Thrill Me (Teased and Broken Book 2)

by Ashley Black

  Contents

  Title Page

  About Thrill Me

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty One

  Twenty Two

  Twenty Three

  Twenty Four

  Twenty Five

  Twenty Six

  Preview

  Bound for Pleasure

  Who is Ashley Black

  Come say Hi

  Copyright

  Thank you

  THRILL ME

  Book 2 in the TEASED & BROKEN SERIES

  Written by Ashley Black

  WARNING

  This book series contains sexually explicit content and is suitable for adult readers only.

  Please note, this is the second book in this series, if you have NOT read Tease Me the first book in the series you

  WILL Be irretrievably LOST.

  Please do not read this book before reading the other books in the series.

  It WILL BREAK MY HEART

  Seriously, it will END as you will DESTROY the series for yourself.

  “I’m afraid of you Elena,” Thorn’s gaze fell from mine. “I’m afraid of what they will make me do.”

  The mask was a frustrating barrier between us.

  I reached up.

  He stayed my hand, dark green eyes lifting to my mouth. “Please,” his voice cracked. “Don’t touch me.”

  “Who are they Thorn?” I pressed, frustrated. Who was he running from? Was this all in my dark demonic rock star’s troubled mind?

  He bowed, lowering his masked head, and pressed it to my chest.

  The sudden coldness of it between my breasts was shocking. I bet he could FEEL my heart trying to punch him through that mask of his as it went verily berserk.

  This man broke my sanity. I had nothing left. I wanted to understand. All he gifted was mayhem.

  “I must lick your heart,” he said eventually. Because THAT made sense.

  I heard the playfulness in his tone, and in place of the cold unyielding rubber of the mask, his lips. He had rolled up the lower part of the mask to reveal that deadly and delicious mouth of his.

  “You really are a broken toy,” I sighed. “Yes,” he agreed. “Don’t ever forget it.”

  Synopsis - THRILL ME

  Elena teased bad ass death metal rocker Thornton Darko (also powerful warlock), and broke him.

  He has fallen in love with her, and she, at least, she thinks, with him. Everything inside of her is telling her he is a dangerous and rather insane, mistake.

  Things turn ugly for Elena, and Thorn. Some of his loyal army of fans, turning against her and their so-called messiah. Thorn takes her away to Mexico, and they embark upon a blistering, hot, disturbing, and dark romance together. He affectionately calls it ‘project THRILL’, and Elena could not be more thrilled, and terrified. An intoxicating and killer combination.

  When Elena’s gorgeous artist (and former special operations solider in Afghanistan) fiancé Brett thought dead, and is instead confirmed ‘missing’, the status gives Elena hope.

  But there is not much hope that he will ever be found, much like Thornton’s mysterious missing wife. A former witch, who the man himself jokes, attempted to ‘vanquish him’.

  Then Brett shows up.

  Nothing will ever be the same again.

  Because Thornton will not let Elena go. Anyone who gets in the way of his possession of her tends to get fucked up.

  THRILL ME is one blistering hot ride of mayhem you don’t want to miss!

  One

  “I did not do anything Elena!” Thornton Darko’s voice sounded hurt and outraged. “Except save your gorgeous ass again.”

  I heard laughter behind us. What! Wait? Who was out there? I saw nothing. I felt everything.

  Thorn shrugged out of his jacket, and wrapped it around me. I was standing there naked after all, with my paint streaked ass, shivering uncontrollably.

  I let him gift me the warm embrace of the jacket. I felt like some one had scooped my soul out, and dropped it into a bowl of hell.

  Brett. Oh Brett.

  “Please Elena!” Thorn’s voice was breaking in his plea to me. “You need to come with me now. I will not have you die on me. I only just found you for fucks sake!”

  “Brett,” I moaned, transfixed by the flame.

  “Is dead,” he all but snarled.

  I was shaking my head, tears blurring my vision.

  “Gone,” Thorn snapped his gloved fingers. “Fried to a crisp!”

  “You crazy fucker!” I screamed, finally reacting. “I will kill you!” I launched myself at him, I could barely see for my rage. I wanted to strangle him. My shaking hands closed around his thick warm throbbing throat.

  His shoulders were shaking, as if he were laughing, but I realized, he was far from amused. He was scared. No, he was more than scared. Thornton Darko from Cellrager was TERRIFIED.

  And then I saw why, and my hands fell abruptly from his neck.

  A gun was pressed to the side of his skull by Mr. Hostile. The same burly guy who had called me nasty names on Thornton’s private beach, and had taken it upon himself to warn Thorn of my evil witch ways when we had been about to embark upon our intoxicatingly mind bending sexy drinking game.

  NO! I railed angrily against myself. You will NOT think about such inappropriate things when you have just lost the love of your life Elena! You vile witch.

  I screamed as I was pulled away from Thorn by a black gimped masked figure. He spun me around to face my dark demonic rock star, his large cold hands fastened about my throat, and squeezed.

  Shit! Thorn’s cautionary words rolled back into my mind, ‘they’re here, it isn’t safe for you.’ His little freak army had turned on their messiah now, was that it? Sweet Jesus Thorn, I groaned inwardly. The man needed new fans yesterday.

