Page 27 of Her Defiant Heart (Damaged Hearts 1)

Again with the clichés, but seriously. No man has ever made me come like that. No man has ever made me come, period. I breathe deeply, trying to regulate my racing heart, and when I finally crack my eyes open, I see the satisfied gleam in Rhett’s eyes as he watches me. That look tells me he’s proud of what he just did to me, and I’m half-tempted to tell him to get that smug look off his face. But I’m too weak to even speak.

He slowly shakes his head, his gaze drifting over me, making me warm. “Damn woman, you came hard.”

I say nothing, the sound of my harsh pants filling the room. I watch as he climbs off the bed and grabs his jeans from the floor, pulling a condom out of his wallet. Unwrapping it, he goes to stand next to the side of the bed closest to me and slowly rolls the condom on. My gaze drops to his erection, and even though I just climaxed, my body clenches, already eager for more.

Without saying a word, he comes to me, climbing onto the bed so he can kiss me deep before he positions himself above me and thrusts his cock inside with one swift movement. I’m wet and loose after that massive orgasm, so he enters me easily, filling me right up. I go completely still, savoring the sensation of him buried deep, how his cock throbs in time like a heartbeat.

Reaching up, I tentatively brush my hands down his back, searching the muscles there. His eyes close as I touch him, and he braces his palms on the mattress before he starts to move. Slowly at first, his hips flexing, pushing, deeper and deeper. I grab hold of his shoulders and cling to him, wrapping my legs around his waist, sending him deeper, making us both groan in unison.

With every thrust, he drives me deeper into the mattress, all the while telling me how good I feel, how I’m so wet and tight, his constant stream of words conjuring dirtier and dirtier images in my brain. I wish I had a mirror so I could see how good we look together right now. So I could watch his butt and leg muscles flex with every push inside my body. He fucks better than any guy I’ve ever been with before, and I can feel it coming again. That subtle tingle in my belly, that hopeful rise within my body, taking me closer and closer to the edge…

Until I’m coming again, the orgasm like a giant wave of relief as it moves through me. He’s coming too—I can tell by the way he goes still, his body tightening and then releasing. He shudders as he moans my name, his movements becoming wild, totally out of control.

No one has ever moaned my name before. Not Jennifer or Jensen or even Jen. I close my eyes against the onslaught of emotions that grabs hold of me and refuses to let go. The guilt and the shame and the pleasure and the tiny glimmer of happiness I’m experiencing all at once. What just happened felt so good, so right.

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ut it isn’t right. It shouldn’t feel right. What we just did, is wrong. He’s really my stepbrother.

My mother turned me into this. I’m a slut, a whore, a user, a manipulator, a woman bent on revenge. All because of her.

Rhett collapses on top of me, his heavy weight keeping me pinned in place, but it’s not an unpleasant feeling. No, in fact it’s the total opposite. I like how he feels, our sweaty, sticky bodies entwined, the scent of sex and sweat lingering in the air. His mouth is on my collarbone, damp and warm as he murmurs against my skin, and I can tell his cock has already softened inside of me. I turn my head, my mouth on his temple as I breathe him in deep, and he flexes his hips. That one subtle movement makes my entire body tingle, and I can tell his cock is getting hard again too.

“Hmm, fuck, Jensen, I want you again,” he whispers just before he cups my cheek and kisses me, his tongue doing a thorough exploration of my mouth.

And I let him. I let him lead round two completely. I do nothing but take it, let him use me and fuck me until I can’t think straight. He doesn’t notice how passive I’ve become. It’s either he doesn’t realize or he really doesn’t care, because I’m putting zero effort into this now. It’s like I can’t function.

More like I don’t want to function. I’d rather feel him completely take over my body. I want him to derive as much pleasure from it as I can give. He sucks my nipples and licks my belly and eats my pussy and strokes me deep with one, two, three fingers at a time. He’s feasting on me, making me come again and again, and I am mindless. Helpless.

Vulnerable in the worst possible way.

“What the hell is wrong with you? It’s like you’ve never walked in high heels before,” Savannah cracks, a dirty laugh escaping her when she witnesses me twisting my ankle yet again as I make my way toward the bar. Is that the fourth time I’ve twisted it tonight, or the fifth? I can’t keep track.

All I know is that I’m a walking, talking disaster at the club, and I think Don is seriously considering firing me. He’s yelled at me countless times, threatening that he’s going to send me home early, but I just ignore him, trying my best to focus. But it’s like I can’t. I’m wobbly in my heels, I keep messing up drink orders and pissing off customers. Oh, and my entire body aches in the most delicious way.

I guess this is what it feels like to be so thoroughly fucked, you believe you’ll never be the same again.

“I didn’t get much sleep last night,” I finally admit to my friend. We’re both standing at the bar watching Chuck pour drinks for our customers. It’s a Saturday night and the club is full—there’s literally a line to get in outside, and I’ve been running and gunning since I started my shift. I’m grateful Savannah and I are working together, but I don’t appreciate her teasing either, especially since I don’t want to reveal what happened last night.

Her finely arched brows shoot straight up. “Why didn’t you get much sleep last night, huh? Whatcha been up to?”

“Nothing,” I mumble, trying not to meet her gaze for fear she’ll see my truth. I keep my eyes on Chuck, but I can feel my cheeks go pink and I want to smack myself. Savannah will catch on quick. She never misses a beat. And just as I suspected, the knowing look she sends my way within a matter of seconds tells me she’s on to my lies.

I just can’t ever let her figure out all of my lies or I’m done for.

“Uh-huh. Whatever you say, but I can tell. You, my dear, have the look of a woman who’s found herself a man who knows how to satisfy her,” Savannah drawls as she nudges me with her shoulder. I vehemently shake my head as she asks, “Is it true? Did you have S-E-X last night?”

I’m still shaking my head, my cheeks so hot I feel like I’m burning up from the inside out. “Of course not,” I snap.

Savannah laughs. “Liar. You’re all shaky and glassy-eyed. Hmm.” She leans in, her face so close to mine I can smell the minty gum she’s chewing. “Or maybe you found some high-quality coke and forgot to share.”

“Savannah!” Drugs scare me, just like liquor scares me. I’m terrified I’ll lose control and do something stupid.

Huh. Though now I’ve discovered that sex with Rhett makes me lose control too. I would’ve done anything he asked last night. Anal sex? Yes, please. Introduce a few other people into the mix? Sure, why not? Put clamps on your nipples and tie you to the bed? Of course! Let’s do it.

Yeah. That’s not good. I’ve never been into those sorts of things at all. So why would I think it’s something Rhett and I could do?

Clearly, it’s because he’s fucking with my mind and making me have out-of-control thoughts.

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