Broken Bonds Boxed Set 1-3

by Trisha Wolfe

  “We are the same.” His eyes bore into me, down to my marrow. “If you claim otherwise, then everything you demanded I believe last night is a lie. And I won’t let it be. Even if I was so desperate for your acceptance that I didn’t question why or how you could love a villain.”

  “I meant it all. But now you see who the real villain is,” I say, my voice low, my soul fractured and just as desperate to hear Colton’s affirmation of me.

  “If that’s so, then is it the only reason you’re with me? Because you believe your sin is greater than mine?”

  The leaden truth of that question crushes me. “No… You know it’s more than that.”

  “We’re bound together,” he says, bringing my body flush against his. “Whether that’s in sin or mercy, I don’t care to make the distinction. It’s just one more reason, one more undeniable proof, that you were designed for me.”

  His lips find mine then. Tasting of solace and benevolence and unyielding consequence. Temptation to be lost—just leave behind all my pain and suffering, and the woman who clung so ruthlessly to it—bewitches me. I could truly let go.

  I would never look back.

  But a beep from my phone pulls me out of that fantasy. Breaking away from Colton’s firm embrace, I glimpse the screen, and I’m plunged right back into the icy waters of reality. As if I were ever able to escape.

  An image of Avery wearing a tight, silky red dress flashes across the screen, followed by a text: A simple request, my love. See you soon.

  I swallow the thick bile coating my throat walls. “He wants me to wear a red dress.”

  Colton takes the phone, closes the message, and sets it atop the mantel. Anchoring his hands around my waist, he lifts me up until I’m forced to straddle his hips, my arms finding their home securely around his neck.

  “If that’s his request,” he says, walking us into my bedroom, “then I have one of my own.” He kisses the column of my neck tenderly before he lays me down on the bed.

  I rest my cheek against the cool comforter as I watch him open my closet door. “My dresses are all the way in the back,” I say, trying to force away the thoughts of what Avery must be suffering this minute. What is he doing to her in that dress?

  Avery is beautiful and pure—and she was perfect. My world has become darker and darker since my abduction, and I hate that someone so full of light has now been tainted by that same evil. Despite what I tried to turn away from, every molecule in my body wants to kill the evil that has corrupted her world and turned it into mine.

  Colton steps out of my closet with a satin red dress. It’s not exactly like the one I wore the night I stalked Connelly to that bar, but it’s a close enough match.

  I clear my throat. “I should’ve seen if before now. His ritual to decorate his victims in dresses. How could I have missed the connection?” I close my eyes. “My profiling skills should really be called into question.”

  The mattress dips under Colton’s weight. “I would argue that…if you hadn’t accused me of being a serial killer right off the rip.”

  I attempt to stifle it, but a laugh escapes. “We’re completely twisted. The only two people who could find humor in any of this,” I say, linking my fingers around his.

  He brings my hand up and places a soft kiss beside the band of rope. “Stop questioning us, goddess. And stop doubting yourself. As selfish as this may sound, I don’t regret anything that brought you into my world.”

  I reach over and palm his face, loving the feel of his unshaven scruff. “What’s your request?” I ask, unable to restrain the rising desire unfurling within me. Before I go, before I risk everything…I need to feel Colton inside me once more. To know that I had finally found redemption.

  Pressing into my palm, he turns his face to the side and catches my finger between his teeth. His tongue traces the tip before he releases me, sending a surge of yearning all the way down to my toes.

  He pushes off the bed, stands at the base. Kneeling down to remove my shoes, he says, “The UNSUB wants one side of you; but I want it all. Who you were before, between, and now. You might have to dress the part for him…but I won’t let you slide on that dress with him in your mind. You’re mine, goddess. When you walk out that door, I want you to feel me—to know that I’ve touched and branded every part of you and that fucking dress.”

  He leans over me, one hand supporting his weight on the bed, the other skillfully unbuttoning my jeans. My stomach dips with a flutter as he slips his hand beneath the band and pulls them down my thighs.

