Page 84 of Drawn Blue Lines

He didn’t say anything. He just stared at me as the rain pelted his smug face.

Letting out a frustrated scream, I did it again, this time harder and higher, connecting right below his eye. He still didn’t back down, turning back toward me with rage in his eyes.

I should’ve stopped. I should’ve backed off and begged him to leave me alone, but the anger and lust inside me ignited into a fire that burned out of control. Needing to lash out, I drew my arm back to slap him for a third time, but this time, he grabbed my wrist and held it tight while slamming me against the side of the car.

Brody’s chest rose and fell with labored breaths as I held mine. His hooded gaze settled on my mouth, and I stiffened as his other hand cupped my jaw. Panic tore through my body, but it wasn’t at being chased down or held immobile.

Don’t kiss me.

The words screamed over and over in my head until my mouth spoke them out loud.

Brody turned my chin to the side and whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry, princesa. It’s not your mouth I want tonight.”

I didn’t know who moved first, but in a blur of rain and frantic need, I found myself spun around and bent over the hood of the car. On instinct, my hands flew out in front of me and grasped onto the hood. Behind me, Brody jerked the hem of my dress over my hips, a groan tearing from his throat.

“Fucking beautiful.”

Anything could happen. He was in complete control, and as much as I should’ve loathed being at his mercy, I’d never wanted a man more.

Brody slipped two fingers under the string at my hip, and with a hard tug, ripped my panties off. I pressed my forehead against the metal, a broken moan battling with the rain as he sank two fingers inside me. The harder he pumped, the louder I became, not giving a damn who heard me.

“No running this time, Adriana. I’m giving us what we both want tonight.”

“Sí.” It was the only word I could manage.

“Say it.”

I opened my mouth to oblige him, then clamped it shut. He wanted me to beg him to fuck me. It wasn’t an outlandish request. A little overbearing, maybe, but not unreasonable. I did want him to fuck me, and I had no problem asking for it, but as the rain pelted my back, my own words came back to haunt me.

“Everyone causes cracks in me, Brody. Maybe you’ll be the one who finally breaks me.”

“Don’t fuck with me, princesa. I’ve had a shitty day. Say the words, or I’ll stand here and jerk off on this gorgeous ass of yours.”

“Break me,” I whispered.

Brody stilled. “I don’t want to break you.”

I didn’t believe him. However, it didn’t matter if he wanted to break me or not. This had nothing to do with him. Clinging to a life that was no longer mine kept me in a glass box filled with resentment and rage. Maybe I’d never learn to forgive or make peace with the wrongs done against me, but I didn’t want to close my eyes still trapped inside a prison of my own fears.

“You have to. It’s the only way to fix me.”

“Adriana…”

“Fuck me, Brody.”

Those three words were the key that unlocked the savage inside the suit. As if waking from a restless sleep, Brody roared, grabbing my hips and dragging me toward him. Pressing one hand on my back, he tore open his jeans and shoved them down his thighs. As if in response to his hunger, the rain came down harder, forming a secret wall between us.

It was because of that wall that I wasn’t prepared when he buried his cock deep inside me with one punishing thrust. The ferociousness of his possession buckled my knees, and I dug my nails into the car’s paint while crying out his name. Every time I tried to breathe, my body clenched around him, drawing a groan from his chest.

“Jesus Christ.”

Those two words were the calm before the storm. Or maybe they were a prayer for forgiveness for what was to come. It didn’t matter because only seconds later, he did exactly as I asked him to.

He broke me.

Vicious drives forced me up onto my toes, his hips slamming harder and harder into mine with each thrust. I cried. I begged. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the rain as he grabbed a handful of my hair while digging his fingers into my hip.

“Is this what you wanted? For me to make you cry?”

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