Broken (New York Heirs #2)

by Drea Blackery

  “More,” I whispered. “Faster.”

  “Easy,” Theo murmured, taking his time to savor the moment like it was a treat for him. My inner passage began to clench from the prolonged torture, desperate for something to hold on to. I needed Theo. I needed him filling me to the brim, and I needed my pussy squeezing every inch of him.

  “Please.” My arms were bound, but my hips weren’t. I rocked them against Theo, rubbing my core right on the length of him. “Now, please.”

  Theo swore at the contact. The veins in his arms stood out with effort, every muscle in his body straining.

  “You win,” he rasped. “You win.”

  I nearly wept in relief as he gripped my hips and held me still for him. His eyes went heavy-lidded as he positioned himself right at the entrance of my core.

  For a breathless moment our eyes met, and I saw how much this meant to him. More than any blowjob or dirty talking or bondage, this was Theo’s greatest fantasy—me.

  Theo entered me in a slow, steady glide, burying himself inside me all the way to the hilt. I gasped in pleasure at the fullness of him, my hands twisting against the restraints that held fast.

  He began to move, sliding out of me and thrusting all the way in again. His eyes never left mine, watching me for my reaction. He looked so determined to make this good for me that a giggle slipped out of me.

  His lips twisted wryly. “You’re terrible for a man’s self-esteem, you know that? What are you laughing at?”

  “Sorry, it’s just… you look so serious.”

  “And you’re not serious enough. When I’m fucking you, I expect you to pay attention.” He punctuated that with a thrust so deep my body jerked upwards from the impact.

  “Yes!” My head fell back in pleasure, and Theo pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of my neck as if he couldn’t go too long without tasting me. I wrapped my legs around him, silently demanding more.

  Theo gave me what I needed, thrusting into me with deep, steady strokes that made my vision wink. His thickness filled me so completely that my mind went dark, feeling only the pleasure he gave me. It was like nothing I’d ever had.

  I twisted against the bonds on my hands, desperate to touch him, but the tie held fast, arousing me with the blissful torture.

  “I dreamed of this.” Theo worked his hips mercilessly as he thrust in and out of me, possessing every inch of my body. “Dreamed of fucking you as you moaned for me.”

  I wanted to tell him the same, that he had raided my dreams and left me hot and wanting, but my words left my lips as pleas for more, faster, harder. Our bodies were slick with sweat, moving urgently as we fucked each other.

  “Don’t stop,” I whispered. My eyes slid shut as I felt pleasure taking over my entire body. I felt my climax building, and soon, my whole body began to clench, reaching for the final explosion of ecstasy.

  “Christ, I can feel you squeezing me.” Theo’s breathing came fast as he moved within me. His bicep muscles framed either side of my face, solid with tension. His cock swelled inside me, thrusting so hard the bed frame slammed against the wall.

  “I’m coming.” My head fell back, eyes shut. “Theo, I’m coming—” I cried out loudly as my climax took over. “Theo, yes!”

  My arms pulled against my bonds so hard it hurt. I wrapped my thighs around Theo, holding him inside me with my inner muscles. I gripped on to every inch of him, relishing his hardness filling me.

  Theo’s expression went dark as I ground against him in my climax. He groaned, burying his face in the mattress beside me as he came in sharp, uncontrolled thrusts.

  I couldn’t take my eyes away from Theo as he lost himself inside me. His hands gripped my hips as he thrust, sending sensation sweeping through my every nerve. I never felt more alive.

  As we came down from the high, Theo collapsed into the bed beside me, breathing unsteadily. He took me in with an expression of wonder and shock.

  “I know I’m good, but am I that good?” I joked weakly. My limbs were trembling, and I had all the energy of a wrung-out piece of laundry.

  Theo tried to catch his breath as he discarded the condom and untied me. “You may have ruined me for anyone else.”

  He lay back down beside me, touching the red marks on my wrists gently. “Did I hurt you?”

  “In a good way,” I assured him.