  I arch my back as he tugs my jeans all the way off, discarding them to the floor, his intense gaze never leaving mine. The cool kiss of air slides over my skin, making me shiver, as he grasps the hem of my shirt and pushes it toward my head.

  He pauses just as the material covers my eyes, and his hands anchor my wrists to the bed. “I am so very tempted to take you right now.” His whispered words graze my lips, then his mouth is on the swell of my breast, his tongue circling and tasting me.

  A fierce ache blooms between my thighs. I lift my hips, making satisfying contact with the coarse jeans concealing his hardness. “Now,” I beg.

  I feel his smile against my skin. “Not yet.”

  The shirt clears my head, and Colton wastes little time removing the last articles of my clothing. The bra finds its place on the floor next to my underwear. I lay bare before him, the only item on my person the rope bracelet that claims me as his.

  Only now, I can honestly say that every inch of my flesh belongs to him. And I bask in the knowledge that the man before me is mine. My gaze drags over his well-defined chest and chiseled stomach as he reaches behind his head and yanks off his shirt.

  That one move slays me. I’ve seen him perform Shibari—his muscles gathering and flexing as he masterfully manipulates the rope, his body perfectly tuned to deliver pleasure. But here, right now, as he unbuckles his belt and pulls it through the loops, I swear, I’ve never seen him exude so much sex appeal.

  He loops the belt in his hand, and I press my thighs together in anticipation. His lips twist into a sultry, crooked smile. “This isn’t for you, goddess.” He tosses the belt to the floor. “At least, not tonight.” His pants drop, revealing his hard want as it strains against his black boxers.

  He wraps his hand around his hard shaft and grips, sending a pleasurable quiver through me. “Stand up.”

  It’s the first time I’ve been completely unbound with Colton—and yet, I’ve never felt more dominated. His deep voice wraps around me and commands my body to respond as if I’m tethered securely within his ropes.

  “Place everything you’re wearing on the bed,” he says.

  I move to my dresser, open the top drawer, and riffle through my lingerie. And understanding dawns: I’m no longer struggling to look the part for the UNSUB—I’m selecting items for Colton. This is for him.

  I lay my choices atop the comforter, earning an approving grin from Colton. He takes his time, trailing his rough palms up my arms, across my back, along my hips. Touching every inch of me with sure, branding intent.

  When he reaches my inner thigh, I close my eyes, knowing he’ll feel how wet I am. He grazes my lips, thrumming my body, the aftershock of his touch making me quake. Then, with a guttural command, he flattens his hand against my back and pushes me chest-down on the foot of the bed.

  His mouth finds my hot center in the next beat, and I gasp in a sharp breath at the feel of his tongue tasting me. Gripping my thighs, he spreads my legs wide, giving him unfettered access. My belly tightens as he slips a finger inside me, sampling, teasing, making me crave more.

  An impossible task, but he manages to slide one of my stockings onto my toes, then up my calf. The whole while, his talented tongue and mouth never leave me. The feel of his hands working and caressing the silken material onto my body has me trembling for release. He stops when the stocking reaches my thigh.

  “Turn around,” he directs.

  On shaky legs, I pu
sh myself up to stand and face him. Kneeling before me, he holds the other stocking. This slow perusal of my body is a new kind of torture. I’m tempted to straddle him—bring him to the brink with me.

  But before that thought can be realized, he palms my calf and guides my toes into the stocking. He slowly drags it up my leg and, when he reaches my thigh, angles my leg over his shoulder. He grabs my ass, forcing my hips forward.

  I tense as he sucks me into his mouth, his tongue firm and purposeful as it flicks over my clit. My hands go to his hair, gripping, needing support as I balance between ecstasy and falling. But my leg doesn’t give out. I press into him, demanding. My body ordering him not to stop.

  Only right when I feel the wetness slick my thighs, he pulls back. A moan of discontent slips free, and he groans. “Hand me the garter belt.” I can hear the strain in his voice, the constraint.

  It puts a wicked smile on my face to know he’s near breaking, too. I reach behind, grab the garter, dangle it above him. His eyes blaze with want as he tugs it from my grasp.