  “Why did you do that, my King?” the burly dudes voice was livid. His mouth was a severe line of disapproval, visible from the unzipped hole in the black gimp mask.

  “Why couldn’t you let the witch burn?”

  “Ryan,” Thorn’s deep voice spoke calmly. “You know why!” Then I saw him lower his head as a tremor rocked his body. “Now can you kindly explain to me what the fuck is going on here?” His voice was scarily loud, and angry. Acid practically dripped from his lips.

  The one called Ryan motioned into the darkness.

  Another figure darted forward and offered Thorn a gun, bowing, and muttering something I couldn’t make out.

  Thorn glowered, refusing to accept it.

  “Kill her.”

  “What!” Thorn and I shouted in unison.

  “You need to kill her,” Ryan continued, unfazed. “Now. When did you get so dumb Thorn? Clearly, you’re making decisions with your fucking cock now. You know she will be the death of you. That witch is killing you now you realize? She’s bleeding your sanity dry. She’s broken your damn mind. Kill her.”

  “If I don’t, you’re seriously going to kill me?” Thorn’s head twitched to the side, butting angrily into the barrel of the gun. His fury reaching annihilation mode. “Really?”

  “Of course we’re not going to fucking kill you!” Ryan groaned. “Come on, you’re our messiah! This gun, and those trained on your right now are merely tranquilizer da
rt weapons. We are giving you the chance to do the right thing here Thorn.”

  “Killing Elena is not the right thing,” he disagreed quietly. “I need you all to desist with this nonsense. You are defying my will. Rest assured, there will be consequences!”

  “Yeah, it’s called justice you imbeciles!” I shouted. “You’re all going to be fried in the fucking chair or rotting in your prison cells for a very long time.”

  The hands around my neck squeezed tighter. I felt my eyes bug out. Fuck me why did I have to open my big mouth?

  “Elena!” Thorn shouted, reaching for me.

  His dark gaze narrowed on the figure standing behind me and squeezing the life out of

  me. “Let her go!” he roared. “How dare you! How dare all of you!?”

  “Take your fucking mask off Thorn. I want the witch to see your face when you kill her.”

  He shook his head. Ryan pulled it back sharply, tearing the mask from it.

  The figure hovering in front of Thorn, again offered the gun, and Thorn’s hand rose reluctantly, and accepted the weapon. Horrified, I noticed it hung limply, dangling from his fingertips, his mouth was opening and closing, but he spoke no words. His gaze was full of wet anguish and burned right through me.

  “If you don’t kill her, we will, in a manner the toxic, poisonous bitch deserves. You will be powerless to stop us,” Ryan threatened.

  I was curious about this manner of death, and strangely, hope sparked momentarily within my heart. My gaze slid to the right. Another figure approached with a bag wriggling in their grasp. I sensed the contents immediately, and relaxed. Snakes. My enchantress animal companion. Except Thorn did not know of this. I had not shared this with him when he had told me on the beach of his own animal companions – ravens. Shit. I had to signal to him that I would be perfectly fine. We’ll find a way to escape this.

  I moved my head ever so slightly at him, and mouthed the words. It will be fine. He blinked at me in confusion.

  It will be fine, I repeated, and then added. Trust me.

  He nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing, lips twitching.

  “You are not worthy!” I realised the figure approaching me was a woman. She tossed the bag at my feet. “Remove his coat first.”

  I pressed my lips together to keep from screaming in her face. Shrugging out of the coat, I offered it to her.

  She shook her head.

  I threw it at her instead. She let it hit her black leather kitted out chest, and drop unceremoniously to the ground.

  Then her gaze lifted to the figure behind me and nodded.

  “Now.”

  His hands fell from my throat as he gripped my wrists. I felt the rope burn my wrists as he deftly bound them. He then threw the rest of the rope up to yet another black gimp masked figure perched on the branch of a tree above us “Secure her.”

  Sweet Jesus! I breathed in horror. How many of that little army of freaks of his were out here? How many had revolted on Thornton Darko and were part of this rather insidious mutiny?

  The female black masked figure before me, withdrew from the bag a freaking Philippines cobra. How in the fuck had they got their hands on such a snake was beyond me? They were the deadliest of cobra snakes. A bite from that fucker would kill you in under 30 minutes. I took a deep breath as the thing was very carefully coaxed to settle around my trembling shoulders. It quickly wound its way around my neck.

  I felt myself instantly calming, with the cool pressure and press of its scaly body upon mine. I was used to snakes. Even poisonous ones. I felt my assurance pouring into this elegant and cold blooded creature, and I realized its buddy. Shit, they must think me bad ass, not one poisonous snake, but two), that merely wrapped around my body. I felt the other at my lower ankle, circling, tightening and slivering up my leg. Fuck.

  Thorn roared in horror.

  There was shouting in the distance and we were suddenly bathed in lights. Folk were being hollered at to put their hands up, as uniforms spilled forth in a frenzied blur through the trees.

  I saw on the rise of the tree line, , Thornton’s father Bob, he was standing there with a Cellrager beanie on as police rushed past him. “Thornton!” he cried out worriedly.

