Broken Heart (The Broken Heart Series Book 1)

by Angel Rose

  “No…Margaret, do you want to stay with me tonight?” Tilly turned to Margaret wiping her tears with her hands.

  “Yes…but it’s a long way home. You live so far,” Margaret said in a panic.

  “You mean it’s far for him. Stay in a hotel, I don’t want to see your face!

  I’m taking the Jaguar!” she yelled at Eddie.

  “Michael, Jenesis, I’m sorry. Goodnight, I’ll call you.” I waved goodbye to them both. I didn’t even say a word and when I turned to look at Michael he seemed so tired and agitated from the drama, he looked like he just wanted to go home.

  Dave was lingering around, witnessing everyone else scrambling to get to where they needed to go, and stood on the sidewalk alone. He was hurt and I felt awful for him. Michael called the

  private car company and we waited a few minutes. Michael wrapped his arms around me and I leaned my head against his chest, paying attention to his heartbeat that was pounding rapidly. We

  stepped into the car and headed home. I was exhausted from everything that just happened. It’s always in an instant that something can get from zero to sixty when Dave is around. I hated that

  about him but, I loved him, too and I just wanted all of this madness to stop. Michael and I arrived at the loft and I stopped to kiss him before we entered.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked.

  “I’m sorry about tonight. Dave’s a good man, really he is,” I whispered.

  “Jenesis, Dave needs to control himself. He’s out of control…with everyone.”

  “I know, I just wanted to say, I’m really proud of you.”

  “Let’s go upstairs, I’m tired, and I have to go to the office tomorrow.”

  “Okay.” I didn’t push the conversation, and I felt as if he didn’t care what I had to say. We entered the loft, and Michael sat on the couch. I went straight to the bedroom to lie down on the bed. The door swung open and Michael walked in with nothing on except his tie.

  “I was looking for my clothes, did you see them?” My eyebrows raised as I watched him approach me. Everything was out in the open for me to admire. The view was perfect, and I couldn’t pry my eyes away from his delicious, muscle-ripped, body.

  “Michael, are you crazy?” I said, knowing that he was and I loved him for it.

  “Crazy for you?” he said as he sat on the bed next to me lifting my hand to grab his tie.

  “Michael, aren’t you tired?” I grabbed his tie and tugged it gently.

  “I’m never too tired for you,” he whispered. “Now, stand up. I want to remove your clothes so we can get down to our business.” He lifted me from the bed and propped me on my feet.

  “Shoes,” he said as he slid them off of my feet, his erection growing before my eyes.

  “Dress,” he whispered in my ear as he twirled me around to unzip my dress from behind. His strong hands gripping the zipper as he slid it down my back and slipped my dress off as it fell on the floor around my feet.

  “Bra,” he uttered as he kissed the back of my head while unsnapping my bra with one hand, and stroked my breast with the other, then pinched my nipples tenderly with his fingers, making them erect.

  “Panties,” he whispered against my breasts as he planted soft, wet kisses and sucked on my nipples, then slowly slid his tongue down to my belly button and licked it with the tip of his tongue making

  tiny circles around it. Michael placed his beautiful mouth on the rim of my panties, and then used his teeth to drag them down my thighs, then my legs.

  “Baby, sit.” He placed his hands on my shoulder and sat me down.

  “Why?” I said practically panting like a puppy. I knew what was coming and I couldn’t control myself.

  “To slip your shoes back on. You see that chair, hold on to the back of it. I want you…now,” he said firmly.

  I slipped on my stilettos and walked over to the chair. Michael dimmed the lights, allowing the lights from the street to light up the room through the window. He walked up behind me, pressing

  his erection against my ass and smacking it hard. He took both of his hands, wrapped them around my stomach, and then slid them between my thighs.

  “Hmmm…baby, you’re so wet.” He pushed his body up against me from behind and maneuvered his hand underneath my ass cheeks and in between my legs, and then slid his finger inside of me.