  “You sure dressing me is what you really want to do?”

  A smile slants his mouth. “Right this second…I really want to taste that sassy mouth.” He rises onto his feet and cups my face, his lips crash against mine.

  I reel back from the impact, desperate to find my footing and push all of my desire back against him…but just as quickly, he steps away, leaving me breathless and needy.

  He stretches out the garter, testing its elasticity. “This could be put to better use,” he says, slipping the black material around my waist. “But we’ll save that for another night, too.” As he connects the clasps, he works the belt down around my hips, his fingers dragging possessively over my skin.

  Dropping to his knees, he cups my hips and nips the tender flesh of my belly. I flinch, and he continues to kiss and bite his way toward my mound. Taking his time there, he runs a strap of the belt through his fingers—the same way I’ve seen him toy with his ropes—then tugs it down where he attaches it to the stocking.

  With just as much finesse and tenderness, he clasps the other ends of the garter belt to my stockings, his eyes intense, his purpose to claim me pouring through him with every exchange.

  My eyes are closed, my whole body one heartbeat, trusting him and anticipating his next move. I feel the heat of his skin against my nipples. They pebble, just as desperate for his attention. He never denies me.

  He eases my arms into the straps of my bra, slowly, delicately, bringing them up to rest along my shoulders. The cups hang open at the swell of my breasts where he cups me and lowers his mouth to one nipple.

  I tilt my head and arch my back, pressing as close to him as he’ll allow. And as he transitions from one breast to the other, sending an erotic tingling right to my core, I squeeze my thighs together, capturing him there.

  His teeth bear down on me, scraping my nipple as he rocks his hips, thrusting his hard cock between my clenched thighs. “I’m going to bury myself in you, goddess…”

  His whispered promise against my skin heightens my arousal, and my hands cling to his back, my nails seeking purchase to sustain me.

  Before he gives in to his desire to do just that, he forcefully breaks away. His clear blue eyes are ablaze with his every intent, unleashing a thrill within me. He draws the clasps of my bra together. My breasts feel heavy and achy, trapped and unsatisfied. But he continues to fondle them through the bra. He bites deeply, sinking his teeth into the padding, spiking my desire.

  Backing up a step, he swings his gaze to the dress laid out on the bed. I’m so far from being ready—I’m damn near angry that I have to put it on.

  As if reading my thoughts, he says, “The night you wore a red dress for me, and I had you on my bench…I had to forcefully restrain myself from taking you.” His hands curl into fists. “I wanted to tear your clothes from your body. That’s what you do to me, goddess. Make me into some kind of animal. But knowing you’re going out there…to meet him? I’m feral. Marking my territory. Covering you in my scent.” He draws closer, his body a fire-hot torch of lust. Then he reaches toward the bed and snags the dress.

  Without request, I lift my arms above my head. His arms circle me, and I can feel the muscles of his arms flexing along my waist as he bunches the dress before he raises his arms alongside mine.

  The satin material glides down my arms, whisper-soft, then travels over my body. Gently towing the hem down, Colton drags the dress toward my thighs. The material embraces my skin in a perfect fit as it molds to my curves.

  He pushes my wrists behind my back, where he links them together with his hands. Trailing his lips over my neck, delivering soft kisses, he whispers, “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”

  A short time ago, that one word could decimate me—but Colton has given me ownership over it. I never want him to stop saying it—to stop seeing me as his beautiful goddess. I wriggle a hand free and find the band of his boxers. He doesn’t stop me—wants me just as badly in this moment.

  I push his boxers down and feel the spring of his erection against my stomach. Hard, needy, mine. Only he doesn’t allow me the same indulgence. He has me in his arms and lifted against his chest before I can taste him.

  My back meets the wall, and it’s as if he needs to devour me whole—his hands seek my center, his fingers pushing inside me, readying me to take him—as his mouth and body pin me.

  “Fuck me, Colton,” I get out around his demanding kisses. “I need you hard and raw…inside me.”

