Page 34 of Breaking Storm

Say the word.No.Yes.Damnit! How can I say anything when I don’t have the answer?

Joey’s hands slip under the dress, caressing my ribs, as the dress slips down my shoulders to the middle of my arms. His mouth wanders from my neck to my shoulders, taking in long inhales, darting out his tongue for a taste. He lowers the dress until it pools at my feet.

I’ve yet to say anything. My body communicates with his without prompts from thought. There’s no controlling it. I’m soaking wet between my thighs, and when his large hands turn me around, my eyes deceive me. They’re glazed over and my breathing quickens.

Joey drops to his knees, looks up at me, and for a moment, we’re caught in our own silent questions. Our eyes begging the other for an answer to whether this is okay. When I remain mute, his eyes drop to my stomach. He leans in and places a tender kiss on it. I gulp in a breath of air and close my eyes. The warmth and slight wetness of his lips are like home, settling my nerves, and heating me from the inside out.

My back is against the wall. The tips of his fingers skim up and down my legs while his lips serenade me. His mouth writes an ode on my skin. He continues to glide one hand over my leg while he raises the other and places it over his shoulder, never stopping his ode creation. Arms straight out to my sides, hands flat against the wall, my breaths become feverish. My wetness lubricates my inner thighs. I’m at his mercy in only a bra, thong, black lace thigh highs, garter belt, and heels, but his fingers wrap around the strings of my thong, yanking until they break. I thrust my pelvis upward in need of him. In quick movements, he tears off his clothes, completely naked, and returns to his knees.

Joey places one leg over his shoulder, followed by the other. My eyes pop open as he stands, and I slide up the wall. It’s the only thing supporting me, but I easily forget. His hands massage my ass, thumbs opening up my lower lips, and his mouth covers my core. Hooking my feet around his back, my head taps against the wall, and I arch my back. His tongue drags from opening to clit, dances there, before dragging downward, holding me wide open. It's nirvana. I turn all thoughts off to flourish in the sensations. I’m panting, whisperingJoeywhile I grind my pussy into him. My thighs quiver and close a bit, but it doesn’t deter him. Every massage of his hand and dance of his tongue brings me closer to my release, and then his tongue slides inside of me. This is as close as we can get. Face and tongue buried in my pussy. He wiggles his tongue, slides it out, drags it up, and furiously batters my clit. My body locks. I scream his name, feel a gush of wetness, and the uncontrollable aftershocks and tremors run from head to toe.

The only sounds in the room are our breathing. Joey’s breath is a breeze between my legs and the sound of it is sexy as hell. I feel myself slipping down the wall, hands splayed against it, until my legs dangle over his forearms and he’s buried inside me. We both moan as his thick cock throbs, and I tighten my pelvic muscles, forcing him to grunt. Holy hell, this man’s noises are foreplay enough.

Our eyes lock and Joey remains motionless. We’re searching each other’s faces. His usual mint green eyes are a deep green, lips wet and swollen of me, and strands of hair plaster to his forehead. This man is divine. He steps back from the wall. I instinctively wrap my arms around his shoulders to hold on to something. Joey presses his lips against my forehead and keeps them there as his cock begins to leave me empty, and then advances hard, settling back inside me. His pelvis picks up speed. I’m coiled around him like a snake in a tree, and his hold is bruising. But I don’t care. With enough pressure to leave a mark, I bite his shoulder to muffle my scream when my thirst is quenched. Joey ramming into me extends my orgasm.

He walks us to the bed and falls back, rolling to the side, repositioning us until he’s on top between my legs, still hard inside me. He balances on his forearms, propelling in and out. His sweat drips on my face, and I love it. My hips shove upward, meeting his. If I didn’t see it with my own eyes, I’d never believe a guy had this much speed when it came to fucking. Joey’s a high-speed train, heading toward an orgasm. His one arm snaps up, grips the headboard, thrusting two more times before he comes undone. I hear a crack in the headboard as his hand tightens.

Shivers run through him as he moansTeainto my hair.

My nickname on his satisfied lips has me hugging him tight. I don’t want to let go of what we just experienced. An explicit rawness of desire neither of us could deny. My dislike for him blurs. He’s taken so much from me. He’s given so much, too. Joey’s playing tug-of-war with my heart.

Chapter 14

I LISTEN TO THE PADLOCK swing in the air for the umpteenth time and smack against my body. It zaps every nerve. My eyes are swollen closed from the beating. I clench my jaw to fight the pain. Secured to metal cuffs on the wall and floor at my wrists and ankles, I’m covered in sweat. James’ vehemence is manifested in fists, padlocks, and kicks. He hasn’t liked how I stood in the way of him getting to know Teagan in a nasty way. Or how I almost started a war with Devane’s Deviants, even though it’s only a figment of his imagination. According to my old man, I need to be brought down a notch. To learn respect.

He's sadistic. I’ve been at the receiving end of his punishments my entire life. If it’s not physical, it’s psychological. I’m given a short leash, and any slight deviation warrants one of his lessons. James has ruined my life. Ripped away the one person I’ve loved. Stolen part of my humanity because of all the despicable things he’s forced me to do. A puppet with chains as strings, and a heart that grows darker by the minute. And then Teagan is put in my path.

As the agony courses throughout my body, I think back to two days ago when I buried my face and cock in Teagan. I got high from her sweet honey smell. Those gorgeous denim-colored eyes delighting in the way I made her feel. Afterwards, I wrapped her in my arms. And her touch… what I had been waiting for…

Whoosh!

Thud!

This time I cry out in pain from the crack in my leg, which buckles and leaves me half hanging from the wall.

James grabs my face. “Have you learned your lesson?”

I don’t respond because I can’t. My breathing is limited. I’m broken everywhere.

He shoves my face to the side as he says to one of his loyal pieces of shit goons, “Drop him off on his front steps. Let it be a warning to everyone who sees and hears of it.” He shouts at me, “I will not be disrespected, you miserable fuck!”

A door opens and footsteps fade. They unlock the shackles and I crumple to the ground. Without a care, they pick me up, and I scream in excruciating pain. My body is on fire. There isn’t a spot on me that isn’t battered. In the car, I flinch and grit my teeth from every bump and pothole they hit, which I’m sure is on purpose. The car stops, and I’m carried by my arms and legs and literally tossed onto the porch. One asshole rings the bell, and the cowards take off.

I cough, rolling onto my side, and spit out blood. My body is throbbing and shaking out of control, and I’m trying to catch my breath, but it gets harder to breathe. I can only see through a slit in one eye.

The front door opens. Teagan gasps and crouches down next to me. “Joey!” Her hands are unsteady. She lets out a painful whisper. “What happened to you?”

She runs inside and returns, telling me everything is going to be okay while tucking a pillow under my head.

Then I hear, “Sean! Joey’s hurt.”

I don’t know what he’s saying, but she’s explaining how I look, which doesn’t sound good. With the amount of hits I took today, I’m not sure I’ll make it out alive. Teagan’s holding my hand, crying, and saying things to console me. But it’s weak. We both know what this life can do to us, and this just might be my time. A car door slams, and Sean curses.

He’s near my ear as he says, “Joe. I’m going to pick you up and put you in the car.”

Teagan argues, “No! We need to call an ambulance.”

“And bring attention to what happened? We don’t even know what happened, but we have to keep a low profile, Teagan.”

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