Page 36 of Tuned To Break
Her cry is pure fucking music.
Then I do the thing I know she’s craving—my left hand sliding up her chest, fingers wrapping around her throat. My noose tattoo stares back at me as I squeeze—gentle, just enough to make her breath hitch.
Her eyes go wide, pupils blown, and fuck if that look doesn’t ruin me. “You like that?” I grit out, tightening just enough to make her gasp.
“Yes,” she chokes out, voice hoarse and desperate. “Only by you.”
Those words light something dark in me. Something primal. My grip firms, thumb stroking her neck as I pound into her—harder, deeper.
“That’s it, Stella,” I snarl against her ear. “Take it. Take all of me like the filthy little slut you are for my cock.”
She shatters—screams my name as her pussy clenches and milks me like she’s trying to own me from the inside out. The sound, the feel—it drags me under with her. I come with a roar, spilling deep as I bury myself to the hilt, my hand still claiming her throat like the devil’s signature.
When the aftershocks fade, I collapse beside her, pulling her against me, her body limp and boneless. My fingers trace lazy circles over her hip, but my mind’s already plotting the next time I get to ruin her.
“Stella,” I murmur against her hair, voice still wrecked. “You have no idea what you’ve started.”
She just lies there, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, chest rising and falling like she’s run a marathon. I should let her rest—be the good guy.
But then she looks at me through her lashes—green eyes still glazed, voice whispering, “Jake…” like a prayer—and it punches the air out of my lungs.
I can’t stop. I won’t stop.
“You done?” My voice is a low growl as I brace one arm beside her head. She blinks, confused, and that slow, cocky smirk curves my mouth before I add, “Because I’m not.”
Her breath catches. “You?—”
“Flip over,” I cut her off, my tone sharp enough to make her gasp. Her body obeys before her brain can argue, and fuck if that doesn’t make me even harder.
She scrambles onto her stomach, arse perfect and round in the air. I grip her hips, dragging her back to the edge of the bed until her feet barely touch the floor.
“This what you want, darl?” I rasp, sliding a hand up her spine, slow and deliberate, until I’m wrapping it around the back of her neck. My thumb grazes the soft skin there, my noose tattoo staring back at me. “Want to give me every last breath you’ve got?”
“Yes,” she whispers, voice shaky but dripping with want. “Please, Jake.”
Fuck, the way she begs—I could come from that alone.
“Then take it,” I growl, lining up and slamming into her in one brutal thrust that knocks a cry from her lips. My grip on her neck tightens—not cutting off everything, just enough to let her feel my power. My claim.
She moans, and my body responds like it’s possessed.
“You love this, don’t you?” My voice is pure filth, breath hot against her ear as I lean over her, still fucking her slow andpunishing. “You love giving me control. Letting me take you to the edge.”
“Yes,” she chokes out, each word shaky from lack of air and too much pleasure. “Fuck, yes.”
“That’s my good girl,” I snarl, tightening my grip a little more before loosening it to let her drag in a breath. “I could do this all night—fuck you, choke you, make you scream until your voice is gone and your pussy’s sore for days. You’d let me, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” she sobs, and I feel her flutter around my cock, her body already spiralling again.
I release just enough to pull her head back, forcing her spine to arch, and my teeth find her shoulder. I slam into her harder, faster. My free hand finds her clit, rubbing ruthless circles until her legs shake.
“Come for me,” I command, voice dark and sharp as a blade. “Come while I’m holding your fucking throat. Let me feel you break.”
She shatters—screaming, convulsing, her pussy milking my cock like it was made to own me. I hold her there, grip firm, riding out every wave of her orgasm until I’m spilling deep inside her with a guttural roar.
We collapse forward together, her body limp against the sheets, mine sprawled heavy over hers. For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing and the pounding echo of my heart.
I ease my hand from her throat, rubbing soft circles over the skin I just claimed. “You good, Stella?” My voice is hoarse but gentler now.