  His growl rumbles against my chest as he positions his cock, his slick fingers rubbing me all over him before he thrusts up and drives into me. I wrap my legs around him as he braces my arm against the wall. He slams into me again so fierce, my spine protests; but my body accepts the pain, requires it. I dig my heels into his backside, challenging more.

  I’m untethered, but so completely bound to him. With every thrust, I climb. With every whisper of love and profession of lust, I know I can never be contented by this man—I will always need. But just as surely as he makes me insatiable, he fulfills me—utterly.

  The overflow of emotion is almost painful. I am not a hollow vessel. I am not unfeeling or broken—I feel to the depth of my soul. The darkest part of me is alive—it stirs with an abundance of sensation and love.

  And that emotion wraps around us now as Colton pushes off the wall and cradles me in his strong arms. Gripping my shoulders, he plunges into me, deep and claiming. He stays there, filling me, demanding I take all of him. As he carries me to the bed, he lies back, offering me his control.

  I’m empowered by the look in his eyes—the one daring me to accept every part of him in return. Linking my fingers through his, I rock my hips, loving the way his teeth sink into his lip at the feel of me tightening around him.

  “Finish me, goddess,” he says, his voice a low rasp.

  It drives my desire to the brink—and I speed my movements, taking him deeper, almost unable to bear it the harder he becomes. But we were designed for each other—my channel slicking against him and welcoming his sizable length.

  He releases my hand to clamp it around my nape, drawing me to him as he pushes up. His lips find mine, caressing hard. Passionate. His grip tightens as I moan against him, my back arching, forcing him to curve his hips as he drives into me with fierce need.

  As my orgasm grabs hold, I raise up. His hands go to my thighs, gripping and guiding, as I let my head fall back. Completely lost to him. Our rhythm intensifies, and we meet each other with heavy, powerful thrusts that send me right over the edge.

  He curses, and the guttural sound of his voice fires off a pulsing deep within my core. It surges into my stomach, my back. Through my whole body. A flowing current. My hips work harder, rocking and slamming against him as he thrusts to meet me each time. His fingers dig into my skin as his hands anchor to my hips.

  And as I ride the electric currents, my hips undulating and swirling, his hip digs into my thighs as he arches and begins t
o pulse deep inside me. I fall against his chest, mine rising and falling in quick succession with his.

  His fingers slide into my hair as he presses a tender kiss to the top of my head.

  Inhaling his scent, allowing it to comfort me, keeping the night ahead at bay just a moment longer, I say, “We’re going to need a second dress.”

  The rattle of his laugh tickles my chest. “Another round?”

  I lift up, capturing his lips in an intimate kiss. Then I smile. “I’m game.”

  13

  Final Act

  Sadie

  An unmarked van is stationed two blocks from The Lair. Within, there’s an assembled team with eyes and ears inside the club. Special Agent Proctor has Feds on the inside as well as the outside, and Quinn has the techs linked up to the club surveillance, sending a feed right to the monitors inside the van.

  It’s a perfect sting operation—that is, if it weren’t for the fact that it’s completely bogus.

  “Are you sure the UNSUB won’t show here?” Quinn asks as he clips a wire to the inside of my dress collar.

  I tried to convince him that the wire was unnecessary—that the UNSUB will make sure I discard any monitoring equipment before he approaches me, but Quinn was adamant. I wasn’t leaving his sight until I was bugged. I might’ve been wrong when I thought Carson would suffer the most; Quinn has never been able to accept anything less than orderly. And this scheme is anything but organized.

  “This place is crawling with FBI,” I say, noting an agent trying and failing to pass himself off as a member of a BDSM club. Dressed in all vinyl, he sports a chain belt with handcuff buckle. If my insides weren’t numb with adrenaline, I might laugh. “One sure-fire way to keep a suspect away? Send in the FBI. If I can spot them, the UNSUB already knows they’re here. Besides, you did a good job of leaking the operation around the department. He knows where the set-up is happening.”

  Quinn lowers his hands from my dress with an audible exhale. “Tell me again how you know this will work?”