  “God baby, open your legs.” He turned me around and kneeled down, his mouth reaching my flesh, aching with pleasure at the mere sight of his lips pressing against me. I was trembling inside, eager for him to use his mass weapon of destruction, his tongue, to make me come fast and hard. “I need

  this baby, to taste you, all night long,” he whispered as his tongue stroked little circles around my clit, over and over again. I held on to the chair with my hands, gripping it tightly as I arched my

  back against it, my legs spread wide open as he continued to make me quiver with every lick and soft stroke of his tongue. I couldn’t hold it much longer and he knew it. He stopped abruptly and

  placed two fingers inside of me, and that’s when I lost it, my head fell back and my heart sprinted rapidly. My moans of pleasure encouraged him to finger me fast until I came…hard.

  “Oh God!” I cried out as I followed the rhythm of his finger, pushing against it. He pulled out and placed his velvet tongue on my clit, slowly sucking on it until I came apart in his mouth.

  “Oh my God! Michael!” I shouted as my muscles contracted, and my swollen clit pulsated in ecstasy. I tried to stand as my legs trembled from the explosion.

  “My turn, baby.” He licked his lips then he turned me around, and I glanced at his manhood glistening with the warm pre-cum at the tip. I was breathless, shaken, and dizzy from my release.

  He smacked my ass hard, making me want to come again right there and then. He spread my bottom cheeks apart with his hands and plunged into me softly, filling me up completely.

  Sometimes he was too much to take in. I could feel him deep, so deep, and it made me cry out his name, again.

  “Say my name, baby. I want to hear you,” he said as he slammed his rock hard beast into me again. He was so big and thick, I could hardly breathe, but I didn’t care. I loved every minute of him, pushing into me, softly, and then hard, fast and deep without stopping. I couldn’t get enough of him and I wanted him to hurt me because it felt so good. My mind was racing as he grabbed me by the shoulder with one hand and held me by the waist with the other, slamming into me from behind and fucking me hard, real hard. I held on tightly to the chair and at one point he slammed so hard into me I almost fell over it. He pulled me by hair to lift me from falling and that’s when I came…again. He plunged into me one last time, hard, as my muscles contracted around him. “Michael! Please!” I yelled. He was bucking wildly until his release came hard, and he yelled madly, “Jenesis, fuck! Fuck!” He grabbed my waist, thrusting into me until he couldn’t go any deeper. I looked at his face, and he was flushed, and his eyes were tightly shut. He leaned over on my back, lifted my hair, and kissed my neck tenderly, skimming my back with his teeth, while still jerking inside of me. My heart was banging against my chest at a rapid speed, and I needed to catch my breath, but I couldn’t move. I could feel his warm cum sliding down my thighs, and it only made me want him again. My clit continued to throb and if he touched me there, I was sure to come again.

  “Jesus, baby, I could fuck you for days, nonstop,” he whispered, out of breath. I was totally consumed and could come over and over while he was inside of me. Heaven on Earth, baby…that’s what you are to me, Michael, my heaven on Earth.

  CHAPTER 13

  It was time to go back to work. I hated Mondays. Michael was already at the office and the absence of his lucky blue tie that hung over the dresser mirror confirmed it. He loved that blue tie and

  always wore it on Mondays. I didn’t want to get out of bed, I felt lazy and worked up after a night of sex with Michael. I liked the rough stuff, and it seemed to turn me on
more and more every time

  we made love. The pulling of my hair, the smacking of my ass, and the slamming into me…hard, was erotic to me, and for a long time, I didn’t think I could enjoy it. I always felt guilty about the

  way it made me feel, but now, I really enjoyed it. I wanted to stray from the vanilla sex and I wanted him to show me more during our love making.

  I started preparing lunch when my cell phone rang.

  “Hello?”

  “Jenesis, it’s me Tilly.” Her voiced sounded strange.

  “Tilly? Are you okay?” I could hear her whimpering over the phone.

  “Jenesis, can we meet?” she said softly.

  “Of course, where are you?” I asked concerned.

  “I’m in front of your loft. Can I come up?”

  “Of course, I’ll buzz you in.” I buzzed her in and opened the front door and waited for her step off of the elevator.

