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

The man’s sinful mouth, was everything.
 

It was my fucked up reality.

I loved his kisses I decided. Even though they left me a puddle of arousal. Left me feeling all melty, sticky and twitchy between the legs. Damn that man, I hated being so …
affected.
 

“I want a room inside of you,” Thorn slurred as he lifted his lips from my stinging mouth.
 

“You are already inside of me.” I sighed. “Surely you already know this right? You don’t need a fucking room in there as well.”

He laughed, biting his flirty bottom lip as he considered me.
 

I tried to ignore the distinct, rather insidious, urge I felt to bite that lip of his … just a little. To nip it. To taste his blood.
 
How beautiful it always tasted to me. There was the usual coppery sharpness, but the sweetness of its sugar, the salt and the insane
power
.
 

“You still want me,” he breathed. His gaze grinned at me in demented delight. “Even after seeing me act like a such a fucking animal.”
 
He slammed me against his hips. Filling his hand with my left ass cheek as he thrust his alarming hardness against my mound. He dipped his head, his lips brushing warmly against my forehead. “Thank you,’” he said in a low dark voice. “Your help feels especially good right now.”
 

Overcome by his physical assault. The frantic tingling mess it left me from head to toe, I blurted, “Thorn you were eating fucking hearts. You need
professional
help.”

He tipped his head back and laughed. “Ah, yes! I’m addicted to your
mouth.
Good to know you took my invitation to never stop teasing me seriously.”

“I am not teasing you,” I said softly. “I am perfectly serious.”

He smacked me hard in the pussy three times.
 

“Are you fucking crazy?” I gasped.

“This mouth was acting out, I needed to slap it down a little,” he shrugged. Then his huge hands fell and grabbed the globes of my ass. He squeezed, fondled, and stroked over my butt as he walked me backwards to the van.
 

I shot him a questioning look.

“Jacob’s staring at your ass. It was bothering me,” he answered softly. “It’s a fucking weapon,” he squeezed, drawing a tremulous cry over my lips that were already twitching in barely restrained laughter. “You can’t just go flashing this thing around!”
 

His expression became serious as he pushed me into the van and pounced on top of me, breathing hard. “If anything happened to you or that ass, I would never forgive myself, love.”

As
 
the van hurtled into the night, with Bob and Jacob singing loudly and badly to Cellrager (to Thorn’s supreme mortification);
 
Thorn held me firm within the circle of his arms. He had assured in soothing dark honeyed tones that I could clean all the death off me soon.
 
Funny, that he felt that was the highest ranking worry I had! I felt his heart pulse rhythmically against the back of my head as I rested it on his magnificent chest. I had deliberately angled my butt away from the bulging sinful snake in his pants. I didn’t want to be accused of enchanting the fucking thing again.
Sweet Jesus!
Thorn’s bandaged hand covered my right arm and was rubbing up and down it.

I frowned at it. “Why don’t you heal?”

“I am saving my powers to heal my Father.”

And what then? I wondered.

Who is going to heal you?

Because you? Thornton Darko. You are fucked in the head.

It was breaking my heart. I loved him so much.

There was so much I wanted to say to this man.
 
I was still gathering my scattered thoughts.

Thorn had threatened my man at our wedding.
 

I felt I had no choice but to go with him, not just because of the threat but because he was going to keep fucking coming back anyway.
 

As long as I wanted him.
 

I was determined to figure out how to stop this.

Not wanting him seemed the obvious answer.
 

My lip curled in a sneer remembering what he had said to me when he had rode that beast of a motorcycle out of the cathedral.
 

“You will
always
want me.”

Is this because I truly wanted him? Or did it have something to do with the damn necklace? Did it somehow manipulate me? Was it his insurance of me
always
wanting him?
 

There had to be a way of getting the truth out of him. I was steadfast in my resolve to find it.
 

“We are going back to Mexico,” Thorn’s voice intruded on my thought drift.
 

