Page 179 of Did They Break You

He’s gonna crawl.

“And he never even said he was sorry?” I whisper, running my tongue over my lips after, slipping my fingers lower. “He never said he was sorry for lettingStormuse me? And Brinklin in my mouth…” I trail off, pushing a finger inside of me, shifting my stance, letting him see everything. “AndChase…”I almost choke on his name, but I say it. Imake myselfsay it. “He left his fingerprints on my ass, Cortland,” I whisper.“You let him do that to me.”I laugh, even though nothing is funny as I push another finger inside of myself, the wrongness of my words and the pleasure making it a little hard to breathe. “You think you’rerough?”I taunt him, dragging my fingers out, trailing them up my body, over my breasts, my nails digging into my throat, leaving marks before I push my fingers into my mouth, sucking the earthy taste off of myself. I pull my fingers out with apop, and Cortland looks transfixed as he stares at me, every muscle in his body seemingly coiled tight.“You were nothing compared to him?—”

Before I can finish that sentence, he’s on his knees. He reaches one hand behind his back, pulling off his shirt, exposing the deep V that leads down into his sweats. He drops his shirt, plants his palms on the floor of the tent as he glares at me.

“When I get to you, Remi, you’re gonna wish you’d kept that pretty little mouth shut, baby.”

I bite back my smile, reaching for my own throat again, my nails digging into my skin.

“Keep crawling, Cort,” I whisper. “You’re not here yet.”

He crawls, and I watch his triceps flex with every movement, every time he picks up his hand, moves his knees. I see the muscles in his shoulders, too, and by the time he gets to me, his head level with mine, I’m panting, my pulse ticking in my neck, beneath my hand still on my throat.

“I’m here now, baby.” He reaches for my hand, covering it with his own, both of us choking me now. It’s hard to breathe, and panic and lust course through me.“I’m here now.”He leans in close to me, his fingers tightening over mine, pressure building in my head from lack of air. “And I’m so fucking sorry.” He runs his mouth over mine, gripping me even harder. “I hate what I did to you, but probably not as much as I should.”

My eyes widen, and I try to move my hand from my throat, but he doesn’t move his, not letting me go. He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, trailing a finger over my cheekbone as he chokes me.

“BecauseI dowant you to have my kids. I want you to cook for me. Andserveme. And I’ll fuckingworshipyou,” my heart flutters even as spots pop in front of my eyes, “and I don’t want anyone else to ever lay another fucking hand on you.”

He loosens his grip, and I take a deep breath, gasping for air as he smiles at me, at the mercy of his hand, mine beneath it. He kisses me softly, and I part my lips, opening for him.

When I need to catch my breath, I pull back, my temple pressed to his. “What about you?” I counter, my eyes searching his. “You’re mine, too?—”

He squeezes my throat, cutting off my words, his lips running up my jaw, to my ear. “I’d never get on my knees for anyone else. Don’t be stupid, Remi. You’re too smart for that.” I swallow under my own hand as his other comes to my breast, palming me.“I’m yours.”Then he shoves me back, onto the blanketsbeneath me, guiding me by my throat. He lets me go, and I drop my hand from my neck, reaching for him.

He bites his lip, shaking his head as he stares down at me, on all fours over me. “You’re so goddamn gorgeous.”

I take in the tan muscles of his torso, his six-pack and his biceps with those delicious blue veins.

I grab his shoulders as he shoves down his sweats, kicking them off when they get past his knees.

His cock is hard and I reach for it, but he snatches my wrists, pins them above my head as he hovers over me. He stares down into my eyes, then lower, drinking in the sight of my body, my legs, spread for him.

With a groan, he fists his cock and lines it up with my entrance.

I whimper, thrusting my hips, wanting him inside of me.

He smiles down at me, fingers circled tight around my wrists. “You gonna let me do it?” he asks quietly, teasing me, running the thick head of his cock up and down my slit, circling my clit.

I swallow, fire coursing through my core, and I justwant him.“Do what?” I manage to ask, watching him watchme.His eyes are on my pussy, wet and needinghim.

“Let me be the one you could depend on? Stay home, write, take care of our family?”

My pulse is uncomfortably fast, my body too hot. “I…” I trail off, my mind racing.

He pushes the head of his cock into me, then drops his hand beside my head on the blanket as he meets my gaze and I suck in a breath, my entrance stretching around him.

“Don’t think about it too much, baby.”

My chest feels tight, hot and flooded with emotions longing to burst forth.

“Would you have my kids?” He pushes further into me and I gasp as I stare up at him, completely at his mercy, physically. Emotionally.

Don’t hurt me,I want to tell him, just like I did that night.Don’t hurt me, Cortland.

“I’m not. I won’t,”he’d promised me.

But what about now?

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