Breaker

by Alexis Abbott

  Watching her is one thing. My eyes have devoured her silhouette for years, watching her move, laugh, frown, and I know her maybe better than I even know myself. I’ve even been so close that I can see the whites of her eyes.

  Having those eyes turned on me is another thing entirely.

  The electricity in the air isn’t just from the gaze we share from a distance. Thunder claps overhead, and I glance up at the gray skies. A springtime storm is threatening to burst through the churning mass of clouds overhead, and I lower my eyes back to Kate and smile at her. It’s so similar yet so different from the first time we saw each other through the rain six years ago.

  I park my bike and wink up at her when I see her in the window again before she darts out of sight. Just as the first couple of drops of rain patter against my forehead, I stride inside the apartment building and ride the elevator up to her floor. I know exactly which apartment she lives in, of course. This isn’t the first time I’ve been outside her apartment.

  It’s just the first time I’ve let myself be seen.

  When I reach her apartment door, I have to admit, my heart is pounding hard. This moment has played through my head many a time. It’s funny, it really isn’t something I should have ever had reason to do. If all had gone according to plan, I’d never have to visit Kate as long as either of us lived. But regardless, I’ve done it a hundred times in my mind.

  I’ve even thought about how easy it would be to have a key made or pick the lock and come in by force if I needed to. But Kate is smarter than that, I’d like to think. It wouldn’t come to that unless she wanted it to.

  My fist bangs on the door, and moments later, it opens it. Kate stands there in her pajamas, blushing even more furiously than when I saw her from the window. There’s fear on her face, but so many other emotions stewing just under the surface, like she can’t decide what she wants to show me. Poor little thing doesn’t know how easily I can read her.

  In storm of feelings battling for dominance behind those green eyes, I can see surprise… but not that much surprise. She wasn’t expecting to see me tonight, but she has the look of someone gazing at an old friend. Maybe even an old lover. Has she been thinking about me?

  “You’re here,” she breathes, her voice shaking.

  “I warned you,” I say, stepping forward and putting a hand on the doorframe. Her eyes widen, and she steps back. There’s nobody else in the apartment hallway, and I’d rather not have witnesses to our little rendezvous, so I follow her in. She steadily moves away from me, and I shut the door behind me while my glare locks onto her.

  “What do you want?” she says in a trembling voice, swallowing hard.

  “Figured you would have grabbed a knife by now,” I say, chuckling darkly. “You smell like sex. Am I interrupting something?”

  “W-what? No! How did you-”

  “That’s none of your business, little girl,” I growl as I close the distance between us with slow, measured steps, never breaking eye contact. “I warned you not to talk. Not to breathe my name to anyone. Who was it, hm?”

  She lets me stalk up to her, which surprises me so much that I keep an eye out for an actual hidden knife, something she might be hiding from me. But her feet seem rooted in place, and even though her face is red and her chest is rising and falling with quick, terrified breaths, she isn’t retreating from me.

  I’ve made plenty of “house calls” in my time, but I’ve never had someone react quite like this.

  “You’re as pretty as you were back then, you know that?” I say as I loom over her. I reach down and take her chin in my thumb and forefinger, and touching her skin again is like a bolt of lightning through my body.

  She senses it too. There’s an energy in her that I recognize now, like a magnetic pull to me that I find very interesting. I narrow my eyes at her and turn her head, but those green eyes are locked onto mine.

  “You’re quiet,” I remark. “Nothing to say? Gonna try to explain yourself? Is this reunion not going the way you hoped it would?”

  “From you?” she breathes, an unmistakable edge of defiance in her tone that sends shivers down my spine. “No, it’s going about like I expected.”

  A grin spreads across my face. This is too much to be real. The girl who’s haunted my every dream for the past six years is right here in my grasp, and I’m finding that the tension I’ve felt building up in my body all this time doesn’t just remember me. I recognize the feeling in the air, the energy barely held together just under the surface of her soft skin.

  “Thought about it, have you?” I say, reaching down and taking one of her small, fragile hands in me larger and rougher one. I bring her fingers up to my lips, and I smell her pussy on them. Her mouth falls open as I simply breathe in instead of kissing them, then wrap my hand around them and give them a gentle squeeze. “Then tell me what I do next in this little fantasy of yours?”

