BREAK ME (Teased and Broken Book 3)

by Ashley Black

  “I told you I can help you with that.”

  “And I told you I don’t want you to interfere in that way. To violate me with your witchcraft woman,” he seethed, chest pumping hard.

  “Brett,” a smile curved my lips as I pushed him to the floor. He cried out, thrashing around in the puddle of milk that rippled around his hotness and near whipped itself to cream. “El, gross, please!”

  I pinned him between my thighs. “Who said anything about witchcraft?”

  He blinked, breathing hard. The man was puffing from the exertion of his anger. It was ridiculous to see him so affected. Brett had always been so calm and level-headed. I was determined to help him.

  “I am going to paint you first and then you can do likewise with me,” I licked at the corner of his lip and felt it quirk into a smile. “I am certain you will find it highly instructive.”

  I lifted to my knees. I spied the corner of a milk chocolate package I had hidden. Brett was a hopeless chocoholic. We were only allowed dark chocolate in the house because of his addiction. This naughty chocolate, I kept well hidden, well until Brett trashing our kitchen of course had led to its plain appearance.

  He was either going to fucking love me for this, or hate me.

  I held up the chocolate.

  His eyes narrowed. “Nice. So much for respecting my rule about that shit in the house El.”

  “Rules are so much more fun when they’re being broken,” I giggled and broke some onto his chest. “Let’s melt this fucker hey, and make us some sugar paint.”

  He twitched and quivered deliciously beneath me. His hips snapping up, eyes widening as the chocolate hissed to a fragrant puddle in the centre of his chest.

  I poked my finger into the glistening pool of candy, stuck it in my mouth and sucked, closing my eyes. I slowly grinded my now buzzing mound against the bulge in his sweats.

  “God, the only way this can taste any better is if I licked it off your balls.”

  “You are fucking evil,” he whispered, but I heard the adoration in his voice.

  I pressed my hand against his chocolate slicked chest and pushed him firmly back down into his puddle of milk. “Close your eyes for me and I will see what I can do about helping you get your art out.” I murmured against his parted lips leaving just a trace of chocolate shining on them.

  I saw his healthy pink tongue flick out and taste it immediately.

  His lips curved in a big smile.

  I ran my tongue down the center of his chest to the sharp plane of his belly.

  His muscles rippled beneath my tongue.

  He tasted so impossibly good.

  I lingered sucking and caressing the muscles at the V of his hips.

  The sighs that fell over the mans lips when I did that, were exquisite.

  They fucked my mind.

  I ripped down his sweats, reached up for some chocolate. I pushed his muscular thighs apart, so his swollen treasure was even more exposed.

  I painted his balls with the warm sticky chocolate.

  His hips gave a wonderful undulating motion as my tongue rolled slowly along the inside of his right thigh.

  “What are you doing El?” he moaned. “If you don’t wrap that pretty mouth around my balls right now I am going to make a fucking mess here.”

  I mouthed his balls. Softly. I kept it feather light.. Just warmth and moisture delivered by my rather exacting mouth.

  “Wow,” he choked out. “Elena, you must, must keep doing … that.”

  “Be careful,” I gave his right teste and then left a teasing flick of my tongue. He jolted beneath me. “I might keep doing that, only that, forever.”

  “Sounds good,” he mumbled thickly. “Tease me.”

  Oh, hell yes, I could do that. Teasing men was my super power.

  “Game on.”

  “Consider me gamed,” he gasped.

  Smiling, I continued the warm sultry languid caress of just my mouth over the salty chocolate explosion that was my man’s balls.

  Only a minute into my painting ‘demonstration’ and Brett was thrashing around frantically, spraying me with milk and begging me to suckle him hard.

  “Oh for fucks sake” he writhed, and squirmed. “Please.”

  I ignored his pleas and continued my assault on his balls.

  I rolled my tongue and swirled it around them, careful not to sharpen or point it. I sucked gently and resumed my torment of soft licking.

