Page 99 of Breaking Rules

Wow.

The knife lodged deep in my gut twists painfully.

It shouldn’t hurt. She’s not wrong—that’s exactly what I told her. Yet I hate it. Confusion is my strongest emotion right now. I’ve never been captivated by someone like this.

Bella is absolutely not what I thought she’d be. She’s beautiful and powerful, yet tender and unassuming. She doesn’t see how incredible she is. She is kind, loyal to the people she loves, and so fucking smart.

But she’s wounded. The emotional injuries she suffered as a kid are still there. Since the moment I found out about what she endured, I couldn’t help but compare Bella toher. They’re so alike—gentle, caring, uninterested in football, and they’ve both been through so much.

And goddamn it, what if I hurt Bella the same way I hurt her?

Fuck, I still have nightmares about that night. I’m still processing it despite all the therapy.

It would ruin me if my actions ever put Bella in danger.

She’s right. We should just be friends who occasionally fuck.

It should just be sex.

I tilt her chin up to me and cover her lips with mine. She opens for me, and my tongue slips inside, curling around hers. A growl escapes my throat as I deepen our kiss. It’s fast, powerful, and hot. She turns me on so damn much, I can barely remember my own fucking name.

Dick already rock-hard, I lift her and set her on the barstool.

Her eyes snap open, and her forehead creases as I kneel in front of her, yanking her panties down with me.

“We should go to your bedroom,” she croaks.

“Fuck no. I’m starving, and the kitchen is the best place to eat.”

I put her leg on my shoulder, opening her wide for me as I plant a swift little kiss to her thigh. Then, head lowered to her cunt, I curl my tongue around her swollen clit, toying with it slowly, and when I suck it into my mouth, her hips jerk.

“Such a delicious little pussy,” I murmur.

I back off and trace a finger down her slit to her opening. She’s so wet, my finger slips inside without any resistance. Then I dive in again, lavishing her clit with my tongue. Another finger slides inside her, and she instantly fists my hair.

“Oh God, you feel so good,” she whispers breathlessly.

I suck and lick, teasing with my tongue and my teeth while I relentlessly move my fingers inside her.

Within minutes, she’s close, writhing and moaning, her pussy quivering.

“Do you want my cock inside you?” I taunt her, fucking her with my fingers and relishing the way her walls spasm around me.

“Yes,” she pants, head thrown back. “Yes, I want your cock.”

A smile curves my lips. “Then come for me, baby. All over my face and tongue. Give it to me.” I suck her clit into my mouth again, drawing a long, loud moan out of her.

Pussy pulsing, she scrabbles for purchase, grasping the breakfast bar with one hand and tightening her hold on my hair with the other. She keeps me in place like that, grinding her pussy into my face. I lap at her little nub, prolonging her orgasm as I move my fingers inside her until I feel like she’s had enough.

For now.

Standing, I drag the back of my wrist over my lips. “Open your mouth.”

Chest heaving, her pebbled nipples poking against her tee, she obeys.

I slide my fingers into her mouth, and she sucks her arousal from them, cleaning up the mess her greedy pussy made. I pop my fingers out of her mouth and capture her lips with mine.

Without breaking the kiss, she slips a hand beneath the waistband of my sweatpants and strokes me gently through my briefs. When she finally slips her fingers under the thin fabric and touches the head of my cock, I groan into her mouth.

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