Break Me: Smith and Belle (Royals Saga Book 12)

by Geneva Lee

  And now I needed to earn it back: her trust, her submission, her heart.

  I kept my eyes on her as I rocked forward and placed my palm on the ground. Slowly, I crawled to her on hands and knees. I’d never thought I would lower myself to this for any woman, but I would spend my life in chains just to kiss her feet. When I reached her, I did just that.

  “Very nice,” she murmured as I placed a single kiss on the toe of her leather boots. Belle wrapped the leather belt around my neck, feeding one end through its buckle before tightening it. “Lovely.”

  She had collared me. The message was clear: I belonged to her.

  I rocked back on my heels, waiting for my next instruction. She pointed to her thick, black leggings. “Pull them down.”

  My hands shot up to hook her elastic waistband and then I peeled them off her, revealing inch after inch of creamy bare leg until they caught at the shaft of her boots. Belle managed to spread her legs as far as her trapped legs would allow. Her pussy was bare save for a soft thatch of blonde hair. I licked my lips.

  “Show me who you worship,” she demanded.

  I nodded, eagerly pushing onto my knees. I reached to grab her hips and bring her to me, but she slapped my hands away. “Use your mouth.”

  My cock felt like it might explode in my pants, but I had no other issue with this dominant side of my wife. I rather liked her demanding pleasure from me. I always wanted to give it to her. It was almost as good when she took it. I leaned carefully forward, planting my face against her sweet mound. It took concentration to part her with my tongue. Belle responded by wiggling a little farther apart to give me better access. I swept the tip of my tongue along her before moving to concentrate on her engorged clit. I moaned as her taste filled my mouth, erasing whatever sliver of Nora that remained.

  “What’s that?” she asked. She backed up a step, taking away her sweet cunt.

  “I love having my mouth on you.”

  “No,” she said harshly. She bent so that our eyes were level, and I wished I was behind her so I could see her round ass thrust into the air behind her. She grabbed hold of my makeshift collar and forced me to focus on her. “You love when I put my pussy on your lips, when I ride your tongue—don’t you?”

  I only had one chance to get this right. We were playing a game, but I was determined to give her the win. “Yes, Madame.”

  A smile curled slowly across her lips. “Good. I’m going to fuck your mouth until I come. Would you like that?”

  “Yes, Madame,” I repeated, turning my face up to welcome her to it.

  Belle took a few more steps away, bent lower, and unzipped her boots. She slid off each one before removing her pants entirely. Then she walked to me, hips swaying side to side. I rocked back onto my heels, submitting my body to her as she straddled my face. “You may hold me up.”

  Fuck. I never knew she could be this hot. She might be trying to prove something, but part of me wanted to pick fights more often if it meant she would take control. I grabbed her buttocks holding her steady as I buried my tongue inside her. I swept it over her clit until it was plump with blood before nipping it with my teeth. Belle crushed her pussy to my mouth, and I met it with hunger. Her hands tangled in my hair as she rocked roughly against me. When she came, her thighs clamped over my ears and she bucked out the aftershocks, moaning with pleasure as she slowly smothered me.

  It would be the perfect way to go.

  Still, when she moved aside, I gasped for air. She didn’t seem remotely concerned. Instead, she pointed to the ground. “Stand up.”

  I licked the remnants of her off my lips as I did so. Belle pointed to the table I’d fucked her on only last week. I walked to it, painfully aware of my swollen balls. When I reached it, she circled her index finger. “Turnaround.”

  I did as she directed, wondering what she had in store for me next. Belle moved behind me, her arm slipping around my waist and down the front of my pants. She stroked it roughly, her dry hands burning with the friction of her frantic pace. “This is mine,” she snarled quietly in my ear. Her other hand grabbed the tail of the belt and she yanked it until I could barely breathe. “Do you understand?”

  I tried to swallow but couldn’t due the leather restricting my throat. I blinked instead and she smirked. “You like it, don’t you? Belonging to me.”

