Page 148 of Breaker

When he drives in I cry out from the shock of being so full so fast, the pain of him hitting deep, so sharp, the stretch of him inside me too much. The hair on his thighs hits the back of my legs, calloused fingers gripping me tightly.

“Fu-ck,“ he breathes, voice raspy. “You’re so tight. So wet and perfect.”

I whimper, unable to form words.

“Oh, Kitten.” Reaper starts to move, each stroke hitting deep, hard. Harder. Faster. “Oh,fuck.”

With tears soaking the blindfold, whimpers slipping out with each harsh thrust of his hips, I wrap my fingers around the rope and hang on. There’s a terrible ache in me, but I don’t know how to soothe it. I just know I need more of him. He’s consuming, owning my body, but it’s not enough.

Reaper’s grip tightens on my thighs. “Are you going to let me spread you open like this for Striker?”

“Yes,” I moan.

“You want to come all over his cock again? Tied up and dripping with my cum?”

“Yes.”

“Viper?”

“Please, yes.”

“Breaker?”

I can only manage a whimper, the images he’s planting searing through me.

“Our Baby Girl? Are you going to come all over her tongue? All over her pretty little fingers?”

“Yes,” I sob.

“You’re going to kiss her, and lick her pretty little clit, and show her how much you missed her when I get her back.”

It’s not a question. It’s a command. “Yes,” I weep, my chest tightening and expanding all at once.

He drives in harder. “Oh, fuck. I want to feel you come on my cock, Kitten. Give me another one.” He groans, hitting in so deep I cry out from the pleasure twisted with pain.

A hand weaves around my throat, fingers digging into my pulse. It squeezes. Presses hard. Air gets trapped under his grip.

“Fucking mine.” The slick sound of flesh on flesh fills the room as he fucks me harder. “Say it.”

“Yours,” but I can barely get the words out.

“Ours.” The pressure eases and fingers slip between my lips, hooking my jaw. “Say it.”

It’s impossible to form words with his fingers in my mouth but I try. It comes out garbled, yet he still praises me.

“That’s right, my sweet girl. Ours.” His voice is strangled, broken groans fracturing his words as he drives in harder. A sting of pain sears through me but it tangles up with the desperate ache inside me, heating it until it’s molten pleasure. “You. Belong. To. Us.”

His fingers leave my mouth, dragging wetness down my body to my clit. I hear him spit. Wet heat hits my pussy then a finger circles it over the too sensitive nub.

It’s too much. Too good.

“Please.” The word breaks on a scream. “Please let me come.Please.“ My pussy clenches, and I tumble over, my mind breaking apart, a splintered cry filling the room.

I don’t know if he gives me permission because the world disappears and it’s just him moving into me, my orgasm ripping apart my body, destroying me.

Faintly I hear his gravelly moan, then, “Oh, fuck. Squeeze my cock. Just like that.” Reaper’s finger stops circling, and I feel his thumb hook my cheek. My head is jerked to the side, exposing my neck. Instinctively, I clamp my lips around it, sucking, tasting sweat and male and wild heat. His body molds to mine and his hot tongue glides from my collarbone up to my neck, leaving fiery heat in his wake. Teeth dig harshly into my flesh as Reaper latches on, savagely biting my neck.

I cry out from the pain of his bite, my walls clenching, my body thrumming from the possessive claim.

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