Page 112 of Breaker

Guilt washes over me for not telling him this morning that the birth control implant was removed so he could make an informed decision about having sex with me. He’s obviously worried.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Do you have protection?”

A guttural noise escapes that I can’t decipher.

“Pulling out is only—“ My words are cut off as his lips press to mine.

“I’m not pulling out.” He clasps my hands. His lips leave mine and he shifts me onto my back, then positions himself over me, pushing my hand away to unzip his pants and free himself. “Open. Open those legs for me, Little Red.”

My thighs part as his palm lands on my knee, shoving them open. He kneels between them, one of his knees on the cushion of the couch, his other leg propped on the floor. He grips my hips with one large hand and brutally pulls me to him as he guides himself toward my entrance.

“Breaker,” I gasp, my hand flying up to flatten against the armrest as he inches into me but stops when I whimper. The sting of my pussy stretching around him is overwhelming.He’soverwhelming. Feral in his need.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pulling out before slowly easing back in, forcing my body to accept him.

My eyes close, my pussy stretching to the point the sting is too much. I bite my lip, wincing, trying to take him without crying out as he slips slightly deeper.

“Look at me.” He grips my cheeks. “Fucking look at me, dirty girl.”

My eyes open and settle on his face. Jaw clenched, brows knit, eyes bright blue and wild, he looks unhinged. Untamed.

“I’m about to fuck you rough. Hard.” That savagery in his voice has slick heat pooling between my thighs, helping in ease his cock into me deeper. “That’s it. Fu-ck.”

He drives forward, pushing, inching. I whimper, spreading my legs wider.

“Come on, Little Red, you can take it. I need to be inside you. I’m about to lose my mind.”

I nod, knowing. My heart feels frantic, not just beating wildly, but desperate to relieve the ache that’s settled. With my hand still on the armrest, I use my other hand to circle my clit, his eyes following every movement as he continues to slide himself inside inch by inch. Then he’s fully inside me and begins moving, driving in slow but steadily increasing in speed and force with each thrust.

Breaker grips my ankle and lifts it onto his shoulder, bracing my heel. His other grips my hip to pinning me in place. The angle makes him slip in even deeper, and I cry out at the slight pain of him moving too deeply into me, but arch my back, wanting more. Needing more.

“Fuck, Little Red, you take my cock so well for such a tiny girl,“ he grates through gritted teeth. “Suck my cock deep in your pussy, you greedy thing. Yes, just like that. Take all of it.”

He thrusts harder, almost brutally. This morning was soft and sweet, but now it’s rough, with harsh grips and nails digging into my flesh. His teeth sink into my calf, his tongue trailing over my ankle, his animalistic groans echoing around us.

“I can’t hold on much longer, beautiful,” he rasps. “I need you to come.”

His hand on my hip moves to join mine on my clit. He dips his head and spits, using his thumb to spread the wetness over my sensitive nub. My blood zings with heat and I push back against him, forcing him to fuck me harder. Faster and deeper.

“Fu-ck,“ he grates, head thrown back as he thrusts forward with more force, movements turning sloppy, his thumb circling faster with more pressure. “Your pussy is so fucking tight.”

The sight of him losing control pushes me over the edge. I break, screaming as pleasure courses through me, my back arching and my nails digging into his skin. My hips rock against him as I ride out the orgasm.

A wave of heat floods me and his deep, guttural groan grates through the room. By the time I gather my senses, he’s already pulling me up and onto his lap, still buried deep inside me. He grips my hips, guiding me up and down on his still hard cock in slow, deliberate strokes, thoroughly fucking his cum deeper and deeper into me.

“We need to stop,” he says, although it sounds like he’s trying to convince himself. “We don’t have much time before he arrives, and you have to go.”

“Go?” My heart aches at the thought of leaving him. I know logically that I have to return, and he has to resume his role. Rune sent him an invitation just like they wanted.

“Yes, go, Little Red.” He kisses me softly, achingly tender. “But remember, even if you can’t see me, I’m always with you, keeping you safe.”

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Thirty minutes later, Clyde storms into the factory, his eyes ablaze with deadly intensity, fingers twitching at his side like he’s ready to strangle someone. When he pins me with those dark eyes, I know we’re going to have a talk later about what he walked in on last night.

I narrow my eyes at him. Yeah. We’re going to talk. He’s been feeding the men information for years.

“Did you forget how phones work?” Clyde snaps, glaring at Breaker behind me, hands on my shoulders, warm chest to my back. “You’re having drinks with Zane in a few hours.”

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