  “Oh fuck this is worse!” he roared. His hand sped to his cock and gripped it. He gave it three hard pumps before I slapped his naughty hand away. “Hey, that’s cheating!”

  His flushed chest was pulsing urgently as I continued licking at his balls.

  “Please,” he moaned. “Just … take them once into your beautiful mouth, suck hard, that is all I ask El. Once!”

  I smiled and sucked the engorged puffy things urgently into my mouth.

  Brett’s yells were deafening.

  So beautiful.

  I loved the sound of him breaking.

  For me.

  “My turn,” he panted and pulled me onto his lap. “I’m feeling inspired. I think you’ve cured me woman. But not here. Kitchen floor seriously too gross.”

  I laughed and slapped his chest.

  I loved how his face gleamed with happiness.

  Eye lids heavy with desire.

  Dazed smile

  The way he was looking at me,

  like I was a revelation.

  I loved this man so much.

  He picked me up and laid me gently on my back on our dining room table.

  His hand trembled on the pack of milk chocolate as he crumbled it all over my body.

  Brown eyes flashing he poked his tongue out at me and wiggled it. “My tongue will be my paint brush.”

  “Sounds delicious.”

  “It could get rough,” he whispered. He pounced atop the table and straddled me. He stared down at me with obvious concern.

  “I trust you, gorgeous man,” I replied on a smile.

  Brett sighed and dipped his mouth to my breasts.

  His licked tentatively at first. But was soon grunting, sucking urgently, desperately, writhing on top of me like a feral animal. He couldn’t get the chocolate sucked off my skin and into his hot mouth fast enough.

  His tongue licked me hard.

  It was a scorching lash and flick of crazy.

  I had never felt anything quite like this before.

  Holy shit.

  I squealed in delight as I felt my ass tighten. My hips undulated toward the heat of his body pinning mine.

  I felt my own excitement dribbling from my wet overcome pussy.

  This hot man on top of me.

  “Brett how is the painting going?” I teased.

  “I can’t fucking stop,” he groaned desperately. His mouth took my nipple hard in his mouth. “Painting,” he mumbled.

  “You ok baby?” I murmured soothingly, running my nails over the bunched up knot of the muscles straining in his back.

  He shuddered violently beneath my touch. His mouth travelled to my belly and he sucked the skin so hard it felt like it might bruise.

  That was painful, but pleasurable all at once.

  God, I didn’t think I was going to survive that tongue, his searing hot mouth between my legs.

  “I’m scared I’ll hurt you,” he mumbled, sounding ashamed. “I just. Well. Your sexy banging body, and this chocolate Els. It’s too much. My brain is fucking short circuiting. I can’t think straight.”

  Horrified, I felt his tears wet my navel.

  He was crying as he licked.

  Seriously? This wasn’t like Brett, I worried.

  “Hey now,” I attempted to reassure. “You won’t hurt me babe.”

  Brett gripped my ass and smashed my pussy against his wild and hungry mouth.

  He sucked, and licked frantically, like a man possessed.

  His lips were set to devour.

  I heard him grunt,
as he reluctantly unsealed his lips from my quivering, heat flushed ones.

  I heard a crack of chocolate above me.

  I strained to look up at him.

  “Brett?”

  He held up a finger. His cheeks were bulging with candy as he palmed my ass again, lifting it. He dipped his mouth pushing a melting piece of chocolate up inside my pussy.

  “Sweet Jesus!” I uttered, eyes widening at the chocolate interference.

  “What are you up to? You crazy kinky man!”

  “Fuck painting I want to combine my two favorite things to eat,” he slurred.

  Holy fuck, the man sounded like he was drunk on sugar.

  His throat bobbed as he swallowed down the rest of the candy. He then set to licking the melting chocolate out of my pulsing slit.

  “Well,” I barely managed, breathless. My heart beating in time with the quickening pulse of my pussy. “I feel this lesson has been a success Mr. Argosy.”

