Breaking Me In- The Complete Series

by Penelope L'Amoreaux

  “Madame, I see my little fawn over there.” Salvatore’s rich, commanding voice ran through me. Little fawn? He must be right, because I felt shaky and new and terribly, terribly vulnerable.

  “Of course, Mr. Salvatore. Your wish was mine to fulfill. She is ready for you, but with one caveat.”

  Salvatore’s face immediately stilled, his eyes narrowing. This was a man who got what he wanted—no compromises. “What do you mean, caveat?”

  Walker nodded at William, still and solid beside of me. “He will be in the room with her. You may also find pleasure with him as you will, but he is to make sure she is up to par for us. We always monitor the first time with the new ones. I have a reputation to uphold, you understand.”

  Salvatore did not look like he understood. I could see him wrestling with a situation he no longer felt in control of.

  “I thought you had a week to prepare her. Didn’t you?”

  Walker did a small, humble bow. “Of course. A week isn’t long though, is it? My workers are of the highest caliber. I’m afraid that this is the only way I will allow her to present herself with such short notice.”

  My lip was trembling by this point. Despite everything I had gone through to get to this point, I still hoped that Salvatore wouldn’t agree. That he would walk out. The mission might be a failure, but it wouldn’t be my fault and I wouldn’t have to let him touch my body.

  “Fine, he can stay. But I won’t pay for him. Just her.”

  “Of course.”

  They shook hands and then Walker took Salvatore’s coat. It amazed me to see how secure he was in his power and entourage. The last time they had been here they had been overly cautious, scoping us all out. It had been tense as their own psychics tried to find chinks in our armor, discover if it was a set up.

  It was, of course, a set up. I was just on the better side.

  “Would you care for a refreshment?”

  “No. I want her now.”

  “Very well, follow me.”

  * * * * *

  Once the door closed behind Walker my heart began to pound erratically. It was hard to breathe. It was one of the sexier rooms, all dark walls and silk sheets. There were cabinets, which I now understood held toys and instruments to inflict a little pain.

  Remembering how I had felt when Mark had hit me with the riding crop helped. It had hurt, but had also made me feel hot and wanting. As I thought of its bite into my skin, I squeezed my thighs together. I was beginning to feel hot and wet. A good sign—I could think of Mark and William and Salvatore would think my body’s arousal was for him.

  “Now, little fawn… what am I going to do with you?” Salvatore paced around me. I looked at the floor but I could feel him, his essence radiating, as his gaze raked over my body.

  “They’ve dolled you up for me.” His hand reached out and caught a loose curl, rubbing it between his fingers. “But I want you fresh. New.”

  There was a sink in the room. Salvatore went to it and grabbed a cloth. Wetting it, he stepped back to me. With care he began to wipe away all of my makeup that Layla had put on. I didn’t like it. The makeup let me wear a mask, and Salvatore seemed to know it. As he stripped it off, he was stripping away my defenses.

  When he finished cleaning my face, he casually threw the washcloth into a corner. His hands moved toward my hair, his thick, meaty fingers combing through. He plucked the pins holding it up out, tossing them one by one onto the floor. I hated to admit it, but as he began to comb his fingers through my curls, it felt nice. The up-do had been pulled tight in some places and a moan escaped me as his hands helped soothe my scalp.

  “Good girl,” he murmured, and my skin burned as I realized I wasn’t hating this. Still, something was wrong. Salvatore didn’t just make me nervous. He was controlling this situation, making me the prey while he remained an extremely dangerous predator. Feeling at ease around him, even the slightest bit, was the worst thing I could do.

  The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Something was happening here that wasn’t supposed to be, but I didn’t know what it was. Was Salvatore an extractor? If he was, I needed to let some thoughts out, to create some holes, or he would know what I was and that this was a sham.

  As soon as I let my guard down, I realized it wasn’t Salvatore that I was feeling pushing at my walls.

  What the fuck are you doing, Alice?! Let me in!

  Oh, shit. William. He was so quiet in the corner I had forgotten him in my fear. I had forgotten the whole reason why I was in this room. Salvatore had done that to me in just minutes.