  “Jenesis,” she said as she ran into my arms crying hysterically.

  “Tilly, My God, what is it?” I said as I held her tightly. We walked into the apartment and she was standing in the kitchen.

  “Jenesis, I’ve done it this time,” she cried.

  “What? What happened? Sit, Tilly, sit.” I escorted her by the elbow to the living room. I sat with her on the couch.

  “I didn’t know who to turn to,” she whispered.

  “What is it? You’re scaring me.”

  “I…I slept with Dave.”

  I gasped at the shock of what she said, and my eyes widened. I shook my head and released her.

  “Tilly, you did what? Better yet, when did you do that?” I asked clenching my hands together.

  “I was supposed to go home with Margaret last night, remember, but as we passed him as he stood in front of the restaurant, he waved at me, and I stopped. Margaret stepped out of the car, and he

  convinced her to go home in a cab. He said he would meet her there later. He waited for her to leave then he got in my car and we drove off. We parked on a side street and talked, and before I

  knew it I was straddling him in my car. I couldn’t help it…I was sexually attracted to him, and I’m ashamed to say this…I wanted him. He was so soft-spoken and twisted everything I said about

  Eddie to make him seem like he was the worst person in the world.” She started to sob. “What’s worse, I actually believed every word that came out of his mouth, and I’m beginning to think he

  was right. I was vulnerable and he took advantage of me.” I thought this was a joke. I couldn’t believe what she was saying, especially since she tried to pin everything they did just on Dave.

  “Tilly, I don’t know what to say,” I sighed, and I didn’t understand how she wanted me to respond to this.

  “I didn’t use protection.” She sobbed uncontrollably as her hands shook wildly.

  “Jesus Christ Tilly, are you fucking kidding me?” I shook my head and paced back and forth in the hallway. What was she thinking? How could she?

  “I know, I’m so ashamed. When we finished, he didn’t say goodbye, and he slammed the door shut. I felt like a whore, and I thought I would die.” She stood up and ran to the bathroom.

  “Tilly, please!” I yelled as she slammed the door in my face. I was startled when I heard keys jangling, and Michael opened the front door. My heart dropped to the floor.

  “Hey baby,” he said happily.

  “Michael,” I said shocked.

  “What’s wrong? You’re surprised to see me,” he said laughing. “I live here.”

  “Well, I just…” I said as Tilly walked out of the bathroom and stopped in her tracks when she saw Michael.

  “Tilly, hi,” he said as he approached her. She stepped back and walked around him.

  “I’ll talk to you later, Jenesis. Nice to see you, Michael.” She walked towards the door not looking back at me. Michael’s eyes followed her, and then he glanced my way.

  “Everything okay?” Michael asked.

  “Yeah, she was in the neighborhood,” I answered quickly to avoid him reading the expression on my face. I was out of my element and what Tilly just told me, made me sick. “I have to get ready for work. Would you like to grab a bite at the diner before I leave? I have plenty of time.”

  “Sure baby, but how about a bite of you.” He came up behind me and grabbed me by the waist and gave me baby bites on my neck.

  “I wish, but I have to take a shower,” I said walking towards the bathroom. “Me, too. Can I join you?” My mind was wrapped around what Tilly told me, but I couldn’t resist an invitation to take a shower with the man I loved and who always rocked my world.

  “Of course, but just one thing,” I whispered.

  “What?” He smirked.

  “Do you promise to fuck me into oblivion?” I said staring directly into his eyes.

  “Oh baby, you just bought yourself a fucking you’ll never forget,” he said.

  I used the word fuck like it wasn’t a bad, four letter word, and it felt good.

  I was ready for him, and I needed him to blow my mind so I wouldn’t have to think about what Tilly just revealed to me.

