Page 32 of Breaker

“Come,” he says, taking my hand and leading me to the door. My heart races with uncertainty as we approach his bedroom, but I follow half curious, half scared of why we’re going to his bedroom, when I remember his naughty drawer.

“Why are we going to your room?” I ask, my voice breathy just thinking about why he wants me in his room, but we’re at his bedroom door and he’s pushing it open and guiding me to his armoire, storing all the knives.

Viper flings the doors open, positioning me before the collection, then moves behind me, resting his hands possessively on my hips, and pulling me against his chest. An arm snakes around my middle, his hard length pressing to my lower back. His masked face dips, brushing into my hair at my neck, murmuring something unintelligible in a low voice that sends shivers down my spine.

As he stands upright, I grip his hand at my waist, feeling small so pressed against him. “What are we doing?”

“First, if you want a knife, you pick it,” he says. He gestures to the array of knives. “Which one do you want,mo leannan?”

“I pick one?” I ask, even as I’m already studying each knife, searching for one similar to the little knife he gave me. Other than the one in my boot, I don’t see anything close. My gaze snags on a small hunting knife about three inches long with a hilt short enough for my smaller hands. I point to the knife. “That one.”

He makes a guttural sound. “After my heart.” He lets me go and plucks the knife from the display, removing it from its sheath. “Good pick.”

He slips it out and shows me the blade. It’s sleek, deadly, the dim light glinting off the metal. I touch the edge and pain slices through the tip of my finger. I pull my hand back, hissing out a sharp breath. A slice of blood forms on my fingertip.

“Just like you to reach for the knife’s edge,” Viper chuckles, re-sheathing the blade and tossing it to the bed behind me. He grips my wrist with one hand and raises his mask to expose his mouth as he brings my finger to his lips. My stomach flutters at the sight of his lips against my skin as he skates his tongue over the cut, sucking on it gently.

The groan he emits is almost savage in its obvious lust. Between my legs throbs, some primal thing awakening as I watch him taste my blood, all anger, allthoughts, melting away.

“This knife is yours when you learn how to use it,” he grates, letting my finger go with a slick pop and lets his mask fall down again.

This man is an absolute menace—all seduction and sin and unbridled want. It’s like that want, that desperate need, seeps into me, and the urge to have his mouth on me in other places has me leaning toward him, angling my body so all of my soft curves touch his hard planes.

“You said first,” I whisper, tilting my head back to meet his eyes, my breaths coming jagged with each exhale. “What’s second?”

Viper dips his head, his hot breath tickling my ear. “What did I say happened to thieves?”

I bite my lip, breathing hard now. My eyes drop to his erection, every cell in my body lit up with a deep-seated hunger to be claimed again.

“Naughty girl. I can see in your eyes how you want me to fuck you,” he grates. Heat pools between my thighs as his hand snakes around my throat, the other weaving into my hair, tugging my head back sharply. “You’re thinking about how you want me to bend you over my bed and spank your pretty ass until it’s bright pink and your panties are so wet they’re sticking to the soft, sweet petals of your pussy.”

My breath rushes out, hands skimming over his abs like I’ve lost all control of them. And I think I have. Control over my body, my mind. The only thing that matters is him.

“Then you want me to tug your soaking wet panties aside and play with your pussy, and taste how badly you want my cock, don’t you?”

I wasn’t before, but I am now.

“Tell me, Sweetheart, do naughty little thieves deserve to have their pussy pet? To made to feel good?”

Yes, my body screams, aching for his hands on me, but I shake my head because, no, they don’t.

“No, pretty girl, they don’t. They get punished.”

With a harsh tug, Viper yanks me toward his bed, and I’m shoved face down onto the mattress, my arms flailing out in shock. His hips pin me in place while his grip on my hair forces my cheek to the bed, and his other leaves my throat, moving slowly down my back to press into my ass crack. I groan, my body lit up and desperate, wanting a repeat of the other night. I push back against him, feeling his thick cock press into my rear.

“Fuck,” he grates out, releasing me. “You’re so eager for someone who’s in so much trouble. Be a good girl and place your hands next to your head. Palms flat.”

I know this game, so I hesitate, but that just seems to tick up his feral energy.

A rumbling growl comes from his chest. “Do it, Sweetheart, before you make me angry.”

I do as instructed, my heart a beating drum against the mattress even though there’s a part of me that wants to defy him. When my dress lifts, the beating turns to thundering, my thighs pressing together, a shameless hunger throbbing between my legs. My body is primed, ready. Already knowing that while I’ve been punished for not listening, I’ve also been rewarded.

“Good girl,” he purrs, sending electric heat through my body. His fingers inch under the waistband of my panties and pull. I greedily help him by lifting away from the mattress and stepping out of them. “Now count for me, Sweetheart.”

The first slap to my rear is so harsh the flesh stings, pain radiating to my thigh. I yelp, my fingers curling into the bedding, then hiss out a long breath, saying between clenched teeth, “One.”

“Such a good girl,” he whispers, voice like silk. Another lands even harder on my other ass cheek.

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