  She glares at me defiantly for what feels like an eternity, and her jaw tightens. She looks poised to find her backbone and try to kick me out of the house. I’d love to see her try that, and I honestly don’t know if she really has it in her. She seems to be trembling one moment, rebellious the next, and hungry for me all throughout.

  “Seems like I should have come in for a visit a long time ago, Kate,” I say. “Maybe if I’d given you a little attention sooner, you wouldn’t be acting out like this.”

  “What are you really here for, Breaker?” she asks in a voice just barely above a whisper.

  “You,” I answer.

  My hand grasps her auburn hair, pulls it back, and presents her lips for me to lean down and kiss. Her body tenses up as our lips meet, but immediately, she starts to melt into my grasp. Her lips are warm, soft, and more delicious than I remember. I start to walk her back, further down the hall, and I stop only when we bump against a wall. I pin her to it and ravish her with kisses, breaking away from her lips to attack her neck and squeeze her hips.

  She gasps, and I think she’s about to push me away for a moment, but she doesn’t. I can feel her heart racing, and I feel the heat radiating off her face, but it all spurs me on faster.

  Finally, I feel her hands on my sides, and her fingers curl inward. My heart roars in victory as she lets herself indulge in my body. Her fingertips feel the hardened muscles under my kutte and my white t-shirt that I’ve worked so hard to hone over the years. I’ve earned my strength in more than my share of fights, and I’ve made my body this way through hard work and putting my life on the line.

  “Like what you feel, little girl?” I whisper in a rough husk in her ear as I press my body against hers.

  “Fuck,” is all she manages to breathe, but even as she says it, her hands roam over my body, exploring me and memorizing the hardness of my torso. Her fingertips go past my belt and around to my tight ass, and I tear myself from her neck to look down at her with a wicked smile.

  “Language,” I tease, pushing my hips into her. I know she can feel my thick cock between her legs, and when I see the look on her face, it makes it throb even harder against her.

  She’s defiant, that much is obvious, but the blush in her cheeks and the way she bites her lip paint a very different story. I can’t forget that I’m here for business, but both of us know this can’t be all it’s about. The only question is whether she’ll admit that too.

  “How long have you been watching me?” she asks, almost afraid to know the answer.

  “I never stopped,” I growl, squeezing her hips possessively, and letting one of my hands move around to her ass to squeeze it. “I’ve watched every little step you’ve been taking, sweetheart. Had to make sure you were being a good girl. And you have, until now. And I think you need to be reminded that I’m always watching.”

  “You’ve been stalking me,” she breathes, and I tighten my grip on her ass.

  “I think a reminder is exactly what you need tonight,” I growl, and I feel the goosebumps on her arms. “Is that what you’ve been craving? I think it
’s been on your mind before I even got here. I’ve been honorable, Kate, I really have. And I’ve been more damn patient than you’ll ever realize, because you’re a hell of a prize to keep my hands off,” I snarl, running my hands up and down her sides. “But you’re giving me no choice.”

  She swallows.

  “What are you going to do to me?” she asks, and her tone is so vulnerable yet so morbidly curious and ashamed of itself that I can’t help but feel my blood run hot.

  “I have to keep you under lock and key now,” I say. “You’ve been one big walking liability for years, and I wanted to let you walk free, but those days are over. And now, I have to make you mine.”

  “Then prove it.”

  Kate seems to have a knack for finding the three magic words that I’m least expecting her to say, and she delivered those without missing a beat. She looks surprised that they came from her, but again… not too surprised. And a direct challenge like that is something I simply can’t ignore.

  I lift her up and over my shoulder, ignoring her yelp of terror as I hold her legs together and carry her down the hallway. It doesn’t take me long to find her bedroom, and I slide her off my shoulder, tending to her gentle squirming by sitting down on the bed with her and wrapping her in an embrace until my lips can find hers.