  He turned on the shower and set it at the right temperature, hot and steamy. I undressed as he sat on the rim of the tub removing his shoes and socks. He slipped out of his suit pants and removed

  his boxers. He unbuttoned his silk blue shirt slowly, and removed his blue tie as he scanned my naked body with his intense eyes. No matter how much I was used to living with Michael and

  waking up next to his beautiful face, I couldn’t get used to his stunning, intimidating eyes. I loved him so much, and he made me blush every time he looked at me. He motioned with his pointer

  finger for me to walk towards him. His erection was at full attention and I bit my bottom lip as I approached him.

  “I wanted you all day,” he whispered in my ear.

  “Me, too.” I nuzzled my nose against his chest.

  “I love you, Jenesis. I love you so much.” He kissed my forehead and nose.

  “I love you, more,” I whispered.

  He grabbed my hand as we entered the shower together, the warm water falling upon us, making our bodies slippery and wet for the occasion. I rubbed my body against his, sliding my ass up and down against his growing erection. He turned me around and cupped my face in his hands and

  kissed me passionately, sliding his tongue across my lips and into my mouth, swirling it with mine as the shower water trickled down against our faces. It was so sensual, and as he slid his hands up

  and down my body, I found myself thinking about the way I wanted him to fuck me. He grabbed me, lifted me up, and I placed my legs around his waist, sliding me up and down his erection as he

  lifted my ass in the air to slowly push himself inside of me. He pounded me against the cold hard tiles and it made me shiver internally. I was wet and throbbing in an instant, and I couldn’t believe

  how quickly he could fuck me into oblivion. Nothing else around me mattered, only his hands, his lips, his tongue, my grip on his manhood with my muscles contracting to hold him inside of me

  forever. I needed everything he could give me and he gave it to me, hard and fast. He banged me against the tiles, pulling on my wet hair and biting gently on my shoulder. I slammed my hips

  against him feeling the friction of his shaft sliding up and down against my clit. The pressure was building, and I could feel it in my core as my heart pounded against my chest. He pushed into me

  deeper finding that spot that would send me flying, up there, in heaven where only he could take me. He slid his finger between by ass cheeks in a place that was forbidden, and I flinched, but as

  soon as he stroked his finger in and out a few times, I yelled out his name, “Michael!” I grabbed on to his shoulders, as I pushed back against his finger and I lost my mind, coming apart harder

  than I did the night before. He couldn’t control his urge to push himself right through as he heard my cries, and
it only took seconds before he slipped his finger out of me, grabbed my ass tightly,

  slamming me back against the tiles, pumping into me fast and deep until he found his release and came inside of me. We were both breathless and he could barely hold on to me. We held each other and I kept my legs wrapped around him until I stopped contracting and he stopped jolting inside

  of me. We were exhausted and his eyes met mine, then he placed his forehead against mine staring at me, giving me a beautiful smile with those heart shaped lips. The water was still flowing above

  our heads, and I kissed his lips as he slid me down his body. He shut off the water, and I slowly got out of the shower, grabbed a towel and then I handed him one.

  “You better get ready for work. I’m going back to the office. The aftermath of this case is killing me,” he said as he dried off his hair.

  “What’s going on?” I asked curiously.

  “I’m feeling the aftermath of helping Stephen Marquis go free. No matter how many times they rearrested him, we got him off. We got a couple of death threats. We had to change the office number and the locks on the office front entrance and back door.” My mind went blank for a

  minute. If anything were to ever happen to Michael, I would die. “I want you to be careful, watch your back.” He slipped his boxers on and walked over to the closet and pulled out his dark navy

  blue suit, pink shirt and dark blue tie. I sat on the bed staring at him as he dressed himself in front of the mirror. His black wet hair was slicked back, and his blue-green eyes sparkled in the

  reflection of the bedroom light in the mirror. I was jealous that he was more beautiful than I was, not an ounce of make-up and no mascara needed, how could someone be so damn gorgeous.

  “Wow, this is serious.” I cocked my head to the side looking for his reaction through the mirror.

  “Yeah, especially since he’s a millionaire. Marquis Oil company overseas, helping people in need, that’s his slogan. Can you imagine what people are saying right now? Everyone thinks since he got away with murder, we’ll be finding more murdered women soon. They don’t realize that when