Page 46 of Break My Rules

“Please,” I gasp, trying to buck against her mouth, clenching around Saint’s rhythmic fingers. “Oh God,please…”

“Louder, baby,” Saint chuckles in my ear. “Don’t you want them to hear you outside?”

He turns my head, and I see that the wall of glass running the length of the room is no longer smoky and opaque. I can see into a lounge area, filled with people.

Oh fuck.

“It’s one-way glass,” Saint continues, as I just about lose my mind. “But I could make it two-way, with just the click of a button… Would you like that?” he whispers hotly, as Rose licks my clit again, devouring me. “Would you like everyone to watch you coming with her tongue in your cunt?”

I shatter with a cry, coming so hard, I swear I see stars. Pleasure crashes through me, over and over, until I’m left blissed out in Saint’s arms. In one smooth motion, he flips me onto my back, yanking me to the very edge of the bed, and replacing Rose between my thighs. He gives my pussy a possessive stroke, then sinks his cock into me slowly, all the way to the hilt.

Fuck.

I moan aloud again, still shaking from my first climax as Saint thrusts his way inside. He lets out a hiss of satisfaction. “Christ, baby, I can still feel you clench.”

I gasp for air, my body still strung out and trembling on this incredible high. But I still want more. “Your turn,” I manage, pulling Rose to lay beside me, struggling to keep my wits even as Saint’s cock drives me wild. “What do you like?”

She kisses me, slow and sensuous, her curves pressed against mine. “Why don’t you find out?”

Rose takes my hand, and guides it down her body, in between her legs. I feel another unfamiliar thrill, sinking my fingers into her core, finding her wet and eager for me. I stroke the swollen bud of her clit curiously, and she sounds a breathy moan. “Yes…” she gasps, arching closer. “Just like that.”

I stroke again, learning from every moan and gasp she makes, finding the right pace until she’s mewling softly, face buried in the curve of my neck. I hold her close, locking eyes with Saint over her head.

“How does it feel?” he groans as he sinks into me again, stretching me open with every slow, relentless thrust. His expression is blissful, even as his voice sounds low and ragged, his whole body taut with self-control. “Driving the both of us crazy like this? Holding our pleasure in your hands?”

I don’t have words to describe it, the thrill of power and lust that pounds through me. I stroke Rose faster, sinking my fingers inside her as I clench around Saint’s cock; hearing them both groan in pleasure, gasping, grunting, begging me for more.

I give it to them. I give it tohim. Eyes still locked with Saint’s as I rise to meet his thrusts, until I feel Rose break beside me, orgasming around my fingers with a high-pitched cry. And then only Saint matters, and everything else melts away. He bears down on me, pinning my legs high, grinding up deep, so fucking deep, it makes my body ignite, and my eyes roll back and a desperate plea fall from my lips.

“Don’t stop…Please, oh god,right there! Don’t stop!”

And he doesn’t. Saint doesn’t let up, not even for a moment. he pounds into me, hitting that sweet spot inside me just right, so I’m already cresting when Rose’s own nimble fingers slide between us, applying the perfect pressure to my clit as Saint fucks me senseless into the sheets.

Oh my God!

I climax again with a scream, the friction inside me so perfect, so pure, I can’t even breathe for the sheer bliss of it. My orgasm blots out the goddamn world, until I’m left sobbing, collapsed between them on the bed in a tangle of spent limbs.

Holy shit.I’m reeling, dazed. Drunk on pleasure like I’ve never known before.

And in the midst of the rush, deep down, I feel a wave of unexpected sadness. Because for all the adrenaline racing through my body, and wild, reckless joy of release, I know that I can’t surrender to it completely; I can’t let go, or truly live in the moment with Saint.

Not until my mission is complete.

Not until I deliver justice, in the name of Wren’s memory, and can finally move on for good.

Because I want to. Laying there safely in Saint’s arms, feeling his ragged breath, my body humming with the new pleasure he’s introduced to me, I wish with everything I had that I could simply let myself fall in love with this man.

I think a part of me already has.

But the rest of me…The rest of me can’t be truly happy until I bring Wren’s attacker to justice. I need to find him, more than ever. And something tells me, I’m running out of time.

I can’t be free until I know who he is.

And make him suffer for his crimes.

Chapter12

Tessa

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