did.
 

Because
that
made sense.

Yes, new fucked up strategy.
 
I would fake it. I was good at that. I did that forever before I made any progress as a writer. Every day I would tell myself, I am a best selling shit hot author attracting movie deals, and sexy as fuck fame from the writings of my crazy ass kinky mind. I conditioned myself to
see
it beyond the reality that veiled it. Waiting until the blah veneer dropped and the awesome fucking exploded.
 

I would make Thornton Darko believe I was truly ‘
with
’ him.

I sighed, turned on my side and watched him sleep.

He was so beautiful.

I found my hand rubbing over his belly,

So hard and uncompromising.
 

He was a sculpture pretending to be human.

He moaned, and arched his back.

I cried out when his dick sprang up and slapped against my hand.
 

Oh no.

Such a fucking idiot Elena!
 

I held my breath, waiting.

His cock twitched,
look,
what you’ve done to me, it seemed to accuse.
 

His massive arms snaked around my body and pulled me on top of him. With a grunt, he slowly rubbed me up and down his body.

In a heart exploding moment he relinquished his grip on me, and turned on his side with a sigh. His hand gripped my arm and pulled me across his shoulder, holding me secure against his back. Like a blanket for fucks sake.
 

I wriggled in mock outrage against him.

I was already hot, panting … wanting.

Fuck this man.

He slept on, but I saw that wide sexy mouth smiling.
 

I awoke with a faint soreness and a deep
ache
in my sex. I was contracting around a ghost prick. My pussy shuddered and spasmed violently.
 
I was drenched with pleasure and panting hard. I had been dreaming about Brett.
 

Brett, making love to me with his hot dick. His scorching touch melting me to a sultry puddle of helpless arousal. I licked at a salty tear that slid to the corner of my mouth.
 

Sweet Jesus. Images of the dark erotic mayhem of last night screamed loudly into my mind.
 

What had I done?
 

Why
had I allowed him to do any of
that
to
me?

Vomit tired to scramble up my throat.
 

Shit. Oh shit.
 

Something vibrated to the right of me.

My eyes snapped open. I found myself alone in the expansive bed.
 

Thornton’s phone.

A message from Brett.
 

I don’t believe Elena would do that to me. I am going to fucking waste you, circus freak. Your fucked up brains will look better all over the ground.
 

Ice prickled in my veins and crunched as it poured into my heart.
 

I thumbed the message Thorn had first sent to Brett..

It appeared to be the start of any communication between them.
 

It was a video.

My stomach clenched. An image of Thorn’s smug pleased smile setting his mobile on the night stand the night before, flooded my mind.

Hell no.

He didn’t.
No!
He did.

He had filmed us fucking and sent it to Brett.

The man was making it very hard to ‘pretend’ to be with him when I wanted to
end
him.

That
evil
fucker.

I called Brett.
 

He picked up at once.
 

“It’s Elena,” I said.

“El, baby. Oh God, I’ve been fucking beside myself and upside down.”

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly against the pain in his voice. My gorgeous Brett sounded like he had been crying.
 

“Listen now, I don’t have much time. I have a plan,” my voice came out a tremulous rush of
yearning
for my artist and soldier man.

When I had finished outlining my deception, I replaced Thorn’s phone carefully on the night stand. Brett’s angry warning rolled fitfully inside my head.

“You have exactly 24 hours and then I’m coming for you El. It’s killing me that you already spent one night with the fucking lunatic!”

“But,” I had protested. “That isn’t enough time Brett! He has been so tight lipped.
 
Please baby, just give me a little more time. Clarissa is arriving today to help me with my magic. She might be able to help me get somewhere with him. He lies to my face. He is shameless.”

“You need to figure out how to get him to open up that big mouth of his and tell you some truths,” had been Brett’s unhappy retort to my pleas and protests.
 

I frowned, I thought I heard Aaron’s outraged voice. It exploded right outside the door to the suite, before it burst open.

Thorn and his Addams family minions rushed in pushing an angry flushed Aaron and a bewildered elegant and classy as fuck looking Clarissa forth as a bizarre kind of offering to me.
 

Aaron was raging at Thorn. “
What?
What have you done to her for her to leave Brett for
you
? I will chop off your god damned prick if you have brainwashed her you twisted fuck!”
 

I pulled the black silk coverlet up at once, eyes popping wide at Thornton.

Holy hell.

He was bleeding profusely from the nose, dark eyebrows drawn together in an ugly scowl.

“What the actual fuck?” I uttered. I rose up onto my knees, pushing one hand through my loose honey brown hair. “What has happened to you, Thorn?”

This was important.

I needed to ignore Aaron and Clarissa. Well, just for now.

