Page 69 of Break My Rules

“What do you say?” Saint reminds me, still gripping my hair tightly.

“Th… Thank you,” I manage, thrilling at my own submission.

He doesn’t reward my obedience though. He just pulls me to my feet, and throws me down, face-first on the bed.

“I bet you’re already wet for me. Yes, look at you,” Saint hisses in satisfaction, gripping each of my ankles and spreading my legs. I whimper into the sheets as he yanks me back to the very edge of the bed, and steps between them. “You want me to touch you, baby?” he croons, leaning over me. “You want me to play with that sweet clit of yours until you’re whining, maybe lick it a little, and show you just how good it can feel?”

“Yes,” I sob, lost in the inferno. Writhing, bucking against the sheets just to get some purchase. Anything. “Please, Saint…”

“No.”

He slams into me without warning, gripping my hips tightly and thrusting balls-deep, until he’s buried to the hilt.

I scream, consumed with the friction, split open and somehow clenching for more all at once. “Saint!”

My voice echoes, shockingly desperate, and Saint answers with his own fevered cry.

“Fuck, baby, I know. I know…”

He places one hand on my lower back, almost tender, and then fucks into me so hard, I think I’m about to pass out from the glorious force of it.

Holy shit!

I scream into the sheets again, or maybe I didn’t stop; everything’s a blur to me now. The world falls away, I can’t even form words, nothing matters except the weight of him, bearing down on me, and the thick, sweet drive of his cock, over and over, relentlessly sending me to heaven with every grinding thrust.

It’s a miracle. A religious experience, being fucked by this man.Claimed. And God, I don’t want it to end, but already I feel my climax curling, deep in the base of my spine, making me writhe and moan aloud.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. You feel that shake, don’t you?” Saint lands a stinging slap on my ass. “Your body can’t lie to me, can it? Even when your mouth does it so well.”

And then he’s drawing me up onto my hands and knees,mounting me, as he ruts and thrusts into me from behind; every thick thrust stretching me open, every wild groan sending fire through my blood.

It’s too much. Too good.

Fuck.

I break. My orgasm rips through me, shattering what’s left of my self-control until I’m screaming, sobbing, shaking in his arms.

And Saint fucks me through it, driving into me with an animalistic passion. His body curls over mine, encircling me, holding me up when I can’t take any more; his cock stroking that fire deep inside until another climax rises, unbidden. Roaring towards release.

“Oh God,” I throw my head back and whine. “Don’t stop!”

“Never,” Saint vows with a desperate groan. “Fuck, Tessa, I won’t ever stop!”

His movements turn frenzied, and I can’t even keep pace anymore. I’m liquid in his arms, limp and gasping, and a captive to the pleasure that breaks over me again, sending me screaming into my next orgasm.

“Fuck!” Saint howls, slamming into my convulsing pussy once, twice more, before he comes into me, exploding with a wild roar.

We collapse together, panting hard.

‘I’d do anything for you...’

Saint’s words echo in my dazed and blissed-out mind. If I had any doubts that he meant it, he fucked them out of me just now. I’m shaken by the force of his passion—and my pleasure.

There’s nothing like it. Nothing could ever come close.

So why can’t I let go of this bitter, destructive quest—before it destroys everything that still matters to me in the world?

Why can’t I just let myself love him?

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