  Thorn’s crazy ass minions scattered of course. The police began firing. Shit. That would really freak my little buddies out, just what I fucking needed.

  Thorn dropped the gun, and hurtled toward me at once.

  I was shaking my head. “Stop!” I warned him. “Please! Just untie me! I can handle this. They’re poisonous. No sudden movements all right!?”

  He nodded, and drew a dagger from his black tight trousers and cut me loose.

  I held my body perfectly still, and gently coaxing the dangerous snakes off me. I felt their reluctance to leave me, but leave me, it appeared to my absolute relief, they had resolved to do. The one around my neck was slowly sliding down my chest. It suddenly straightened, and looked up straight into Thorn’s eyes. Something seriously sinister flashed between their gazes. Something changed in its manner. Quite simply, and devastatingly, it freaked the fuck out. I felt it go rigid. I heard it hiss as it bared its venom slicked fangs. Shit. It really didn’t like Thornton Darko. My Grandmothers voice drifted into my mind, and made me shiver.

  ‘When your animal companion reacts in a hostile way to someone, run away from that person, get as much distance, life and death if necessary, between you and them as can. They are no good for you. They are toxic. They will be the death of you. Trust the opinion of your animal companions.

  “Get back!” I panicked.

  Too late, the thing lashed out, I felt it uncoil, and fling itself at Thorn’s face.

  I screamed.

  Not helping matters Elena.

  Bob was upon us, hands clutching at his beanie. He stared aghast at the snake hissing, biting, and whipping itself into a frenzy of hate upon his son’s face.

  Thorn staggered backwards. His large white hands a blur as he wrestled helplessly with the thing and fell heavily on his ass, twitching and groaning.

  For a truly awful, and thoughtless moment. I thought about running away. The compulsion to do so was strong. Primal. An overwhelming force. Unease roiling in my gut. As I turned away, Bob’s large red hand fell on mine. He fixed his wet, desperate, pleading gaze upon me. “Please! Help him Elena! Please help my son!”

  That had been my first mistake on the appalling evening when I lost everything. Helping Thornton Darko.

  It wouldn’t be my last.

  Two

  I fell to my knees, drawing a sharp cry of shock from Bob when I reached out and ever so gently stroked my fingers over the cold scaly flesh of the poisonous cobra hating on Thorn’s beautiful face.

  It drew back instantly at my touch, snapped around and hissed at me accusingly. All I heard were words beneath its hiss, rippling around, and through me.

  Why Elena? What are you doing? Let me protect you.

  “Please,” I stared hard into its glittering slit eyes. “Come to me, release him. I want this. I mean this.”

  It uncoiled from Thornton at once. Signaling its intense displeasure with my decision, it head butted me before performing an unbothered slide down my body to the grass.

  Thorn’s dark green eyes squeezed shut in effort as he staggered to his feet and stomped his black boot down decisively on its head.

  I flinched at the violence.

  Not that I could blame him.

  He was going to die.

  There was not enough time to save him now.

  I pulled his black jacket closer against the cold unalterable fact.

  My animal familiar had killed off Thornton Darko from Cellrager.

  I would never be safe again.

  His mad witch hating army of freaks would see be burned alive for such a heinous crime against the dark arts.

  I was fucked.

  “Elena,” Thorn mumbled thickly. “Please, help,” he wheezed, his dark green eyes widening. I saw his big chest pumping. The
severe respiratory distress that came with this kind of snake bite was setting in. He got the rest of his plea to me out on a gasp. “Please … my bike, over there, there’s a brief case in the side compartment – give it to me.”

  He fell heavily against Bob.

  I ran to his beautiful sleek black motorbike parked at the edge of the tree-line of my property. Noting he had parked some distance away before happening upon Brett and myself in the little Art Studio.

  Why?

  Never mind, if the man lived he would be subject to the wrath of my questions later. I flipped open the compartment and found a crimson briefcase. I frowned confused at the silver text etched into it, in his familiar scrawl.

  Anti V Kit.

  Right, I ran as fast as I could back to them and flicked it open.

  Death’s touch had fastened and wrung every last drop of color out of the man’s face. His emerald eyes were glassy, and his face was dripping with sweat.

  Shit.

  About to pass out from the looks of that.

  “The yellow needle, contains an anti venom,” Thorn croaked, in explanation. “Inject me now.” He held up his arm.

  His dark green eyes flashed. I, who had had no experience ever injecting any one with any thing, suddenly felt oddly calm and adept at it. I did it quickly.

  He manipulated me I realized, my mind flicked back to my fellow white witch Clarissa at that ill fated party at Brett’s, how he had looked at her and her suggested they go upstairs and have a drink, and then her insistence that this happen – all under the intensity of Thornton’s look.

  His eyes fell shut.

  Those long dark lashes shivered for a moment, and then were still.

  His lips parted.

  “Should I?” I started. I had intended to ask about calling for help, but Bob was already onto that.

  Oh my God? What was I thinking? I realized I was staring at his mouth. I seriously wanted to kiss him.

  Why?

  I bent down and lightly dropped a light kiss to his unmoving mouth.