  Quickly I threw my walls down and released the hold on my body. William caught me as my body began to sag. Salvatore noticed, and I felt William tense up inside of me.

  “Oh, little one. You are so scared, trembling. I know this is your first time. You’ve heard stories about me, I assume.”

  William made me nod, small and timid. Quickly he had me trembling. He was working Salvatore over, creating the image of a frightened virgin.

  “Those stories are true. I can be very cruel to those I possess. I could make you scream in pain. Create beautiful red marks and bruises on that pale skin of yours. I enjoy those things, you know.”

  William didn’t need to help me, my fear was real enough. A tear escaped and dropped down my cheek. Salvatore caught it on his finger and then stuck the finger in his mouth, tasting my terror.

  “Don’t worry, little fawn. That is not what I have in mind for tonight. My plans seem to have been made for me.” Salvatore glared at William. Unlike me, he had not forgotten another man’s presence in the room.

  I fell to my knees in front of him.

  “Be sure to look subservient, Alice, and a little afraid. He’ll like that.”

  Walker’s voice echoed in my mind. Well, Walker would be pleased to know I didn’t need to try too hard; I was terrified.

  “Oh, little one. How marvelous you look. I hope they got you ready for me, eh? But not too ready—breaking tiny things like you is one of my favorite hobbies.”

  I sensed rather than saw Salvatore’s approach.

  Ok, I inhaled. It begins.

  Chapter Nine

  “Please undress for us.”

  William paused, my body hesitating. “Us?” My voice was meek. It wasn’t an act.

  “Yes. Since my friend has to be in here, we might as well give him a show, yes?”

  I had to fight to stifle my giggle. It made me feel empowered, for a moment, knowing something Salvatore didn’t. William had seen more of me in the past week than anyone had seen in my lifetime. Our practice was paying off, though—I was able to stay calm.

  William had full control of my body. He knew what he was doing. I retreated into my mind, amazed at the display he gave Salvatore. I watched my body as it slowly undressed itself. While my fingers were trembling, maintaining the impression of virginity and fear, William added the tiniest sway at my hips, or a quick brush over one of my breasts. Each time my wrist “accidentally” grazed my nipple, my body heated.

  Completely nude, William and I waited. Salvatore’s greedy eyes drank in my body.

  “You are quite beautiful. What should I call you?”

  “Whatever you would like, sir.” My attempt at sounding demure sounded hollow to my ears, but the answer seemed to please Salvatore.

  “Just girl, then. Get on the bed, girl. I want to taste you.”

  It was easy, now, not fighting William as he guided my body onto the bed. Lying back, my legs crossed, the slightest hint of nervous disobedience. It was perfect. Salvatore’s dark eyes flashed in amusement.

  He quickly crossed the room and yanked my legs open.

  “There is no place for modesty between us. If I say I want to taste you, I’m going to stick my face in your cunt. Do you understand?” He growled at me so fiercely my heart began to pound and my instincts fought to beat William out of me, to regain some sense of control.

  Alice, no! This is perfect!

  I don’t thin
k I can do this, William.

  Shhh, it is ok. Just close your eyes and pretend you’re somewhere else. I won’t let him hurt you.

  My eyelids shut tight just as I felt Salvatore’s hot breath on my pussy. William said he wouldn’t let Salvatore hurt me, but I was beginning to realize it was too late for that. It wasn’t the man touching me now who had hurt me. Mark was right. I wasn’t cut out for this.

  Mark had tried to warn me, to let me know how being used like this would change me. In my pride, I hadn’t listened. Now I felt the slow drag of Salvatore’s tongue through my delicate folds and shuddered.

  It took every ounce of willpower I had, but I pictured it was Mark between my legs. He was the one licking me in careful sweeps. My breathing grew more rapid and I moaned as the tongue at my center flicked over my clit.

  In my fantasy, Mark was licking me while William caressed Mark’s buttocks. Seeing them together had seared the image in my mind. Now I wanted them both, something I knew would be impossible.

