BREAK ME (Teased and Broken Book 3) (15 page)

He tilted it toward me and rolled his eyes. A huff of disgust parted his lips. “The prick lives after all.”
“Yes,” he snapped and slammed a hand over my mouth.

I glared at him in shock.
 

He switched the phone to loud speaker. “Done it.”

Thorn’s rage soaked voice exploded the tense air of the military jeep. “Elena is
mine
.
You have no claim to her asshole. Give her back to me,
now.
I mean to take her as my wife.”

“We tricked you, dumb ass mother fucker,” Brett laughed harshly. “Check your phone later, you will see after that charming little video you sent of you trying to fuck my piece of ass.
 
Elena called me. We agreed I would rescue her from your insanity in 24 hours, and she would see what answers she could get out of you. She doesn’t love you, you dull prick. You were a ride. She has chosen to get the fuck
 
off.”
Thorn was silent for a moment.
 

I could almost see his face.

It wasn’t pretty.

“What?”

There was not a trace of anger in Thornton Darko’s voice.
 

“She tricked you, you dumb fucking rock star. You got played. El already promised herself to me. You mutilating her ass doesn’t change that!”

 
“No. It isn’t true,” Thorn barely whispered over the line.
I stared hard into Brett’s eyes.
Let me speak
 

“It’s true,” Brett affirmed coldly.
 

“No!” Thorn roared senselessly. “NOOOOOOOO!”

My man laughed and cut the call.
 

“Fuck yes!” he licked his lips, dropped his hand from my stinging mouth, and stared at me, brown eyes glittering. “Come on, tell me that didn’t feel good El?”

I trailed my fingers along his bulging arm muscles. “What is this, Brett?” I asked instead. I couldn’t answer his question.

I wouldn’t.
 

“What is going on with you?”

“Side effects,” he grunted, gaze sliding away from mine. “From that experimental drug that healed my burns.”

“What?”
“My testosterone levels are higher. I am still
me
. I’ve taken something to stabilize it.”

“How is your art doing?” I asked quietly.

Brett’s brown eyes shone with tears. “Fucking terribly. I am up 24/7 practically, but I can’t get it up for my art.
 
The blank canvas haunts me.”

“We’ll figure it out,” I reassured him. “We always do.”

He fell into my arms. “You ask my buddies. I’ve been so fucking distracted since he killed our wedding El. He turned our special day into a freaking circus. I am so sorry I didn’t pull the trigger when I had the chance. Not that it would have mattered. He lives as long as you want him. He dies, when you don’t.”

The enormity of
that
responsibility. My affection, my favor being the reason someone either lived or died was too much to think about sober. Then again, Thorn got himself into this mess didn’t he? I shivered, remembering his original intention. He had intended to use the necklace as a tool to
break me.
Because that is just want he did to powerful women like me. Because he couldn’t control himself. Then, the Warlock had fucked him over and cursed the thing and given me the power to break him instead.
 

“This is so fucked up,” I groaned.
 

A faint smile twisted Brett’s shining lips. “I missed you so much,” he breathed, dipping his head and dropping a soft kiss on my cheek. “I love you so much.”

I let him gather me up in an urgent hug. I pressed my head against his hot chest.

I felt it in my heart.

It was so warm, a blast of heat infinite.

I was home with this man.

I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until I heard Brett’s voice arguing in quiet urgent tones with another. “Not yet. I can’t. She’s been through too much. I can’t ask her to help us. Just … leave us a bit all right.”

I felt his energy and shape plop down in the darkness beside me.

He fumbled with something.

 
I stared, blinking as light exploded around us.
 

We were lying in a white bed in a rain forest. I heard every little creature. The air was fragrant, cool and fresh.

There was even the majestic thunder of a waterfall.
“You like?” Brett was lying on his side, in just a pair of black board shorts.

I drew up into a seated position, still wearing the silver compression tights and one of Brett’s white singlet’s. I stared, amazed around the room.