  She waited, but I couldn’t move without cutting off all my air supply. Belle raised an eyebrow.

  That’s when I realized that it wasn’t about how far she would take this, but how much of myself I was willing to submit to her. I jerked my head against the leather collar, cutting off my oxygen so I could give a full and unmistakable nod. Instantly, stars swam in the edges of my vision. My balls constricted and I released into her hand. Belle let go of my collar and I collapsed forward, my hands catching the edge of the conference table to stay upright. Her hand slid out of my pants and she lifted to show me her palm, glazed in my climax. I watched as she swept her index finger over it, coating the tip with my ejaculation. Then she reached and brushed it on my lips. I froze, my eyes locking with hers to find a challenge there.

  I told her she had all of me. Now I had to prove it. Belle had never denied me a thing in the bedroom. I had a choice to make. My lips parted and she pushed her finger into my mouth, smearing my climax on my tongue.

  “Taste yourself,” she murmured. I sucked her finger, surprised to find myself growing hard again. It had nothing to do with my own taste, but rather the shameless confidence in her actions. “I love the way you taste.” It mixed with the lingering flavor of her on my tongue and my eyes hooded as I swallowed the sample of our union.

  She stepped back, looking pleased and the strangest sense of pride surged through me. Is that she felt when she gave herself to me? Her eyes flickered down to the erection poking out of the waistband of my pants.

  “I never want your lips to touch another woman’s skin.” This time the command had left her voice. She reached up and undid the belt at my neck. It slipped off and her hands rubbed the marks it left behind.

  “You’re not bad at this,” I complimented her.

  “I still prefer the other side,” she said simply.

  I arched an eyebrow. “I am sorry, beautiful.”

  “I know.” But she didn’t quite meet my eyes.

  “How can I prove it to you?” I asked.

  “You don’t have to prove anything,” she said, shaking her head. “I know.”

  “I think I better try anyway,” I said gruffly. I lifted her onto the table and positioned my cock between her legs. Instead of pushing inside her, I waited. This was still her challenge. I would prove to her that I belonged as much to her as she did to me. She rocked forward, swallowing me with her pussy, and her eyes rolled back.

  “Say it, Price,” she begged as she rode my cock. “Tell me you’ll love me forever.”

  I groaned, quickening my pace. “I’ll love you forever—and a day.”

  16

  Belle

  I wished I could sleep as soundly as Smith after what happened. He’d carried me back to our room and taken me again, putting himself back in charge. I hadn’t fought him on it. I needed the reassurance after what had happened that he still belonged to me and that I still belonged to him. Instead, I lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. Smith was right to fire Nora. I’d never be able to trust her again—but that left us without a nanny. After my trip to London, I felt more confident as a mother. Still, that didn’t mean I was ready to do it on my own. I reminded myself that Edward and Georgia were around to help, but I couldn’t shake the slight sense of panic I felt.

  Focusing on the panic was actually keeping me from confronting Nora and myself. I wasn’t sure what would happen if I tried to talk to her now. She touched my husband— that couldn’t be forgiven. Anger boiled inside me as the scene played out in my head, despite my best attempts to ignore it. I couldn’t erase the image of her hand clutching his sweater as she tried to draw him to her. I didn’t care
what she thought about me. But I sure as hell cared that her hands had been on what was mine.

  I turned my head and watched Smith for a moment. How had I not seen this before? How long had she harbored interest in my husband? I really was going to drive myself nuts soon. Carefully peeling back the covers, I slipped from the bed, doing my best not to wake him. Grabbing a robe from the chair near the bed, I tiptoed out and quietly opened the door. I needed something to clear my head. I tiptoed down the stairs, knowing all too well that between the marble floors and the wide, airy passages, sound carried. I didn’t want my echoing footsteps to wake anyone up.