My technique was to focus on the dark sinister messiah himself.
 

He looked surprised at my concern. He covered his nose with his shaking hand. “Your feral body guard almost bit off my fucking nose,” he seethed.

His big chest was pumping urgently with the sickening pulse of that big heart.
 

I hated that I noticed.
 

“Aaron, come on buddy,
seriously
?”
 
I slid to the edge of the bed and swung my legs down.
 

Thorn stared at them.

“Yes
seriously
. He is a fucking monster!” Aaron raged, tears wetting his charcoal grey eyes. “Elena you’re scaring me. Honey, please, snap out of the cock thrall. He is a
freak!
He is everything you fucking hate.
Everything
.”
 

I threw back my head and laughed.
 
Cock thrall.
That
was fucking hilarious.
 

Aaron was trying to launch himself at Thorn again.
 

Thorn roared and his minions fell between them.

“I am here by choice,” I informed my best friend coldly. “I
want
him.”

What?” Aaron stammered. “No! Please No! I was afraid of this. Shall I slap your face on some domestic abuse posters Elena? What’s happened to you? The woman who empowered her female readers with her books. The woman who was sick of reading books without the sexy hot thirty plus women in there with actual hopes, dreams and aspirations. You could barely relate to the women you read about that fell over at a mere quiver of cock, remember? You are going to be a statistic of emotional fucking abuse are you? Manipulation? If you are prepared to be that poster lady, then I speak to the devil’s harlot right now.”

I almost burst into tears, but managed to swallow them back to the bottom of my tiny soul. I loved this man so much. Aaron was proving, why he was my best fucking friend.
 

“I need to do something. Thorn, give me a phone,” I hissed. “I don’t think my
friend
here understands the situation. I need to help make him see what I
want
and choose freely as an empowered fucking hot as fuck thirty something year old.”

Thorn offered his phone to me, dark green eyes wide with
awe
. I had never seen that look in him about
me
before. Or was it at himself? At his powers over me?
 
Was I just seeing his own reflection of his relevance?

Fuck him.

I called Brett as I had warned him I would.

This man had better put on a damned good performance.

My heart was breaking to do this, but I had to fool Thorn.

Or yourself?
My mind snarled.

Fuck off mind! I ranted.

I put Brett on loud speaker.

“I don’t want
you
. Please let me go. I want what all the stupid rules say I can’t have. I will always want that. So I will want
him
Brett. Our future is Thorn. At every turn. So I am staying with him. He can protect me. There are some folk hell bent on killing me. He is powerful. You are not. I love him so much. I want him more than I ever wanted you. Thornton Darko is in my soul. He is everything.”

“Elena no!” Brett roared. The pain in his voice was explicit. Raw. He was doing a fucking marvelous job. I gave him two thumbs up in my mind.

“Please. He will kill you woman. I know this. He wants this. You are the ultimate prize Elena. He has killed every other powerful female creature. I have all the records babe. He has never killed an Enchantress. You are the next prize for that demon prick.”
 

I stared at Thorn a moment, my thoughts stolen. Recovering my senses, I laughed harshly. “Fuck you Brett! You
lie
to me. I don’t like being
lied
to. Just … please … I loved you once. Not now. You were my past. My future, my here right fucking now, is with him.”

“No! I can’t accept that! El. Please! I love you. Why are you doing this to
us?”

I ended the call.

Aaron and Clarissa were staring at me like I was some kind of monster.

Which I was. I loved Thornton Darko didn’t I?
 

Thorn however, was deeply affected by the call. His eyes were wide, brows slightly arched, lips parted.
 
His hand had fallen from his nose.
 
Blood was spilling freely from the wound dribbling over his lips, splattering onto his chest.

“Elena?” his voice came out in a thick urgent rasp. “You
mean
this? You are all or nothing? Truly mine?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

Aaron leaned over, gripping his knees and threw up on the floor.

Holy shit!
 

I felt awful I had made my best buddy suffer so badly for my deception.
 

Thorn prowled closer breathing hard. His eyes were shining with tears. “I knew you would understand me.”

The man looked like he would take me, uncaring of who was in the room. If I didn’t stop this, his hot cock would be inside of me in a nanosecond.
 

I lifted my manufactured sultry gaze to Clarissa. “Can you help me Clarissa?” I asked.

Thorn halted and shook himself. Gasping for breath, he wiped his mouth free of the blood and readjusted the engorged bulge in his jeans.
 

The motion made my legs part involuntarily. I gritted my teeth behind smiling lips and forced myself to stay strong against the sinister cock assault.
 

“Yes,” Thorn looking irritated, motioned for his people to leave the room. “Leave me, I must instruct the baby witch in her education of my Elena.”