Page 33 of Make Me, Break Me

I let my eyes fall shut, opening my lips to lick his tongue with mine as he glided his thick cock in and out of me. The choked cry that tore from me at the overstimulated feeling, my body still pulsing from my last orgasm, drew a dark laugh from him.

“More, please,” I whimpered, tilting my hips up to meet him. Or at least I tried to, but his hand was in the road. I stared up at him, confused. “Dex?”

“You want more, sweetness?” he murmured, grazing my mouth with his, then deepened the kiss until I moaned. “We’re taking it slow today.”

“Slow?” My brain refused to kick in. I wrapped my legs around his hips and he let me, digging my heels into his ass. “Deeper,” I begged, pleading with him.

“Already?” He brushed hair back from my temple with his thumb. “Sweetness, we have a long way to go if you think you’re begging already.” He kissed me again—mostly to shut me up, I suspected—as the horror that he wasn’t, in fact, going to fuck me into oblivion as always advertised with Dex.

Nope, this morning he seemed determined to make love to me.

My trembling legs would bever forgive him, and after I sweated my way through who knew how many orgasms, my voice already raw, my body aching all over and filled withpleasure as he watched my face without reprieve, I decided that neither would I.

And every time I begged him to fuck me harder, he kissed me with a tender touch and drove his cock deeper, triggering another orgasm until I was an overstimulated hot, shivering mess beneath him on his bed.

I had no idea how long his body glided over mine for, but at the end, when he dug his fingers into my hip and kissed me impossibly deeper than before, staring into my eyes as he filled me with his seed, I knew I had been underestimating Dex Breaker’s stamina for years.

He held me afterward, letting us roll onto our sides as he stroked his fingers along my body, tucking me into his chest. I rested my head against the smattering of dark curls over his pecs, playing with the fine hairs.

“Dex,” I murmured, licking a drop of salt from his skin as he groaned, cupping his rough hand behind my head to hold me against him. “You got new ink.”

He laughed. “Not recently, sweetness.”

I caught his hand, the one he had broken, and pulled it from over my shoulder to study the still fresh black ink on his wrist. “This. It was under your cast when the doctor took it off. I remember seeing it. And I remember it not being there before.”

“You know me that well, huh?” He laughed down at me.

I didn’t. “Yeah. I do.”

His smile faded as I played, tracing the lines I now identified as a thick black band that was heavier halfway up his arm that faded toward his hand. Several flowerlike patterns were etched into it, but I couldn't figure out how it was done.

“It’s white ink over black,’ he said quietly. “I got sick of feeling the pain from the break, so I had something else done to distract me. It’s an addiction, of sorts. Like you.”

“I’m your addiction? That doesn't sound healthy.”

I let him tuck me back into his chest and entertained myself by trailing my hands up and down his hard, washboard abs. Dex’s body went well beyond the usual six or eight-pack. He barely had an inch of excess anything on him, unless it was pure muscle. Maybe a few tendons.

And a whole lot of ink.

“It’s not healthy. But I'm still not letting you go. And I want to make you breakfast.”

I rubbed my cheek against his chest. “You need to know something about me.”

“I know.”

“No, I mean, here.” I grabbed his hand and pulled it lower, to my stomach where my skin looked fine except for a pale slice, but the scar tissue beneath told a different story.

“I know.”

“No, you don’t. I haven’t told you.” I frowned up at him.

“I searched for you.” His head tipped to one side as he looked down at me, propping one hand behind his head. “Wesearched for you. A long time ago. To make sure you were safe. When you have a mafia and billionaire lord housemate, these things are…normal. Or, not normal. We did the same with Bella and Rose more recently. When Nelson finds his significant other, then we will do the same for them.”

I stared up at him, my stomach cramping, though I wasn’t due for a few more weeks. “All this time?” He’d known my history, everything I’d suffered…and he hadn’t mentioned it? Not once?

He nodded. “Yeah. It’s okay, Zin. And he won’t touch you once he’s out. I promise you.”

I scrambled backward until my butt hit the wall. “No. No, you shouldn’t have?—”

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