  He lifted his head between my thighs. His chocolate slicked lips lengthening in a dazed as fuck smile.

  “I found another pack El.” He waved it gleefully before my nose. “Fair to say when I binge on this shit I binge hard.” He gripped a piece of chocolate between his teeth and dove between my legs again that opened wider for him. I felt my knees knock against the table.

  “It tastes so much better licking it out of that wet pussy of yours.”

  Nineteen

  Two days later I was writing near our Jacuzzi, perched on our devastatingly beautiful cliff face. I fully intended to leap in there with Brett who was lounging and warming it for me, after I had written a bit more of VANQUISH ME.

  Fuck this book so very hard.

  And the man who had inspired it.

  I realized I couldn’t write the end of the damned thing.

  I was stalled.

  I already knew the final heart and reality exploding scene.

  I just …couldn’t … create it.

  Not yet.

  It was cutting me up.

  I was looking for every kind of distraction.

  Brett, was proving to be the best kind.

  My gaze kept straying to him so diligently heating the Jacuzzi I was excited to share with him one last time before we took off to Hawaii.

  The heater was still fucked.

  I felt a twinge remembering my tease of Thornton Darko on Facebook. The fateful night my boredom reached out for a deadly thrill.

  What he had said to me.

  I love myself a writer! It is a date then? Yes? You, and your spirits, and your broken Jacuzzi that you are expecting me to singlehandedly heat.

  I frowned over the memory of Thorn.

  Even though I hated him for what he had done to me.

  What he had done to Brett and I.

  I still cared, and worried about him.

  He was completing some Cellrager commitments. I had heard he was getting worse with each show.

  Drunk out of his mind.

  Brett’s phone buzzed on the table.

  I snatched it up, scowled, recognizing the number.

  Thorn.

  Shit.

  I intended to drop it and back away slowly.

  But of course, I read the message.

  Elena is mine.

  I fired a message back.

  Is that all you have to say?

  Elena is mine, he repeated.

  He sent a picture.

  I opened it and freaked.

  A promotional poster.

  Thorn in all his masked glory.

  Dark green eyes hissing like flame from beneath the eye holes of the mask.

  Intense as fuck.

  Cellrager was coming to Ashby for one night only.

  Thorn had often joked bitterly about it to me.

  He was here, in my home town.

  “Babe,” I called nervously to Brett. He was standing watching me through the steam that drift and writhed off the Jacuzzi.

  “Yeah?” his brown eyes narrowed in concern.

  “Cellrager is here, in Ashby.”

  “Fucking hopeless!” Brett fumed throwing the cordless phone across the room.

  I watched it explode against the wall and raised an eyebrow.

  Shit.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “What isn’t fucking wrong Elena? That fucker is here in Ashby. Don’t think he won’t pull something, because he will. I know it. I just tried to change our flights so we fly out to Hawaii tonight.”

  “And?”

  Brett flushed and gestured sheepishly at the wall, before running a hand through his hair.

  “I know why he’s done this,” he spat bitterly. “Why he’s decided to pay our little seaside shanty town a visit.”

  “Why?” I asked, closing the distance between us. I wound my arms around his narrow muscular waist. “Brett?”

  “Because I was angry with the message I keep getting on repeat from the stupid fuck. You’ve seen it, Elena is mine. So I told him. I am making Elena my wife soon. She isn’t and will never will be yours. You circus freak fuck up.”

  I sighed and dropped my arms from my raging man. “You probably shouldn’t have said that.”

  “Pretty provocative huh? Do you think I too far with the circus freak fuck up comment?”

  I couldn’t help a weak laugh. “So we’re getting married huh?”

  Brett nodded. “Eloped.”

  “Do you even want that?” I whispered. “Knowing that as long as Thornton Darko lives I still want that man?”

  He was silent a moment as he stared at my mouth, then his gaze claimed mine. “What is important is you are with me El. Me, not him. Know what I am scared most about?”

  “What?”