  “Such a good girl.”

  The tonguing between my legs grew more frantic. I remembered the look on Mark’s face when he came, his face tortured and sweet in his release. Imagining his thick ropes of cum spraying on me, both of us crying out—

  I came hard, my eyes jerking open. I heard William make a small gasp, but if Salvatore heard anything he ignored it.

  He crawled out from between my legs, his face wet and slick with my juices.

  He left me there, naked and panting, while he stood and undressed. As he pulled down his pants and underwear I finally saw his erection. Short and thick, its angry purple head thrust into the air. Salvatore caught me looking.

  “Do you like what you see?” He fisted his cock and began to stroke. William made me nod.

  “I bet you want this cock. You want it in you. To stretch out that tight pussy of yours.”

  I didn’t want any of those things, but William manipulated my body, making me look wanton and needy.

  “Well, you aren’t getting any of it. Not today. Today I’m in the mood for something different. You,” he yelled, looking at William. “You’re going to fuck her for me.”

  The air in the room grew still and I saw William’s eyes go wide with panic. Immediately he was out of my mind, startling me so much I had to seize control of my body quickly.

  “Sir, that isn’t what we agreed on.”

  Salvatore laughed, cruelty leaking in. He hadn’t liked losing control of the situation when Walker made William a part of the package. Now Salvatore was getting that control back.

  “Actually, boy, it is. She said she had thrown you in for free. I can do what I want with you. What I want is to watch you fuck her good and hard.”

  William’s eyes met mine, concern flashing on his features. I gave him the smallest nod.

  Before this mission, my fantasies had been centered around this. I had wanted William to sleep with me. It had been a schoolgirl crush, I realized. Now that he knew me, knew my mind and body, I was scared to actually have him inside of me, not just in my head.

  William took his clothes off quickly. His sleek, muscular body was just as appealing now as it had ever been, but I could see the tiny tremors running down his abs, his cock hanging limp between his legs.

  I realized that if he couldn’t do this to me, we were going to get caught. Crooking my finger, I gestured him over to me.

  He slid his lithe body up along mine slowly. My skin burned hot in the places he grazed me, my desire becoming real. My mouth opened, wanton, ready to kiss William. He hovered above me, creating a hum of anticipation in my stomach.

  My eyes darted over his face; the fine lines caused by his concern, the regret in his eyes, the determined set of his mouth. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. In my fantasies, he looked at me the way that Mark did, like I was a glass of water and he a man who had been dying of thirst.

  Slowly, so as not to alarm Salvatore, I rubbed my palm up William’s back, feeling the ropey muscles and straining tendons. My hand grazed his cheek and then, in a movement I could only hope he would see, I pointed at my head, my eyes trying to deliver my message.

  I dropped my walls.

  I knew he was inside of me when his body draped heavily onto mine.

  Alice, I can’t be in you and control my body.

  I know. I just wanted you to know this is ok. Don’t be afraid.

  His face scrunched in confusion. This just isn’t how it was supposed to turn out.

  You can pretend... you can pretend I’m Mark if you need to.

  His body jerked on top of mine, his arms coming up and pinning me to the mattress.

  I don’t need to pretend with you, Alice.

  He pulled out of my mind then and I felt myself empty of him again. Briefly I grieved as I realized that might be the last time William ever possessed my mind and body. After this, there’d be no reason for him to.

  Then there was no more time to be sad, because William’s mouth was on mine. The kiss was crushing, bruising, and I loved every second of it. Groaning into him, I opened my lips and felt his tongue sweep in, possessing me. How alike he and Mark were in this, in their need to kiss me like they owned me.

  I felt his hand on my breast, kneading, hard. A jolt of pleasure ran through me when he pinched my nipple.

  William kissed and nibbled his way down my jaw, my throat, a trail of rough kisses until he was at my breasts. He alternated sucking and biting one while his hand fondled and squeezed the other. He suckled at my breasts until I was gasping and begging for more, my core on fire.

  “Fuck her now, please.”

