BREAK ME (Teased and Broken Book 3) (10 page)

 
“He only breaks the toys he loves the most,” she murmured, fluttering her fingers in farewell.

I stared after her, breathing hard. I was deeply affected by her words.
 

“Oh come now, surely none of what she said was a surprise to you bitch!” Aaron scoffed.
 

I glared at my best friend. “He is not going to break me.”

“But you are still going to break him right?” Aaron smiled, lowering his voice.
 

“What?” I blinked at him in confusion.

“You’re still going to go through with trying to get some truth out of him before Brett gets here right? You know with the,” Aaron broke off and stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked making an orgasm face.

I laughed nervously, remembering I had resolved to try getting the truth out of him by raping Thorn’s cock with my mouth. “Yes.”

“Give us a call babe when you’ve done it. I am so interested in what he has to say. I am pretty sure it is going to break your fucking heart.”

He embraced me.

My arms reluctantly rose to wrap around him.

I was stunned at his insensitivity.

“You think I am a fucking idiot,” I realized.

“I do, when it comes to Thornton Darko,” Aaron said softly, his face crumpled in pain. “I
love
you so much El. I can’t stand to see my best friend falling apart over such an unnecessary
freak
.”
 

“Who said anything about falling apart?” I whispered to Aaron’s retreating back.
 

That seemed an overly optimistic view of proceedings with Thornton Darko thus far.

I had already fallen apart.

Eleven

I found Thorn in the bath.

He lay there so very still that for a truly awful moment I thought he was dead.
 

I stood over him, wincing at the sight of the red angry swollen mess between his legs.
 

How cruel Snake Father had been to belt the poor man
there.
 

Such a depraved lunatic.
 

“Take it away from me,” he whispered desperately. “
Please.
”

Wait, what now? He was healing. I could see his angry junk becoming a less angry flush of red. The welts were starting to mend themselves nicely.
 

His eyes rolled fitfully behind his lids, long dark lashes shuddering. His wide sexy mouth lengthened in a lazy sultry, dazed as fuck smile.

I frowned, noticing something dark glistening beneath his nose. It was trailing to the top of his lip.

His huge inked arm slid from the rim of the bath it had been resting on.
 

Dangling between his fingertips was an empty syringe.

What the actual fuck?

I screamed as his other arm shot out of the water and took hold of me. He slammed me urgently into the bath with a splash, positioning me so I perched astride of his powerful hard stomach. I noted he was careful not to place me anywhere near his angry, but healing, junk.

His eyes were crackling with green fire and dilated.
 

“Oh, thank God you’re here,” came a tearful, sheepish sounding voice. “I’ve been so worried about him.”

Jacob.

I whirled around in my soaking wet bathrobe Thorn was clumsily trying to get me out of.

“He asked me to get the devil juice.” Jacob was raking a hand nervously through his straight shower of black hair. “He was a raving ranting asshole about it too. I had been with his buddy that owns the Depeche Mode bar. I was carrying out Thorn’s wishes for compensation and funeral arrangements for the band.” He blinked, rubbing at his red eyes. “And then I get the call from Thorn to get my ass back here with devil juice.”
“What is devil juice?” I whispered.

Thorn’s words tumbled back into my mind, that he had mumbled against my neck in that field of hell.
 

‘This will never ever happen again.’

 
“Devil juice is a designer warlock magical fucker drug,” Jacob shrugged. “I know he drained his juice pretty hard today, but this shit is potent. He injected way too much of it.”

“What does it do?” I asked, heart swelling in terror.

“It heals.”
 

Thorn’s head tipped back and he laughed.
 
A dark, throaty delicious rumble that made my clit shiver involuntarily. More inky glittering substance slid out of his nose.

“What have you done to yourself?” I whispered, afraid for him.

The impossible man straightened, pulling me to him. He lifted us both from the tub.
 

He frowned, rubbing at his nose, glaring at the inky shimmer smeared on his hand. “What is necessary to protect us,” he said softly and set me carefully down on the floor.
 

To Jacob, he snapped. “Thank Rowan for the supply. I still owe him a show apparently, but it won’t be under Cellrager.”

Poor Jacob!
 
He was devastated to hear this. “You gunna start another act? You know Sammy and the rest of the guys would want you to go on with Cellrager. Hell man, you
are
Cellrager.”

Thorn shrugged. “I am severely uninterested with that now.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Please leave us. I asked Elena a question. It was important. I want to feel her pussy answer me.”

Jacob laughed nervously. “Go easy. You’re pretty fucked Thorn. You should rest. Sleep. Something. It’s been one shit of a day for you man.”

Thorn stepped out of the bath, staggered, then recovered.
 
He reached for Jacob.

“Damn,” Jacob cried in protest as he thrust a towel at him. “Cover yourself.
 
I don’t need to see
that!”

Thorn laughed, fastening the towel quickly around his waist. He engulfed the young man in a hug.

“Thanks for caring,” he said gruffly, “but I meant what I said. Please
leave.
”

With a cheeky smile shot in my direction, Jacob fled the bathroom.

I shrugged out of my dripping wet bathrobe and let it fall to the floor.

I frowned.

 
I wasn’t sure
why
I did that exactly.

Thorn cocked an eyebrow at me, grinning. The ring embedded in his chin, winked at me.

Right. I didn’t do that.
 

He
did.

“Well,” he prowled toward me. “Will you take it away from me?”

“What?” I took a step backward.

“What they put inside of me,” he whispered, continuing his purposeful prowl. “In place of my soul.”

I was forced out of the bathroom.
 
The luxurious rug I had spied across the polished floorboards before the bed now licked softly against my feet as I padded backwards.
 