  He watched me with a look of contemplation, his brows slightly drawn. “You were the one tied up. Why did it feel like I was the one at your mercy?”

  Because you’re in love with me.

  Theo raised a brow at my secretive smile. “Say something I’d never expect you to say. Just so I know I’m not dreaming.”

  “I like your ass.”

  “I already know that.”

  “I like your cock?”

  “You’re real.”

  I snickered, and Theo’s lips curved in that bittersweet way. He looked like he’d just fought a battle and wasn’t sure if he had won.

  I bit my lip. “You don’t regret this, so you?”

  “I’m reeling. You're in my arms, in my bed with me… I’ve just had my deepest fantasy come true.” Theo played with a lock of my hair, but that faint notch between his brows was still there.

  “I’m not sure I should have done this,” he said quietly. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”

  “You didn’t.”

  Theo looked unconvinced, so I wound my hands around his neck and tugged him to me impulsively. Theo took me in his arms, pinning me into the bed and kissing me so thoroughly I couldn’t breathe.

  I laughed when we finally came apart for air. Theo stared like he couldn’t look away from me.

  “I seem to lose all my wits around you,” he mused.

  “That’s nice to hear, but what will I do with you if you’re not witty anymore?”

  “You’ll have this.” He urged his hips against mine. “I can’t speak for you, but I can think of a few uses for it.”

  I snickered, my face growing hot as he began to grow hard again. This side of Theo was one I was surprised to see, but liked very much.

  Theo’s lips curved as he watched me. Then he seemed to come to a decision.

  He turned and reached for the side table by the bed, popping open a false bottom in the drawer.

  My eyes went wide when he took out the flash drive.

  “Will this make you happy?” he asked solemnly.

  “It will.”

  Not only because it would save the guys, but also because it would save Theo. Giving Estelle up was the first step in him letting go of the past and healing.

  “Then it’s yours.” He dropped the flash drive into my hands.

  I stared at it in disbelief.

  Estelle’s confession. The guys’ freedom. I was literally holding it.

  “I'll also give you her location. Ryland and the two idiots can rest easy now.”

  Both Theo and I knew that doing this made him vulnerable. Without the confession hostage, there was nothing stopping any of the guys from turning him over to the authorities for helping Estelle.

  For once in his life, Theo had nothing protecting him. He had only his trust in me.

  “How does it feel?” I said softly, knowing how momentous this was.

  “Terrifying,” Theo admitted. “I’m not sure I won’t regret it.”

  “If that happens, I'll be there to tell you that you’re doing the right thing.” I bit my lip. “Just trust me, okay?”

  He brushed aside the hair clinging to my cheeks, lingering to caress my skin.

  “God help me, but I do,” he exhaled.

  I smiled, lacing my arms around him. “Good.”

  Theo’s walls were not completely down yet, but we were on our way there. It was a start.

  Awaking, for me, had always been a chore done reluctantly and sloppily.

  It was the mark of a new day—or a new night, depending on the hour I awoke—and signified a fresh dose of emptiness. Waking up meant I had to face my shit, an
d I was always disinclined to do so, choosing to run instead.

  I awoke in my bed again with the pale light of early morning, but this time, my brain wasn’t throbbing from withdrawal. I didn’t feel my usual disorientation, and my hand wasn’t clasped around the neck of a bottle.

  Perhaps it was because I was sober for once. Perhaps it was because Karin Beckett was beside me.

  I frowned at the unfamiliar sight. It was surreal to see her long, fiery hair strewn across my bed like wildflowers. She slept on her stomach, her cheek pillowed on one arm. The other was outstretched beside her, flung out in abandon.

  For such a small woman, she sure took up a lot of space.

  She took all the covers too, and it was cold as hell, but I was content to let her sleep.

  My gaze fell onto the flash drive on the bedside table, and the self-preserving part of me kicked into high gear instantly, telling me that it was beyond foolish to give up something that could potentially incriminate me.

  All the same, I couldn’t deny logic. I was quite honestly done with running. It had grown too exhausting, not to mention it hadn’t worked in the ten years I’ve done it and wasn’t likely to work in the next decade either.