“I still owe my buddy an appearance and Cellrager is there awaiting me to fuck that album with them.”

I scoffed at the dizzying heights of his egomania. “You just abducted me from my wedding. Don’t you think shit is going to blow sky high? You can’t just presume to pick up from where you left off as drunk and disorderly Cellrager?”

He rumbled with dark delicious laugher that sent tingling vibrations right to my core. “I am only drunk and disorderly when you are not by my side, Elena,” he sighed, fingers stroking lightly along my neck. “Your absence makes me fucking senseless love. It is a kind of sickness, I’m afraid. You are … the remedy.”

I shivered.

I couldn’t help it.

His touch.
 

His words.
 

Devastated and elated me.

Thorn shifted and grunted.

All the bliss ignited within as I felt his swollen package jut into my trembling rear.

 
My freckle squeezed shut from the assault of that thing.

I tried to wriggle away. He gripped me tighter within the circle of his powerful, overprotective arms.
 

“You could have got us killed Elena,” he moaned despairingly. He shifted again. I felt him lean back.
 
Something softer but equally engorged rubbed up against my butt. His balls.

I rolled my eyes. This man was impossible. Was that how he made me want him? Rub his bits over me at regular intervals? Hmmmmm, I might be onto something there. It was my best theory yet; I think it topped the raven necklace theory.
 

“You do understand don’t you what is going on here?
 
I didn’t just remove you in a jealous rage in your attempt to marry that soft cock Brett. I specifically told you that would not happen. I did it because of what is coming for you, for
us
Elena. Your trigger unhappy solider artist man isn’t going to be enough to protect you against that black magic! Yet out in that field just now, you played a game with me Enchantress. Why did you do it? Are you so obsessed with my cock you would risk your life for it?”

 
“Why did I do what?” I managed to get out despite every nerve ending screaming his name. Loudly. I wondered if he could hear it with his Warlock senses. Did that make his heads bigger?
 

“You truly don’t know do you?”
 
He wriggled against me, lifted me to my knees and spun me around to face him.

I shook my head.

“You enchanted my cock again,” he insisted. “All I felt like doing was putting my parts inside of you and fucking you until we both exploded. But I had to make sure that try hard Warlock and his half-witted demon crew didn’t kill you.”

I stared at him.
 

“You truly don’t know you are doing it do you?” Thorn gaped astonished. “Fuck woman!” His hands sped into his longish black hair. “This is unacceptable. We need to get you some help. That is a power you need to understand how to use. It would be helpful for example, not to use it when you are about to get fucking killed and I am trying to protect you.”
 

“Clarissa can help!” I eagerly offered. “And Aaron,” I added quickly.
 

I didn’t think Thorn would seriously bring either of them to me but it was worth chancing a lie.
 

He surprised me yet again.

Thorn was on the phone barking something in another language, whatever it was, he sounded very demanding and bossy. He tossed his phone aside.
 
“Done” he muttered angrily and wrapped his coat securely around me. “They will be discreetly dispatched to the hotel I have hired for our stay in Mexico.”

My eyes popped wide open. Fuck me, my best buddy was going to kill me for this. Shit.
 
Even still, the selfish bitch in me was flooded with relief at our impending reunion.
 

And what was this shit about the hotel he hired?

“You got us a room in a hotel right? You didn’t hire the whole hotel out?” I sought to clarify.
 

Thorn’s lips twitched faintly in a smile. “You are hilarious. Of course I hired the entire hotel.
 
We are at war. Some sinister old magic has just declared war on your gorgeous ass. Do you seriously think I would put innocents in the middle of that shit? Those who will assist us at the hotel are my faithful servants. They help manage shit in my own castle.”

I shivered with unease. Not more circus witch hating freaks? “I had them checked,” Thorn tried to assure me seeing the concern on my face. His hard serious face, softened. “They are not connected with that lying misfit Ryan. They will not harm you. All are deeply loyal to me Elena. They respect what my heart craves most.”