  I sense anger in her kiss, but I only feel that through the white-hot energy between us. She grips my kutte and uses it to pull herself closer to me. My hands touch every part of her they can find, and through the soft, sheer fabric, the sensation of her body makes my cock plead for release.

  “I like you, sweetheart, but I can’t have you defying me like this,” I growl. “How am I supposed to trust you if you go doing things like this? You’re not giving me a choice.”

  “I can be good,” she breathes, shuddering to hear herself say those words.

  “Show me,” I command her.

  Her eyes flit down to the bulge in my jeans, then back up to my eyes, and I know what’s on her mind. My lip curls, and I let out a rumbling chuckle from deep in my chest.

  “On your knees,” I order.

  She nods feverishly, sliding down onto her knees at the foot of the bed, and I take hold of her hair as she reaches forward and undoes my belt. I watch her carefully, making sure she isn’t going to do anything stupid like hit me with it or try to run while I’m exposed. She’s either a very good actress or really does want everything she’s toying with, and if she does, she wants it bad.

  Her hands work my pants open in a matter of seconds, but she almost hesitates before letting my cock spring out, as if she doesn’t know if she was ready for this moment. But she pushes ahead, and her mouth falls open at the sight of my exposed girth.

  My cock is thick and fully erect when she lays eyes on it, every inch of it bulging and desperate for release. My heavy balls are ready to give all they have to her, and when she licks her lips, my cock pulses with desire.

  She looks up at me with a hazy, almost dreamlike gaze, as if she’s trying to decide if this is real or not. I stroke her hair affectionately as she brings her lips to my cock and kisses it experimentally. As soon as she has confirmed that it’s as solid as anything else, her hesitation evaporates.

  She opens her mouth and takes my crown into it, and the moan she releases sends a ripple of warmth up my entire body. I grip the sheets with one hand and stroke her hair with the other as I feel her tongue pushing against me.

  “More,” I order her, tightening my grip on her hair. Obediently, she takes more of my cock into her mouth with a soft whimper. Her tongue moves up and down my shaft ravenously, and the energy behind it isn’t fear.

  Kate must have wanted this as long as I have… maybe longer.

  “You didn’t think I’d go easy on you, did you?” my voice rumbles in the darkness of the bedroom. “When I say I’m taking your freedom, girl, I mean it. I gave it back to you, and you misbehaved.”

  She murmurs into my cock, but it doesn’t stop her or even slow her down. She moves her lips up and down my shaft with a growing hunger every second.

  “Feel my balls,” I tell her. “Feel how heavy they are. And don’t you slow down, sweetheart.”

  She brings a hand to my heavy sack and feels its weight, and I hear her give a moan of deeply ashamed pleasure as I give her hair a gentle tug to remind her that I’m holding the reins, nearly literally.

  “That’s for you,” I growl, feeling goosebumps again. “All for you, if you work for it hard enough. I’m going to show you the consequences of your actions, Kate.”

  I’m in complete control of her, but I find myself surprised by her skill. She hasn’t seen anyone in the time that we’ve been apart, not like this, but she’s handling herself as if we never left. Her tongue gets to know my cock easily, and as soon as it does, it’s like they were made for each other. I want to keep her bound to me like this all night, but I’m not letting her get me off before I teach her a lesson.

  Just as I release a little precum for her to taste, I tighten my grip on her hair and start to pull her back. She fights it at first, and she tries to put her hands on my hips, but I pull more firmly.

  “Stand up,” I command her.

  It’s time to show Kate what happens to defiant little girls like her.

  Kate

  “I said stand up,” Breaker growls.

  I peer up at him with wide eyes, licking my lips. I can taste his potent flavor on my tongue still and it turns me on beyond belief. I don’t want to give up yet. I can’t get enough of his cock in my mouth, the way his thickness stretches out my cheeks and brushes ticklishly against the back of my throat. My mouth waters for it. I don’t want to stop. But judging from the glowering look on Breaker’s face, I had better do as I’m told unless I want to suffer the consequences.

  Although, truth be told, I’m kind of turned on by the prospect of ‘consequences’ too.