  And now that I’d finally stopped, I found it wasn’t quite so bad. It was almost…liberating.

  Karin shifted in her sleep then, a faint notch appearing between her brows.

  Odd. I had always assumed that Karin dreamt of rainbows and butterflies.

  I smoothed away her frown with a finger, and she stirred, cracking her eyes open. I felt that pang in my chest again with those gray eyes taking me in.

  “Hey,” I murmured.

  “Hey.” Karin stretched, arching her back like a cat. “Before you ask,” she said sleepily, “yes, you’re still in a dream. My dream, because only in my dreams do I wake up beside guys this hot.”

  I raised a brow. “Nice to know I’m one of the few.”

  “Anytime.” She pillowed her hand on her cheek again, taking me in with a soft expression. “You look good, you know.”

  I knew what she meant. My eyes had likely lost the bloodshot and shadowed look that came with over-drinking, and my jaw wasn’t tight from a migraine.

  “It seems you have a sobering effect on me.”

  “Told ya.” Karin’s expression dimmed slightly as her gaze went to the corner of my bedroom. “You were leaving, weren’t you? You’re all packed.”

  I glanced at the luggage there, knowing there wasn’t a point in denying it. “My flight to London is at the end of the week.”

  “That’s all you’re taking with you? I kinda expected more.”

  “I’m shipping your paintings separately by express. Can’t have the airlines fucking it up. That aside,” I inclined my head. “Never been one for personal possessions.”

  Karin didn’t meet my gaze. “If I didn’t ask, were you gonna say goodbye?”

  “I don’t know.” I watched her closely, not missing her careful nonchalance. “All I know is I don’t want to.”

  “Oh.” Karin’s eyes went wide at my answer. “Ohh.”

  Something in her tone caught my suspicion. “What are you plotting now?”

  Karin blinked in what she surely expected was a look of innocence. “Who, me?”

  “You realize you’re a terrible liar?”

  “Ha! I’ve fooled Ryland and Allie thousands of times. You just seem to know, for some reason. Do I have a tell?”

  “Yes, you do. You’re also trying to change the subject.”

  “Am not.” Karin squinted at me. “So what’s my tell?”

  “Your left eyebrow twitches ever so slightly when you lie.” I sat up on the bed and reclined, feeling more relaxed than I had been in years. “Talk, Karin. What are you plotting?”

  “Honestly? I’m wondering how I can make you stay. And don’t look so skeptical. You haven’t even heard what my idea is.”

  Karin shifted to prop her head on her fist. The covers fell to her stomach as she moved, giving me a perfect view of pink-tipped breasts.

  Holding my gaze with a naughty smile, she walked her fingers down my chest, heading lower down my abdomen.

  My cock swelled in response, already anticipating her hand on me.

  “I haven’t thanked you for yesterday,” she purred. “It was so good I slept through the night.”

  My lips curved at the thought of an encore. “Quite sure I should be the one thanking you. You let me tie you up.”

  “Agree to disagree,” she breathed, her gaze going silver. Her hand descended ever lower…

  Then suddenly, her stomach growled.

  Loudly.

  Karin clutched her stomach. “That… wasn’t me.”

  I gave her an arch look, and she slapped her hand over her eyebrow and scowled.

  “Dammit,” she muttered. “Don’t suppose Mrs Smith left you anything in the freezer? I’d die for one of her chicken pies right now.”

  “My fridge is barren, unfortunately.” I paused. “Where are you headed after this?”

  “No plans yet. Usually I’d be in school, but I’m pretty much graduated. And Ryland and Allie are still in Paris, so I guess Estelle’s confession will have to wait one more day.”

  “I see.” I paused again, trying to find the words to ask her.

  We stared at the covers between us in awkward silence until Karin suddenly blurted, “Lunch?”

  My lips curved. “And dinner.”

  “Sounds good.”

  “Great.” I nodded. “Excellent. I’ll take you back to your place then.”