  My eyes moved to Salvatore. He was sitting in a chair facing the bed, cock in hand, furiously pumping away. When he caught me watching he smiled and a shudder ran down my spine.

  William pushed his body off mine. His fingers dug into my hips as he flipped me over and lifted my ass into the air. In one swift movement he sheathed himself into me. I cried out at the sudden invasion. William wasn’t quite as thick as Mark was, but he was long.

  Anchoring himself on my hip bones, William began to piston in and out of me. Our gasps and the slap of our skin filled the room. I could smell William on me, in me. After having him in my mind so often it was startling to have him inside of my body, but it felt so right as he pounded into me.

  “Good, yes. Give it to her. Fuck her pussy harder. I want you to tear her virgin hole up.”

  Oh, shit. I had forgotten I needed to be acting like a virgin. I added small grunts of pain in with my cries of pleasure, my fists gripping the sheets as I tried to keep up with William’s frantic pace. I looked over my shoulder. William’s face was tight, his lips pulled back to expose his teeth in a snarl. The tendons of his neck were taut and the way his muscles moved, corded and strong, added fuel to my desire.

  “Make her cum,” Salvatore panted heavily. I could hear the hitches in his breath. He was close.

  He didn’t need to tell William. I was so close already, my body responding to William’s every move. He reached around and began to rub my clit, sending firecrackers of pleasure through me. I felt William’s cock throb in me and his cry as he came, setting off my own orgasm.

  My climax was hard and fast. I buried my face in the sheets near my hand. Quickly I bit my thumb hard enough to draw blood. Tears poured out at the combination of pain and pleasure, but I moved my thumb down and grabbed William’s cock as he withdrew, smearing my blood on him.

  Collapsing on the bed, I rolled over to look at Salvatore. His eyes were closed, his cum covering his fist. His hairy chest rose and fell with every breath. William got off the bed and moved to grab his clothes.

  “Wait.” His voice was so commanding. Salvatore motioned for William to come close. William walked over, his still-hard dick bouncing with every step. Salvatore reached out and swiped some of my blood off onto his finger. If William was surprised at seeing it there, he didn’t show it.

  Salvatore sucked the finger into his mouth, moaning.

/>   “I love virgin blood.” He pointed at me. “You surprise me. I expected to be tricked. This whole time, this whole set up, something never felt right. But I just tasted the proof of your virginity, the blood of that sweet cunt of yours. I’m going to leave a big tip for you. You were—“ he inhaled as if smelling a fine wine, “—perfection.”

  Salvatore stood and sauntered over to me, glowing. His meaty hand wiped the cum off his belly and he reached down, smearing it on my bare ass. I bit my tongue to keep from heaving, the taste of bile building in my mouth. He rubbed it in, kneading my fleshy cheek, until he was satisfied I was covered in his semen. I could smell it, bitter and pungent, but I smiled at him anyway. We were so close, I just had to do this a little longer. It could have been worse.

  Pulling up his pants, Salvatore cleaned himself up and left. William and I were alone, the mission complete.

  I exhaled and the shock of our success hit me. He bought it. The whole thing, he bought it! When I looked at William’s face, though, it wasn’t the face of success.

  His eyes appeared hollow, his skin ashen, and I knew immediately that something had gone horribly wrong.

  Chapter Ten

  My stomach roiled and my skin was immediately clammy and cold. William’s gathered information wasn’t just bad, it made me sick.

  “I don’t believe it.” Walker paced back and forth, furious at William’s report. We were in her office. I was sitting, and thank goodness, because I wasn’t sure I could stand as the information sank in.

  “He’s a mole. Not for his government. For ours. He’s been working for us, moving up the corrupt government. Salvatore’s goal is to help bust up a child sex trafficking ring.” William had wilted as he said it.

  “What do you mean? Surely there was something? Has he double-crossed us, or sold guns, or embezzled?”

  “No. He’s one of ours. One of the good guys, so to speak. Like any person he had flaws and secrets, but none that are a threat to national security. In fact, if his own mission succeeds, he will go down in history.”