“Which is?”

“Ahhhhh,” he sighed, licking his lips. “For you to be finally mine.”

I frowned. “You must explain what the fuck that means? It’s been bothering me.”

 
“Why Aaron?”
 

Infuriating! He had answered me with a question.

“He has physic abilities. He might help stop me from breaking you,” I explained lamely.
 

“You can’t break something that's already broken,” Thorn’s huge hand sped between my legs, palmed my panties and squeezed. “So calm your pretty bits love. You won’t break me.”

Four

Thorn really had hired out the entire hotel.
 
Holy hell!
 
It was grotesquely luxurious.
 
A beautiful five-star exclusive sprawling white washed building overlooking a restless bay. He had stocked the hotel with what looked like extras from the freaking Addams family. There was insane joy and commotion from his loyal little army at being reunited with their freak King.
 

He embraced and kissed each and every one of them with equal vigor. Adoration and love shining bright in his emerald eyes.
 
Watching him with them, my heart cracked open and wept for him. The lost and misunderstood. Cast aside. Overlooked. The very people he so fiercely protected were his family now.
 
I had been standing with Bob and the rest of the Cellrager crew on the sidelines mesmerized by this outpouring of love. Thorn’s arm swept around me as he pulled me flush against him. “Elena and I were attacked tonight. We must clean up and rest. Please, everyone, stay alert. Stay safe. Take extreme care. You take a huge risk being here. I am gladdened but also saddened by this. I love you.
All
of you. I will end this stupid war about nothing.”

Actually, Thornton, I disagreed quietly. Isn’t it a war about …everything?
 
Isn’t it because Warlocks and Enchantresses are fucking forbidden?
 
Nothing good ever comes from the rubbing of witchy and warlocky bits?
 
In fact, your very
end
is foretold by tangling with yours truly.
 
That
is not a war about nothing.
 

We rode the lift in silence.
 

Thorn
 
kept sniffing the air and looking at me with intense interest.
 

We entered a ridiculously huge bedroom with an even larger adjoining bathroom.
 
Feeling my cheeks sting red in embarrassment, I muttered, “I smell like shit.”

“To the contrary,” Thorn rolled his tongue in a sensual arc along the sexy curve of his upper lip. “
You
smell good Elena, too good. Before we wash this night off of us. I
need,”
his lips parted and his eyes went to flame again, “to lick you.”

“What?” I spluttered, alarmed as he began pushing himself from his clothing. He punched his ridiculously huge chest through the shirt.
 

I laughed as the buttons burst and pinged at my trembling boobs in the blood soaked ivory cups of my bra.

My laugher died away when his bare torso slammed into mine, exploding me backwards. His hand snaked around my waist to halt the sickening impact I anticipated with the gleaming wall of tile behind me. I was recovering from the assault that was his skin seething against mine, when his large hand captured both wrists, moving my arms sharply upwards. I cried out in mock outrage as he fastened them with the tie of bathrobe to a hook above me.

“What!” I began.
“Thorn?”

“I
need
,” he groaned. “
You
.”

Shit. I felt my heart swell in my chest at the
look
in his eyes. Thorn wasn’t a vampire, but his flame lit emerald eyes reminded me of one as they roamed everywhere.

“Can we just have a shower?” I asked on a moan as he pushed his tight black trousers down and kicked them aside. He pressed urgently between my thighs, parting them as his fingers deftly snapped my bra free. He buried his hot insanely gorgeous face between my quivering mounds.

“We will love,” he reassured gently. “I will clean you up real good after I’m done.”

Holy hell.

I was a little frightened at the change in him. He opened his mouth and attempted to suckle my entire breast inside that wide sexy mouth.

My nipple popped hard as Tongue ring and sharp teeth rubbed against it. A riot of warmth in my panties at the sensation. My head dropped and I gasped as his huge hand pushed my white satin panties down. He gripped my legs suddenly and forced them up over the huge span of his shoulders.