  “That you will kill him because he will do something so bad you will not want him and I will lose you anyway because you will not be my El,” Brett’s brown eyes were wet with tears.

  “Hey, hey, hey,” I said softly.

  “That is why it fucking kills me that I can’t kill him babe. That no one can kill that fucker for you unless you …

  “Don’t want him,” I finished.

  He nodded and pulled me against him in a fierce embrace.

  Dark, booming, laughter spilled out around us.

  “The fuck!” Brett protested.

  Thorn was standing bold and crazy in the middle of the room in his Cellrager get up.

  His stare spat acid beneath the mask.

  Shit.

  “It’s hopeless love, you will always want me,” Thorn snarled.

  My eyes pricked with tears.

  I could smell the alcohol and broken on him.

  He wobbled on his huge boot clad feet as he pointed at us. “Seize them. They’re going to feature as part of my show tonight.” He tipped back his head and howled. “It’s going to be a fucking horror show.”

  “You want to die is that it?” I hissed angrily and stalked toward him.

  His eyes went wide behind the mask as he backed away from me.

  I slammed him into a wall.

  “Feisty,” he hiccupped.

  “Elena!” Brett roared as he was dragged, fighting and struggling valiantly, from the room by the seething army of minions. “Get the fuck away from him!”

  Shit, Thorn’s people looked positively hating on my man. I guess, seeing him empty a gun full of bullets into their messiah’s head hadn’t endeared him to them much.

  I swung my attention back to Thorn. “How are you?” I asked in a low voice.

  “IT cares!” he laughed harshly. “How very dare you!? When we both know how few shits you give. You fucking played me. I believed you were mine. All or nothing, truly with me, only to find your words meant nothing!” His eyes narrowed. “I let you take another ride on Thornton Darko. You rode my fuckstick so hard you near broke him. You need to show more respect for your ride woman. For the effect,” he thrust his raging hardness into his huge black gloved palm. “Your pussy thrall has on the equipment,” he sniggered.
r />   “How’s your dad?” I interrupted his rant.

  His laughter died.

  Thorn’s hand fell heavily on my shoulder and he pushed me back a step. “Don’t insult me by pretending to care witch.”

  I flinched.

  He tilted his head to the side, considering me. “Why that look?”

  I sighed, throwing up my hands in exasperation. “Because everytime you call me witch it all goes to the shit!”

  Thorn blinked at me and then giggled. I had never heard that sound out of the man before.

  I stared at him in shock.

  “Shit,” he slurred. “As I reflect upon this, I realize you’re right.”

  “Thorn?” I pressed.

  “I am not having this conversation right the fuck now – hey!” he objected loudly as I ripped his mask off.

  I screamed at the sight of his face.

  He looked so ashamed.

  He was bleeding black ink from the corners of his eyes and his nose. One side of his nose looked caved in like he had been snorting too much cocaine. His lips were blackened. His face was like cracked porcelain. Tiny, pulsing black fault lines seething beneath the skin. Thorn’s face was cracking up.

  “What has happened to you?”

  My heart, my reality was breaking for this man.

  He bowed his head.

  “As I was saying, it’s going to be a fucking horror show, love.”

  Twenty

  “Thorn?”

  “Put on this dress,” he invited in a sickly sweet voice. He held out a white form fitting luxurious slip of a gown. “It would please a prick.”

  I glared at him, folding my arms across my bikini clad chest. This was so not happening. I wanted an explanation. What the hell did he mean, horror show?

  “If you hurt Brett,” I threatened.

  “Put the fucking dress on Elena,” Thorn muttered, irritation twisting his voice.

  Obediently, compelled by his request, I tugged on the dress.

  “You should have stayed in the military base. You might have been safer there,” Thorn sighed. “Then again, I have always been able to get to you if I wanted.”

  His trembling gloved fingers reached and stroked gently over the little raven necklace.

  Of course.

  If I wanted him.

  He would come.

  Why did I want him now?