  “I’ll shower and get changed real quick,” Karin agreed. Then she squinted at me. “For a guy who’s been around the block, you sure suck at asking girls on dates.”

  “That’s because I don’t.”

  “Oh please, you don’t mean to say you’ve never dated.” Her eyes went wide at my narrowed look. “Wait, really? Like never, ever? Seriously? Did I wake up in another dimension?”

  “I simply wasn’t looking for a relationship.”

  “So you’re a hook-up kind of guy. Got it. How many girls have you—”

  “It doesn’t matter,” I cut in. “None of them did.”

  Karin bit her bottom lip, pleased at the answer. “Okay, so this is like, your first ever date.”

  My eyes narrowed. “I’m not some virginal bride, Karin, I’ve been on dates.”

  “High school doesn’t count,” Karin returned without missing a beat. “I guess it’s up to me to show you around town. You’ve only seen the shady sides of New York, but I know allll the good parts. You’re gonna love it.” Then she frowned. “Oh, but there’s a problem. We can’t take your car around Manhattan. Ryland’s lookouts will spot us in a minute and we’d both be dead.”

  “Not an issue.” I took my phone from the bedside table.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Getting a new car.”

  “What! No! Jesus, you rich folks…” Karin gaped at me like I was a species of animal she’d never seen before. “No, we’re gonna do it the old-school way.”

  I was instantly suspicious. “Why do I have the feeling I’m not going to like your suggestion?”

  Karin’s only response was an angelic smile that didn’t fool me the slightest.

  We stood shoulder-to-shoulder an hour later in a train carriage that smelled of stale sweat and urine.

  “You look like you just stepped in poop.”

  I exhaled irritably, taking a long, hard look at my surroundings. “I’m not sure I didn’t.”

  “Welcome to New York’s subway,” Karin said cheerfully.

  Apparently, Karin’s idea of old-school was public transport. One would have thought I’ve have learned better by now than to go with one of her surprises.

  I gritted my teeth and pulled her closer to me and away from the shady fucker beside her who was standing too close for my liking.

  “Come on,” she grinned. “Don’t tell me you haven’t been on a subway before.”


  “I have, just not New York’s,” I said stiffly.

  The man beside Karin took another step towards her, and I shifted her to stand right in front of me, encircling my arms around her to brace against the side of the carriage.

  Then I shot the fucker a look that promised death. He shuffled two steps back and made his way to another part of the train.

  “Thanks.” Karin held onto the lapels of my coat for balance. “He was getting a bit too close.”

  “Don’t take the subway if you can help it. Especially not when you’re alone.”

  “But it’s economic! And it helps the environment.”

  “Karin, you are not sacrificing your personal safety for the bloody environment.”

  She gasped. “So to you, I’m more important than the planet?”

  “You sure are daring today,” I remarked. But in the reflection of the darkened windows, I noticed Karin grinning to herself.

  She burrowed deeper against me. “If you stay, you could look out for me. Not that I can’t do it myself, but it’d be nice to have someone take care of you.”

  I paused at what she said.

  Could I stay? If I did, I could keep her safe if she’d let me. That was a massive plus point.

  I realized that it was also an excuse, of course, but I wasn’t above latching onto it.

  “But I guess I should ask you first, huh?” Karin bit her lip. “Do you want to stay?”

  I exhaled silently through my nose. “I do.”

  A slow, wide smile spread across her face.

  “Then that’s all that matters,” she said lightly. “We’ll have a normal date for today, and when the day is over, you can decide if you still want to leave. But I think I already know what your answer will be,” she added with a teasing grin.

  We got off at 77 Street, and from there, Karin took off at a brisk pace towards Central Park. The skirts of yet another dress—light blue this time—whipped about her short legs.

  “I’ve got tons to show you,” she informed me. “But first, coffee. Death before decaf, my friend.”

  The place we wound up at was a sizeable establishment designed in Victorian-style architecture. It was situated in what looked like the middle of a forest, which struck me as an odd place for a restaurant.