It was truly magnificent. So bone aching in its beauty.
 

“How?” I breathed. It seemed too real, to be manufactured.
 

 
“We are at military base,” Brett murmured. “Well, one of them. When I have secured our security team, we will return home El, en route to Hawaii.’
“Hawaii sounds wonderful.” I smiled.
Brett rolled his shoulder in the direction of my laptop sitting on a moss covered stone. “I noticed you hadn’t finished your book yet? Stage fright El?”

I blinked at him, unsure how to answer.
 

“Too scared to vanquish the beast?”

 
His hot hand slapped against my thigh and slid up it.

“Vanquish doesn’t mean what you think it means, Brett,” I said quietly.
 

He leaned over and poured me a strange turquoise drink from a crystal decanter.
 
“You going to yield or give in to him then? Or he to you?”

I accepted the drink, sniffing it. Wow. It smelled like a very nice high-end vodka.
 
“Nice bar in this rainforest,” I complimented.

He laughed.

I had always loved the sound of Brett Argosy’s laugher. So giving and booming loud. I took a grateful sip and straightened on the bed.

“How is your ass feeling?” he asked liked he truly cared.
 

“Surprisingly wonderful.”

“Let me help you out of those.” Brett drew me into his arms, set me on the ground before the bed and began to gently pry me out of my silver tights.

As the cool fragrant rainforest air hit my very exposed ass, I sighed.
 

I felt him lean against me. He peered over my shoulder, looking straight down at my butt. “Well it’s less red and angry. I want that hideous brand removed El. I know a very skilled cosmetic surgeon connected with the military here who can do it.”
“No one else is touching my ass,” I growled warningly.
 

Brett sighed. “I cannot bear it. I love your ass. This is the ultimate fucking insult from this man. He is like a feral animal that has pissed all over his territory.”

I flinched. So true.

My mind exploded with an image of Thornton Darko’s cock exploding all over my ass.

Fuck off mind!
 

‘Brett,” I said gently.

“I am so angry El,” he gasped, eyes shining with tears. “So very angry at you woman right now.”

I pulled his sweet tormented face to mine and brushed my lips over his determined mouth.

It opened and he surprised me by parting my lips wide with his tongue as drew me into a rough kiss.
 

He pushed me down to the bed.
 

“I want to have angry sex with you,” he hissed into my mouth.

My hips flicked greedily toward the energy I felt seething in his shorts. “Yes.”

He cocked a brow at me. “You sure?”

I nodded. “Let me have your fucking wrath Mr. Argosy.”
 

He grunted, as he started pulling down his shorts.

Yessssss!
 
I felt that he had every right to be angry at the mess I had invited into our lives.
 

I wanted Brett to fuck it better.
 

Pour that bitter soaked energy into me and heal us. I was a weak, despicable, fucked up person. I didn’t deserve a man like Brett Argosy. His blind devotion. His … everything.
 

He sighed as I reached up and flicked his nipples in the way I knew drove him wild.

Yummy, his cock was now looking full and heavy as it arced between his legs.
 

“I love you so fucking much woman,” he hissed as he straddled me with his thighs. Thighs that appeared to have grown in equal measure with his arms.
 
He opened my mouth with his fingers.

 
I tried to suck on them, but he spread them wider, stretching, forcing my jaw wide open.
 

Tiny ripples of pain ran along my chin. My entire mouth ached.

“Brett,” I moaned in protest.
 

He shoved his cock into my mouth.

Hard.

A quick downward motion, made me splutter and choke around it.
 

I tried to suck on it, draw on it. Something, anything to get some kind of semblance of sexual control back here.
 

His hand fell to my shoulder, long thin artistic fingers squeezing, pressing me down and away.

I was forced to lay back helpless.
 

Shit!
I really didn’t have any control over this I realized. Brett was making the strong brutal thrusts himself.
 