“I need you to take it away,” he insisted. The towel fell from his waist.
 

I fought to keep my gaze on his face. Damn. It fell of course. As it
must.

Such a dirty bitch.
 

His cock looked like it had gorged itself on arousal.
 

It was a right mess.

I checked myself. Had I done that? Enchanted his prick at will? Again?
Really?

He laughed. “No,” his hand gripped his cock as he gave it a pull and winced, “this is all me, love.”

Perfect. Horny dirty wizard practically inviting my mouth to eat his prick.
 

Well, sort of.
 

Now or never Elena
, I coached myself. But I didn’t want to do this.
 

Not now.
 

Not tonight.

 
I wanted to
comfort
him. I didn’t want to sexually manipulate him into telling me the truth.

Not after what we had been through.
 

Not after what he had
endured.
 

I held this beautiful chaotic man for a moment. My head pressed to his magnificent chest, hearing that big heart booming beneath my ear. I felt his energy in a way I never had before. My newfound awareness of my powers.
 
I didn’t interfere with it. But holy hell, his sexual energy was as dynamic as Thorn himself. A dark, delicious, magnetic unending thrall. I could get lost just for a taste of him. The ultimate hit.
 
Yummy.
 

The sudden blast of pounding heat between my legs made me shiver in unease.

He affected me in a way no other man ever had.

I wanted to hold him, all night.
 

In this make believe reality where I was ‘all or nothing’.
 

For him.
 

That I loved only
him.

I served only
him.
 

I teased only
him.

I thrilled only
him.

I fucked only
him.

I tasted only
him.

Everything ... all of me, only for
him.

I sighed unhappily, and parted from his chest. Tilting my head, I peered at him through my lashes.
 

“What would you have me take away from you Thorn?”

“Hell,” he barely whispered.

My brows came together. “What?”

“What they put inside of me Elena when they scooped my soul out. Hell.”

His eyes squeezed shut.

 
“You wonder why I am so intoxicated by you? Why I am so obsessed? Why I near lose my fucking mind when you are not by my side?”

I shook my head, dumbfounded.

 
“Because you are the only reprieve I have from
hell.
I
love
you Elena. I will not lose you. You remind me of who I want to be. Thank you for not leaving me tonight,” he whispered. “I released you. You could have run away, but you chose to stay here with me. It means more than you can ever know.”
 

I wanted my hands all over this man.
 

I wanted to touch him
everywhere.

I wanted his body to distract me from the storm his words had put inside my heart.

I found my fingers stroking along his strong jaw.
 
I rose to my tip toes and licked his lips that were very slightly parted.

“Are you hungry?”

Thorn sounded faintly amused as his hand rubbed over his belly. “Because I am fucking starving.”

My stomach gurgled in loud agreement.
 

He smirked at the sound and pulled me after him to the huge bed. “Come on, if I am to take you the way I want to take you Enchantress we both need to eat something.
 

“How do you intend to take me?” I wondered.
 

“Ah,” he laughed softly, “what I am going to do to that pretty little pussy of yours.”
 

His dark green eyes scorched my insides with the intense
want
I saw in them. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands cupping my ass, squeezing and pulling me closer.
 
He began threading my arm through the sleeve of one of his long black shirts.
 
Hmmm, wearing his clothes now. This was getting cozy.
 

Brett!

Don’t lose your nerve now Elena. You have him right where you want him. Don’t you want to know the truth?

I thought about all the things Thorn hadn’t told me. His deception, his outright lies. Yes! Of course I wanted to
know.
That was before all the events of tonight.
 

Before the show at the Depreche Mode Bar.

Before the field.
 

“Tell me,” I slapped his huge inked shoulder playfully. “What you’re going to do Thorn.”

“I am,” he hesitated a moment as he buttoned me into the shirt. “Not going to hold anything back this time Elena,” he growled. “You are going to get
all
of me.”

My eyes widened in alarm.
 

Shit.
 

I recalled the last several times he had taken me.
 
Mind bendingly intense and rough. I fondly recalled the date we had enjoyed in the little grotto in the cliff face.
 
He had fucked me senseless.
 
My skin burned in exquisite torment at the memory.
 
I felt a delicious tingle at my core and my thighs parted.

He noticed and a smile twitched at the corner of his lips. “Why so frightened?”
 

“You held back last time?” I clarified, unbelieving.

He nodded, looking amused. “Of course. I can’t just go tearing up cunts with my, what would you call it, dirty wizard prick straight up. Holy hell woman.”
 

His long fingers walked down my belly and tapped lightly at the top of my mound.

I fought hard to keep my hips from flicking me into a helpless grind against his palm.
 

Sweet Jesus!

He rose to his full height and stared down at me with such kindness and fondness. The green glow dimmed from his eyes and they became their normal dark green hue again. Hmmmm … interesting.

His fingers left my mound and moved to roam my ass.

A sigh parted my lips involuntarily.
 

“I’m curious,” he said almost shyly. “Why do you ask?”

I smirked, pulling away from his perverted groping. “Do you really need validation of your sexual prowess Mr. Darko? Have I not already informed you on at least one occasion that your performance was outstanding?”

He laughed.
 

It was like a surprising blast of sunshine. I loved its warmth and lightness.
 

 
“Well, I have an ego love, and it occasionally likes a stroke.” He cocked a dark eyebrow at me and chewed on his bottom lip. “Welllllll,” he murmured. “It’s waiting.”
 

“I thought the ego was your submissive and you were the dominant?” I teased.

“Well yes, when it comes to my art, but when it comes to my cock, my sexing, my fuck style, no, no I am the submissive and my ego tells me exactly what to do.”

I laughed.