Page 34 of Break You

I yanked at his thick blond hair like I wanted to uproot it, and clawed at his face and neck. He clamped his hand around the base of my throat, squeezing hard, using the other hand to yank at first my jacket, and then my pajama shirt. The force sent the buttons pinging in all directions. I made a mental note to be pissed off—they were my favorites, a gift from Kik, the previous Christmas.

I hadn’t been wearing a bra at home, and when I’d left my apartment, I’d decided that the effort to put one on outweighed the possibility that my tits were a little too big to be wild and free.

When Xavier’s hand met with bare flesh, I was amused by the surprised hitch of his voice. He tore his lips away from mine to look down at my chest.

“Shit.” The word was hardly out of his mouth before he was dipping his head, lowering his lips to my breasts. He sucked hard on the side of one, while pinching both nipples. As my body responded to the new sensations, he raked his teeth over my skin, stopping to lightly bite my nipple. It was just the right side of pleasure and pain.

He switched to the other breast repeating the move. When he was done, I stretched down to pull his T-shirt out from the waistband of his black jeans, and up toward his shoulder, revealing his toned abs. I raked my nails up them, enjoying the sight of the red tracks left in their wake. As Xavier straightened up fully, I pulled his T-shirt up further, and he pulled it off.

He might have been a total asshole, but I couldn’t deny that he was hot as hell. I watched while his firm chest heaved as he struggled for breath. Aroused beyond belief, I pulled my eyeline down to the bulge in his pants before lifting my gaze to meet his icy-blue stare. There was nothing warm or soft in the way he was looking at me. His features held a look of contempt that I was sure was reflected in my own.

He pulled impatiently at the waistband of my pajama pants, the force causing me to crash into his hard body. As I stepped out of my pants, I grappled at the buttons and zipper of his jeans, my hands trembling. He stopped raking over my body to help free himself, and only then noticed that I was naked. I’d decided that without a bra, there would be little point in putting on panties, either, so I’d also gone commando.

“Jesus, fuck.” I guessed he meant that as a term, if not of endearment, then at least of appreciation. If the way he grabbed me to him, again smashing his mouth on mine, was anything to go by, my hunch was correct. “You piss me off so much.” His voice was hoarse and ragged.

“Ditto. You represent everything I despise.” I sounded the same—like I’d just run a marathon.

“I hate that I want you as much as I do.” He wasn’t the only one.

“Same. Fuck me from behind. I don’t even want to see your face when I come.” As the words left my mouth, I pivoted away from him, for the first time noticing the gym set up in the corner of the room. I reached for the chin-up bar, to brace myself. When Xavier didn’t immediately join me, I looked over my shoulder at him, watching as he pulled off his jeans and boxers. His dick sprang to attention, angry, proud, and ready for action. I watched as he rolled on a condom.

“Hurry up, before I change my mind.”

With those words, he joined me in two long strides. He reached out, and one hand squeezed tightly at my hip, while the other snaked round to clamp across my mouth.

“Shut up.” His voice was low and menacing, and in response I bit into his palm with all my might. “Shit!”

He pulled my hip back, roughly jerking my body into his. Barely hesitating a moment, he released me momentarily to guide his dick to my entrance. Replacing his hand on my hip, his long, strong fingers biting painfully into my flesh, he pushed hard inside me.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. I wanted to scream out, but he still had his hand clamped over my mouth.

The pleasure, mixed with anger, frustration and venom was a wild and heady combination.

“I want to screw you into oblivion.”

My body bucked at his words, and I hoped it was a promise, not a threat.

Xavier

She was beyond… well, just beyond. Anything and everything. For someone who pushed every one of my buttons outside of the bedroom, she ticked every box inside. As I drove roughly into her, she arched her spine in pleasure, and I could have come just from the sight of her taut, toned back, bowed for me like that. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

She pushed up and backward, tiptoeing to take more of me, and I pulled her toward me, pushing deeper and harder. The way she felt as she gripped me was so good, I almost thought the whole thing was a dream, or a figment of my imagination, and I was going to wake up to find my own hand gripping my dick, surrounded by soiled sheets.

I marveled that we could be so wrong together in any other situation, but there was no denying that physically, we were made for each other. Each thrust and clench was like a carefully orchestrated dance, to which only the two of us knew the moves.

I pushed in and out of her with everything I had, not caring about finesse. The sex wasn’t about romance and sensuality, it was rough and brutal, and exactly what we both needed. I cried out again as she clamped down on the soft flesh of my palm—which was still firmly wedged across her mouth—a second time.

“Fuck!”

It hurt like a bastard, but fueled me to drive into her even harder and faster. Each time I upped the ante, she responded accordingly, grinding into me, matching me stroke for stroke. I wouldn’t have figured her for the rough-sex type, but clearly, she was a book it was a mistake to judge by its cover.

I watched in rapt fascination as her body undulated beneath me, the toned muscles of her lean back and shoulders rippling with exertion. Physically, she was something else. It was just a shame that her glorious body came part and parcel with her not-so-sparkling personality. Being with her in any way was a catch-22. On the one hand, everything about the way she looked made me want to fuck her forward, backward, and sideways. On the other, I could barely stand to hear her breathe, let alone speak.

As the telltale tingle at the base of my spine became so overwhelming that I couldn’t fight it anymore, I slammed into her with all my might. She bit down even harder on my hand—I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d drawn blood—and tightened around me.

“I’m going to make you come so hard, you won’t even remember what day it is, Angry Girl.” I pulled my hand away from her mouth to place it on her other side and drew her back onto my dick hard and high.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Loaded Boy.”

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