  Slowly, obediently, I rise up to my feet. I stand in front of Breaker, utterly at his beck and call, totally beholden to his desires. I have never felt so sexy, so desirable. I just want to be everything he needs me to be. I will gladly bend over backward to give him the pleasure he deserves. I wait expectantly for his next demand.

  “Do you know why I made you stop?” he asks sharply.

  I feel a rosy blush creep across my cheeks and I shake my head.

  “No. I don’t understand,” I answer softly.

  “It’s because I’m not finished with you yet,” Breaker hisses.

  He reaches up to take my chin delicately in his hand, holding me in place. A shiver of lust runs down my spine at his touch. He gazes into my eyes, making my heart race like crazy. I’m totally locked into his every word, his every move. I’m intoxicated. My head clouded with need.

  “What are you going to do with me?” I murmur.

  He smirks and traces his thumb lightly over my full bottom lip. I can’t resist the urge to softly kiss it, which makes the fire in his eyes blaze even brighter.

  “I am going to take you exactly the way I want to, Kate,” he snarls. “I’m going to claim you and make you all mine. Do you understand?”

  The answer is yes and no. But I know better than to question him now.

  I nod my head. “Yes, Breaker. I understand,” I reply in a timid voice.

  “Good,” he says, leaning back. “Now take off your clothes for me, little girl.”

  The flush spreads from my cheeks down my neck and chest as I hesitantly do what he asks of me. One might think that with my job as a masseuse, I’d be more comfortable with nudity. But the truth is, I’m only accustomed to being the clothed one. I can’t recall ever being naked in front of another living soul since reaching adulthood. I certainly have not shown my body to a man like Breaker. But he’s right: I am his. I always have been, ever since we first met six years ago. There’s no use resisting. This is everything I’ve been too afraid to admit I want.

  I gradually peel off each article of clothing individually, careful to avert my gaze at f
irst for modesty’s sake. That is, until Breaker commands, “Look at me, Kate.”

  My lashes flutter as I raise my glance to meet his eyes. The way he’s staring at me is like an apex predator hungrily surveying his timid prey. And that’s pretty damn close to reality, when I think about it. I am totally at Breaker’s mercy, and I can’t imagine anywhere else I would rather be right now. Once I’ve neatly folded all my clothes and draped them in a pink velvet armchair in the corner of my bedroom, Breaker snaps his fingers to call me over again. I stand before him, goosebumps popping up on my bare skin in the cool air. He reaches out and lays his hands on my hips, pulling me closer. With a possessive snarl, he leans in and kisses my taut stomach, making me sharply inhale. His hands slide around to grope my ass, clearly enjoying how plush and soft my bum is. I have never put much thought into how I look, not in the past six years anyway. In fact, the fear of being hunted down by the motorcycle club urged me to try and make myself as unobtrusive as possible. To blend in and hide in the crowd. But Breaker doesn’t see me that way. He makes me feel truly exceptional and desirable. I am worth fighting for. Worth killing for.

  Nothing is as liberating and exhilarating as that knowledge.

  This is a man who has killed for me once and would do so again in a heartbeat. And if he wants me—all of me, whatever I have to offer—then he is more than welcome to take what belongs to him.

  “I’m going to fill your sweet little pussy up,” he whispers roughly. “I’m going to pound you senseless. I’m going to fuck you bare and let you feel every inch of my cock. Is that what you want, Kate? You want me to fuck your tight little hole?”

  I feel nearly dizzy with want. Nobody has ever said words like this to me. It’s more addicting than any drug. It’s more thrilling than any freefall. It’s everything I want and everything I never knew I needed. I can hardly contain my desire. I can so clearly recall the moment I dropped his name to Caitlyn in the breakroom at work. The way those two syllables fell from my lips and hung in the air. I knew I was flirting with danger when I dared to breathe his name, though I had no idea how much. I still don’t understand how he found out about it. Has he been watching me somehow? Has Breaker been stalking me, keeping an eye on my movements and choices from a safe distance? Has he been here all along, those dark eyes riveted to my body as I walk from my car to the massage parlor? Has he followed me home across town to my apartment? Has he watched me take the stairs up to my place, seen me undressing through the window in the evening? Has he been so close he could smell me, and yet I didn’t even know?