Page 63 of Don't Break My Heart
I stare down at him. “What are you doing?”
“Trouble, I know I fucked up.” He hands me a piece of folded paper that comes from his jeans pocket.
“More rules,” I snip when I see the list in front of me.
He gazes back up at me, his face softening. “These are for me now, not you.”
I glance over the paper again. There are six rules, just like last time.
One. Please trust me to take care of you and always put your needs first. I will trust you to do the same for me.
I peek down at him. What the fuck is this?
Two. We will work together as a team, and I will always respect your opinion, even if I don’t agree with it.
Three. I’m here to serve you and make sure you will never be in danger. I know you’re a badass and don’t need a bodyguard, but I need to protect you.
This is the most honest he has ever been with me. Why do I feel like, for Onyx, this is his form of poetry or a love song. He needs to protect me. It’s not about me, it’s about him, and I guess I always knew it was. “How long have you had this in your pocket?” I ask, my voice shaky as all hell.
“Since I left your apartment last week.”
I suck in a breath. Fuck. I really am the asshole. I keep reading out loud. “Four, no more lying or keeping secrets. This goes both ways.”
“Sloane, I won’t keep shit from you, even if I think it’s to protect you. I will let you be the judge. I swear.” The way he looks at me sends a tingle right through my body because I know for the first time, it’s true. He’s being totally sincere.
“Five, my body is yours to please. And yours, mine to adore,”I keep reading, warmth spreading through me.
“That’s right.” He smirks.
“Six, if I break any of my rules, I will accept your punishments.”I think on that one. “This could be fun.”
“This can be whatever you want it to be. But trouble, I can’t walk away from you. If you tell me to leave again, it’s going to kill me.”
A smile twitches on my lips, even though I try to stop it. I should still be pissed with him. But this has me melting into a puddle on the floor and happy tears welling in my eyes. “Stand up, what are you doing?” I sniff, my emotions getting the better of me. This is the absolute last thing I expected from him. I reach out my hands to pull him back to standing with me, but instead, he pulls me down to him, rolling on top of me as he pins me under his large body.
“Don’t make me live another week without you, Sloane.”
Fuck, the look of desire and love in his eyes is too much to take. “You’re on probation. You fuck up any of these rules and I will take great pleasure in punishing you.”
His lips lower to mine. “Fuck, I hope so.” He kisses me, his tongue invading my mouth as his scent overwhelms my nostrils. Fuck, I have missed him like crazy this week. He pulls back just a little, his hands coming to either side of my face, and he stares down at me. “I love you, trouble.”
I bite into my lip, hardly able to believe this man is opening up to me and telling me how he really feels. Showing me a softer side that no one else on this planet will ever see. “I love you too, Onyx.”
He kisses me again, more hungrily this time. His kisses move down my neck, rough and hurried like he wants to eat me alive. He shoves open my blouse, and buttons go flying as he greedily cups my tits through my bra. His lips are back on me, nipping and biting his way over my flesh. He makes it to my tits, sucking my nipples through the lace fabric of my bra. He’s ruthless and rough and everything I need.
My back arches off the plush rug, wanting more. Wanting him to take out his massive cock and impale me. “Show me what I mean to you, I need to feel it.” My voice is a breathy whisper, all desperate and needy.
It earns me a psychotic smirk from him as he tugs my bra down, exposing my nipples to the cool air. His warm mouth does delicious things to me as he toys with my nipples and grazes his teeth over my sensitive skin, sending a pool of moisture to my panties.
I reach for him, rubbing his cock that’s straining against his jeans. He groans against my skin, and I move my hand up higher so I can unbuckle his jeans. He helps me, tugging them down and over his legs, discarding them. “I want to taste you.”
He climbs over me, the filthiest smirk on his lips. “If that’s what you want, trouble.”
I prop up onto my elbows so I can take him in my mouth, licking the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum. I groan as I suck him into my mouth. He tastes so damn good.
“Fuck, your mouth feels good around my cock.”
I suck him in as far as I can. His cock feels good in my mouth.
