Page 107 of Break Me
Once inside the room, he closed the door then placed the drinks on the nightstand. With the late afternoon sun streaming in through the windows, the room was highlighted in a beautiful glow. I stood just inside the doorway, my pulse racing. I’d never felt so strangely vulnerable yet so excited in my life.
We’d had sex.
Powerful, passionate sex, yet this felt entirely different.
As if we were starting a new chapter. I couldn’t explain it. The day had started out normally, only to turn into an action thriller movie. And he’d acted as if the chase, the capture of the bad guys was all in a day’s work.
Turning, he tugged on his tie, studying me all over again. “Undress for me.”
I could be my usual self, asking him what he’d do if I didn’t. But I wasn’t interested. There was a quiet tension between us, sexual yet something much deeper. I tugged on my shirt, easing it up and over my shoulders.
He took off his tie, taking his time to fold and place it on the nightstand beside the drinks. I’d never seen a man look at any woman the way he was doing with me.
Absolute lust.
Complete need.
Crazed obsession.
It kept my pulse ticking higher and higher. I kicked off my shoes and reached for the button on my jeans. As soon as I did, his nostrils flared.
His scent was all over me already, so musky and masculine I was lightheaded from that alone. While he started to unbutton his shirt, even jerking it free from his trousers, I had the notion he would keep me in suspense for as long as his patience didn’t wear thin.
He needed to control me in every way.
I tugged on my jeans, still tingling all over. The jeans were tight, maybe too much so given I was fumbling with trying to push them past my hips.
He chuckled in a way that caused my pussy to throb more than before. After licking my lips, I almost laughed because I was asnervous as a kitty cat. But I finally managed, jerking them down and kicking out of them.
I was thankful I’d worn a matching bra and panties. Maybe the wild girl inside of me had hoped that we’d see each other.
Alexsey took a deep breath, muttering something in Russian. I had the feeling he only spoke the language around me. That made me feel even more special. When I lifted my head, I sucked in my breath. He’d ripped off his shirt, allowing me to enjoy the view of his broad shoulders and carved chest. I could do nothing more than enjoy the view.
At least for a little while longer.
He cocked his head then glanced at the bed, moving toward it and yanking down the comforter, freeing the pillows. My heart fluttered even more when he grabbed two of the four, placing them smack in the center of the bed.
In my mind, all I could think of was that he was breaking me. But not in a horrible way. In the sense of breaking all my defenses, creating a world where I felt safe enough to trust him. Peeling away layers that had kept me from enjoying so many aspects of my life.
Maybe being broken wasn’t the worst thing in the world after all.
I turned around, purposely teasing him. As I reached around my back, I took a deep breath. This should feel so wrong, but everything about it felt completely right. As soon as the bra was unfastened, I slipped one strap down then the other, tossing my head over my shoulder to see if he was paying any attention.
He was.
In fact, his eyes were completely hooded and I could smell his hunger.
It would seem Mr. Boyfriend had a crush on me.
I finally removed my bra, holding it out to the side, even swishing it back and forth.
“Mmm… You know how to drive a man insane,” he growled.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“You might find out.”
“Promises. Promises.”
