Page 149 of Dare To Break

Taking that as a good sign, I swirl my tongue around it. One second, I’m sitting on the coffin. The next, I’m on my feet in the dark with a muscled chest pinning me to the side of the stone.

“Are you going to cower, Kitten? Are you going to let them win?”

My anger rises, and I shove at him, exploding into a struggle. “I’m going to fight.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“I am going to fight you, and I’m not too weak to play.”

With a hard jerk, he has me against the hardness of his torso, and I flinch, automatically expecting pain, but it doesn’t come.

“There’s the girl I know.” His nose skims my cheek.

Hips pressing into mine, he slowly grinds into me. Lust roars through me, and I melt into him willingly, reveling in the sensation.

The hand on my jaw slides to my neck and squeezes gently, the fingers of his other hand tangling in my hair. “Don’t let go of that anger. Use it. Feed it. Don’t back down.”

I wait for his lips to find mine but instead, they land back on my neck. He groans against my flesh, the vibration making me shiver.

My hands grope out in the dark landing on something soft covering his shoulders. Skimming a path down to his biceps, I dig my nails into the corded muscles under the material of his hoodie.

He nuzzles the spot just below my ear. A needy throb is pulsing between my legs, aching with an unfamiliar urge to be filled. My heart spins wildly and I tilt my hips to meet his movements. We’re practically dry humping each other with our clothes on.

His fingertips leave my jaw to trail down to my collarbone, then lower to cover my breast through my clothes. I burn where he touches, the places he leaves tingling in its wake.

A tongue circles my earlobe. “Don’t ever stop fighting.”

I whimper in response, rubbing myself frantically against the hardness poking into my stomach, trying to alleviate my ache.

A hand closes over mine. Guiding it down, he brings it to something solid between his legs. My breath hitches. I don’t resist as he dips my fingers beneath the waistband of his sweats. The tips of my fingers brush something rigid, hot, and velvety.

“Touch me.” He whispers, ratcheting up my arousal.

I curl my fingers tentatively around his cock, his hand still controlling my movements. He shudders at my touch, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I caress his length up and down, hesitantly at first, unsure what to do, then faster when his hand urges me into a steady pumping rhythm.

He grunts. “Squeeze harder.”

Clenching my fingers, I feel his cock jerk beneath them.

The way he moans in pleasure has me wanting to give him everything. Being like this makes my world a little more bearable. It’s a drug, and I’m high on it. It doesn’t matter that he’s not touching me because I feel heady with a sense of power I’ve never experienced before.

His hips lurch into my hand. I continue to stroke him until a sticky warmth coats my palm and fingers. He sags against me, and groans softly. The darkness cocoons us, and it’s as though we’re in our own little world. The only thing I can hear is the sound of his harsh breathing.

I rub my cheek against the side of his head, his hair a soft pillow. Emotions tremble inside me, but I don’t try to define them.

He’s dared me to fight.

And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

Chapter 96

Eli

I should move away, send her back to the dorm. I’m risking everything standing this close to her. If she realizes who I am right now, there’s no way she’ll believe I haven’t planned this. But her hands on me were the last thing on my mind when I came to find her.

When my breathing steadies, I lift my head and carefully draw her hand out of my sweats.

“You need to go back before curfew starts.”

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