  There was a light on in the kitchen, and I braced myself to find Mrs. Winters in there. But it wasn’t her graying head standing before the refrigerator. It was Nora’s. I stopped, considered what to do, and strode into the kitchen, allowing my feet to hit the stone floors hard enough to send echoes. It was my way of delivering a warning before I attacked.

  Nora swiveled around, her hand on the refrigerator door. She shut it and slumped against it as if she was cornered.

  “Stealing my food, too?” I asked coldly. I didn’t give a damn about the contents of the fridge, but I cared that she was still here. Smith had given her until the morning to leave—a reasonable demand—but one that hardly felt satisfying. I had to resist the urge to kick her ass into the snow.

  “Belle,” she began before immediately falling silent. Apparently, the tart didn’t know what to say to me.

  I crossed my arms, allowing the silence to stretch between us until she finally filled it again. “It wasn’t what you thought.”

  That was how she was going to play it? Did she think I was blind? I remained quiet. She would damn herself all on her own.

  “Smith and I have been spending so much time together,” she continued, “and he’s been sending me mixed signals for a while now.”

  My jaw clenched, locking back the anger threatening to spill from my lips. I wanted to watch her dig her grave, and that meant not interrupting her pitiful lies.

  “I got caught up in it. There’s something about him that made me fall for him.” Her head dropped with shame as her shoulders shook. When she finally looked up, tears streamed down her cheeks. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. It was like I was swept under his spell.”

  “And he encouraged you?” I asked carefully.

  “Yes.” She hesitated and then shook her head. “No. I’m not sure.”

  “As long as you’re clear on it.” I couldn’t decide if she was trying to save her own skin by blaming him, or if she really thought he’d shown interest in her. Either way, she was wrong. “Now let me be clear.” I took a few steps forward, leaving only a few yards between us. Nora shrank against the fridge. “I don’t believe you. Smith would never cheat on me.”

  “Maybe not before, but everyone knows you’re not yourself anymore.” She rose up, getting an inexplicable burst of courage, and shook her head. “He needs a wife who can love him, and Penny needs a mother who can take care of her.”

  “You little bitch,” I snarled.

  “I’m not a bitch. I just see what you won’t let yourself see. You’ve hurt him. You’ve hurt her. What will it take for you to see that you don’t deserve them? This?”

  “Could you be any more cliché?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Everyone had joked about hiring a beautiful, young nanny, but I’d had no reason to worry about my husband. It hadn’t occurred to me that she might betray me. “I suggest you enroll in school immediately, because I’m going to make certain that you never hurt another family again.”

  “I need the money,” she shrieked as if finally realizing the damage she had done. She took a shaky step forward. “I don’t expect you to understand. Not with your mansion and your luxury cars and your ridiculous shoes. Some of us don’t have that.”

  I was beginning to understand what had really driven her to make a play for my husband. I’m sure she did find him sexy—how could she not? But his money had to be at least as attractive. “I want you gone in the morning. We’ll send your final check to the agency and inform them what you did.” There was no point continuing this argument. There was only finalizing business. “Please be gone before we wake up.”

  “I want to say goodbye to Pen—”

  “You won’t go near my daughter.” I finally snapped and took a menacing step toward her. Jabbing my index finger into her chest, I made myself clear. “Or my husband. We will never see your face again once I walk out of this room.”

  I turned to leave and caught Mrs. Winters watching us from the back staircase. She said nothing before fading back into the shadows. At least, she had the sense to not get involved. I walked deliberately back to the stairs, counting each step to try to calm my pounding heart. Blood roared in my ears, and no matter how much space I put between me and her, I didn’t feel any calmer. Instead of going to my bedroom, I went to the nursery to check on Penny.

  She was sleeping on her back, her arms spread to her sides, fists clenched, as if she’d been preparing for a fight, too.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered to her, my fury shifting to sadness. I’d put us all in this position. I had endangered her. I’d forced Smith to turn to someone else for help. A bottomless pit opened in my stomach, trying to drag me to the dark places I’d barely escaped. “No one will come between us. Not anymore. I’m your mother, and I love you. I’m sorry that I failed you before. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making that up to you.”