My stunned wide eyes fell shut as I focused on the sensation of his cock burning my throat. It bruised my lips as it slammed repeatedly into my mouth.
 

As he fisted my hair I felt myself fall apart around that raging hot cock.
 

He drew out on a surprised gasp.

 
He drove into my pussy in the very next motion.

Hard and scorching.
 

I screamed, head falling back.

The surprise of it ripped me apart.

My back arched rigidly as he pumped me full of cruel mindless thrusts.

“Hey!” I protested.
 

Our hips met as I grinded against him. Me meeting him stroke for stroke.
 

I was warm and wet now.

But not pleasured.

He was insane. Rough. It wasn’t about us. It was about him.

I couldn’t slow him down. He was mindless. Gone. I could see it in his eyes. So angry. The sexual energy charging from him was heart breakingly dark. Really fucked up. This was not my Brett.

I had done this.

It broke me

Shattered my pussy.

Exhausted, he exploded inside of me.

I lay there stricken.

Devastated between the legs.

He said nothing as he got up from the bed, moved to a tree.

I stared in surprise blinking as the tree appeared to open.
 

A bath room I presumed.

He paused at the door and stared at me a moment, lips twitching in a smile that bathed my heart in hope because it reminded me of Brett.
 

He disappeared through the opening.
 

Follow him

I did.

I heard the shower rushing but he wasn’t in it.

He was on the floor.

Head in his hands.

Crying.

Shit!
“Brett,”
 
I fell to my knees before him.

His big shoulders were shaking. “El, please leave me alone.”

“I want to help you paint again,” I whispered. “Come into the rainforest, I’ll show you.”

His head rose from his hands as he stared at me. “What?” he croaked.

I gently tilted his chin, mouth descending swiftly on his, as I started to kiss him.
 

He would be so angry if I used my powers against him.
 
I wouldn’t do that. Damn it though, I wanted to help him through this.
 

Brett and art were intertwined.

Brett without art was just fucking scary.

I didn’t want to be in that reality.
 

I loved him so much.
 

I felt responsible for the choking dark pain inside of him.
 

I had put it there in that big, giving heart of his.
 

 
“Yes,” I murmured against his lips.
 

Gently, with exquisite subtlety, I found his energy thread, carefully, I sent it a ripple, just a vague hint of
pleasure.
 

I frowned as I sucked his salty lips and tried to mend the chaos, the testosterone scars. I wanted to heal him, I did what I could in my limited newbie range of Enchantress ability.

When he parted from my lips he looked like my old Brett again.

“El,” he breathed. “I would love that woman.” His arms around my neck and pulled me up with him, so my legs gripped his hips.
 

I cried out as he slammed me against the tiles of the shower wall. He balanced me on his shoulders as he lowered himself.

“What are you do- ”

He plunged between my thighs and licked me hard, cutting off the rest of my question that died on a happy sigh.
 

He smiled so sweetly. His brown eyes sparkling clear and bright between my wobbling thighs. I didn’t expect what he said next
 

“Let me slay your cunt with my tongue.”

Eighteen

“Fuck this! Fuck all of this!”

I heard a violent commotion downstairs.
 

The sound of my man raging. His primal roar, was eye wideningly scary.
 

We had moved back into our house (we had only just put it up for sale) en route and bound for Hawaii.
 

Things had been strained between Brett and I to say the least.

He was deeply hurt I still wanted Thornton Darko after everything he had done to us.

He was deeply hurt at the things I had done to get the truth about the raven necklace. I groaned softly at the memories of my fucked up interludes with the dirty wizard. Brett was cut up that I had let Thorn inside of me. What he didn’t know, was that Thorn was
still
inside of me. I hadn’t shaken his erotic, magnetic, dark, sensual energy yet. It stained my tiny soul.
 

For two nights Brett insisted I bathe before my skin touched his. I was mortified, hurt, but didn’t protest.