Page 85 of Drawn Blue Lines

“Yes!”

“Goddamn, you drive me crazy!” His thrusts became faster, harder, more brutal, and I felt his cock jerk inside me. He was about to come, and the sickest part of this whole thing was knowing that flung me over the edge first.

“¡Valió la pena morir por esto!” I screamed until my voice shattered, my body convulsing violently around him.

“Fuck!” My release triggered his, and he gave one final thrust before roaring out my name, his body jerking as he came inside me. Exhausted and spent, he slumped on top of me, his chest molding against my back as his hand braced on the hood.

Neither of us spoke a word, and the rain continued to pelt us as if trying to wash away what we’d just done. But that was impossible.

He did exactly as I asked. He broke me, but it didn’t fix me. Instead of turning me into a blank slate, all he created were jagged shards of glass.

Brody exhaled hard, his breath fanning against my neck as he pulled away. Pushing up on his palm, he stared down at me as I stood to fix my dress. “I should apologize.”

“I told you to do it.”

He shook his head, his blond hair now wet and stuck to his forehead. “Not for that. I sure as hell won’t apologize for what happened. I meant for not thinking clearly enough to…Adriana, I—”

“You didn’t use a condom. I know.”

His eyes narrowed. “And you’re not mad?”

“Look, I’m clean, and you’re still not over Saint Eden, so I know you are too. It’s not a big deal. Don’t worry.”

“That’s not all that can happen.” He said the words slowly as if I were a child. I knew exactly what he was implying, and I was tired of the inquisition.

“I said, don’t worry.” Picking up my shoes, I headed toward the door, the earth squishing under my bare feet. I heard his footsteps close behind me, so I picked up my pace. Barely two feet from the door, he swung me around to face him.

“Why did you say this was worth dying for?”

“What?”

“You yelled it in Spanish. Why did you say it?”

Damn. I forgot he knew basic Spanish.

“No reason.” I jerked away from him, only to have him pull me back.

“Are you seriously shutting me out now? Now? After what we just did?” He flung his uninjured arm back toward the car as if it were a shrine.

This was what I was afraid of. This is why I knew it was a bad idea.

I tried to remember how it felt to hate him. How much I wanted to destroy everything good in his life when he destroyed me. But the driving hatred that brought me to Houston was gone.

He broke that too.

So instead, I fueled myself with hatred for wanting something I could never have.

I curled my lips into a cold sneer. “What we just did was fuck, Brody. Nothing more. I gave you my body—it doesn’t give you access to anything else. Stay in your lane or go back to Val. I have no problem handling this on my own.”

I’d just twisted the doorknob when his accusation hit my ears.

“Or with Vergara.”

I whipped back around, eyes blazing. “Are you deaf? I said by myself! I don’t want either of you.”

“Does it matter what I want?” he asked, his voice dangerously calm.

He didn’t move, his gaze steady as he watched me. I’d asked him to break me. My words. My request. None of this was his fault, yet I kept my eyes averted as I returned the favor.

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