  Her eyes fluttered in her sleep, and she smiled softly, as if she understood me.

  I checked the baby monitor and made my way back to bed. Smith was still sleeping. He’d shifted, throwing one leg out from the covers, so that his body was on display. I regretted making him prove his innocence. There was only one person to blame for this. I swallowed before making my choice. I had to be the wife he deserved. I had to be the mother Penny needed. Padding into the bathroom, I opened the medicine cabinet and took out the bottle of sleeping pills. Just for tonight. I watched myself swallow one in the mirror and promised my reflection the morning would bring a new day and a chance to correct the mistakes I’d made. I had to believe in second chances. I had to believe I could make this right.

  17

  Smith

  Light filtered through my eyelids, gently drawing me back to the world. I stretched my legs before rolling to the side and hooking an arm around Belle. I pulled my wife against me, shifting to press my cock against her backside. She squirmed in my arms, wiggling against my engorged shaft.

  “Good morning, beautiful.” I kissed her shoulder. I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve waking up next to this woman every morning, but I would spend my life proving I deserved to keep her.

  Belle turned her head, nuzzling against my neck. “Good morning, sir.”

  “So, I’m sir again?” I smirked and buried my face into her hair.

  “For now,” she said in a coy voice.

  “In that case…“ I flipped her over and moved between her thighs. Belle’s hands slid up my chest, but as they reached my shoulders, her eyes widened. “What’s wrong?” I looked down, seeing exactly what had caught her attention. Beneath me, she began to shake, trembles rolling through her.

  I sat up and she bolted up next to me, raising her hands. Our eyes locked for a moment.

  “Smith,” she said in a strangled voice as we stared at the blood and dirt smeared all over her hands, caked under her fingernails, and staining the sheets where she had slept.

  I didn’t think. I was out of bed and headed toward the nursery before I could process her calling after me. I heard Belle behind me, but I didn’t stop until I reached Penny’s room. Fussing noises came from the crib and I rushed over, lifting her into my arms to comfort her. Pressing her close, I drank in her soft scent, pressing my cheek to her warm head. I turned in time to see Belle collapse with relief.

  “I don’t understand,” she said, her voice ratcheting in breathless panic.


  “Did you sleepwalk again?” That might explain it, but it didn’t explain the matter of the blood on her hands.

  “I took a pill,” she confessed softly. “I couldn’t sleep after seeing…“

  A horrible realization crashed through me. Belle gripped her wrists, sinking her guilty fingers into her flesh, her face mirroring exactly how I felt.

  Her mouth moved, but no sound came out. Still, I recognized the single word she spoke:

  Nora.

  I carried the baby into the hall and spotted something I had missed in my mad dash to reach her: a trail of blood splattered on the floor. My eyes followed it, my heart stopping when it led to the nanny’s bedroom door. I walked slowly toward it, cradling Penny carefully to me as I went. Instinctively, I moved as quietly as possible, hoping we hadn’t woken anyone else in the house. Her door was unlocked and I opened it, bracing myself for what I might find. The room was empty. I walked to the bed and threw back the covers to discover more blood.

  There was movement behind me, and I turned to find Belle sag against the door as she saw the scene in front of her.

  “What did I do?” She asked in a hollow voice.

  “We don’t—”

  “What did I do?” Her voice rose with panic.

  I needed to get control of the situation before anyone else saw this. But Belle was already straightening, her body shaking, as she took a step backward. “I need to call the police.”

  “No.” I spoke so firmly there was no way to misunderstand my command. “Take a shower. I need you to take the baby.”

  “Smith, I shouldn’t.” She shook her head at Penny in terror. “What if—”

  “Do as I say, beautiful,” I stopped her. I would take care of this, but first I had to find Nora.