Break for Me (Broken Bounty #1)

by Ember Nicole

“I’m not telling you to call anyone in our own fucking organization, Memphis. Call the hotel. Call in an order for a fucking pizza here for all I care. Get someone up here who can get through that door and bring me the fucking duffel bag from across the room.” “And if they call the cops about a guy handcuffed to a bed?” “I had a one night stand that went wrong,” I said quickly. “The fucking understatement of the century.” “Memphis.” “Just keep your pants on…off? Gross. Give me a second.”

I needed her to go back to being all fire and razor sharp edges. I needed her to be as ready to hurl insults at me as I was when it came to her. This weird, vulnerable, emotional girl in front of me was hard to look at. I needed the one who spewed acid from her mouth relentlessly so I wouldn’t have to feel like such an asshole for stuffing her into the trunk of Seph when we left this horrible fucking city in the morning.

“A soulmate doesn’t just happen by chance,” she said. “It’s not somebody you just stumble across. Soulmates are made. I think you decide that you want somebody. You have to keep choosing that somebody every second of every day. You have to decide that they’re worth all the shitty days, that you’d miss the sound of their snoring more than you’d ever want the quiet nights back, that their broken pieces can fit together with your own so you both have a little better chance at being whole.”

“Daddy issues?” I asked, rubbing my neck. “You think I fucked you because I have daddy issues? I swear to God if you start calling me good girl thinking it’ll get you laid again, I’ll throw up everywhere right now.” He grabbed my arm to pull me back toward the street with him. “Only good girls get called good girl,” he said. “Bad girls end up in my handcuffs. They choke on my dick. Bad girls get fucked in every way imaginable until they beg me to stop. And then I fuck them a little harder.”

My eyes drifted back to my little mistress of mayhem when Memphis moved on to putting information about Trista on the screen. She was slowly making her way down the length of the windows. Dresses like that one should be against the actual fucking law. Showing that amount of perfectly tanned and flawless skin was dangerous.

She sighed when I put my hands on her hips, and I couldn’t do anything at all to stop my own thumbs from moving back and forth over the dimples in her lower back. The woman had curves for days. Terribly, unholy curves for days that made my mouth water.

“I’ll let that one slide because I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite as stunning as you are when you break for me.”

They stopped there for the fingers of her right hand to trace every letter of Semper Fidelis.

“Let it happen, baby,” I whispered. “Break for me. And shatter me with you.”

Had I done it? Did I just fuck the crazy right out of her? She wasn’t moving. She wasn’t trying to run. She hadn’t told me to get off of her. Maybe she’d fucked the crazy into me? Was that sexually transmissible? The crazy? It probably was. Sounded like something that would happen to me.

I couldn’t say I’d ever seen anyone walk toward gunfire like he was so fucking sure of himself that there wasn’t a soul on this planet who could touch him, like a shot straight to the chest wouldn’t even phase him. It probably wasn’t the kind of thing that gave normal women a desperate desire to be ravaged by a madman who’d kidnapped them right there in the hills of Kentucky.

“Jersey —.” But I couldn’t fucking figure out what to say. Could you do that thing you do where you fuck me like a savage until I can see noises and hear colors? Maybe before you drop me off at death’s door? That’d be cool of you. Jesus. What was wrong with me? “What is it?” He asked.

He forced all the air out of his body in one giant sigh before he smirked and shook his head. He walked right at me until his whole body was against mine and he reached around me to grab a handful of my hair from the back of my head. He pulled it until I was looking up at him. “You know, if you want me to fuck you again, you could just ask nicely. Saying shit like that about Seph is a good way to get yourself hurt,” he said.

“You wouldn’t believe how fucking perfect you look when you break for me. So easily. So completely. Your body just does everything I want it to.” “Just fuck me, you egotistical shithead,” she said and pushed against my head harder when she smiled. Jesus. She really did want me to hurt her. “Don’t even think about moving,” I told her.

I hadn’t adequately prepared for this. My mind was set on hurting her; not on her trying to suck my soul out through my cock. I had to grab her by the hair to pull her off me to make sure I’d still get the chance to make her scream this time around.

The groan that came out of me the second that I could feel how wet she was for me sent my brain right back into wondering how the fuck she could want a soulless lunatic like me that badly and so often, especially after she’d just fucking watched me black out in absolute rage over my car.

I watched very uncomfortably while he wrapped my fucking underwear around the gearshift before he started the car.

She turned her face into my chest before she spoke to try to muffle the words. “You like me.” I laughed and squished her against me. “I don’t like anybody,” I said. But that word sounded significantly less crazy than the one that was throwing itself at the inside of my skull like a caged animal.

“You seriously think I want to have sex with you tonight after you tied me to a chair and left me in a building with three lunatics?” She asked, still smiling against my mouth. “For fuck’s sake. I let one person stab you one time,” I said and rolled my eyes. “I think it’s time to grow up and let it go.” “That just happened four hours ago, you dick.”

She pulled until the upper half of my body was on top of hers and I had to put effort into holding my weight off of her. “Break me, Jersey,” she breathed into my mouth. And it sent all the blood in my body straight to my dick.

Breaking her apart would absolutely be painful, but it needed to happen. Busting out the damaged and ruined pieces would be like taking a sledgehammer to a brick wall, but I’d take that same sledgehammer to myself so that she could rebuild herself with the broken shards of me that were stronger.

“That might be the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard,” he said, like he couldn’t even breathe because of it. “Then you’d better keep making it happen before I decide to handle this myself.” His chuckle brought goosebumps up all over my body. “I don’t know what kind of threat you think you’re making, but I’d be ready to die a happy man to watch you touch yourself, Fancy Face.”

“I’m trying real fucking hard to be easy with you right now,” he whispered once he’d raised back up to put his forehead against mine. “But you have no fucking idea what you’re doing to me, girl.” “Maybe that’s how it feels to break for me.” He stopped moving completely when he looked at me that time.

He crashed down on top of me a second later, not bothering to hold any of his weight off me. He felt like his body was made to fit on top of me this way; like every solid piece of him was meant to hold every curve of me. He chuckled quietly and I panicked big-fucking-time wondering if I’d managed to say that out loud without realizing it too.

I slapped him right across his stupid cheek. He froze and glared at me like I’d lost my fucking mind for a few seconds. Then his tongue slid across the inside of his cheek and he broke out into the most perfect laugh I’d ever heard. “The fucking lady balls on you,” he said in the middle of his laughing fit.

“The monster in me, the one that wants to hurt people, kill people; the one that needs to be kept locked away. It’s like — it’s like it’s quieter when she’s around. Not gone. I don’t think it’ll ever be gone. But the sound of her stupid voice scraping against my eardrums seems to drown the monster out a little. She’s louder, more infuriating, screams for all my attention so there’s nothing left of me that can focus on the monster. There’s still something in here that tells me to do awful things to her, but that’s a different kind of monster entirely. I don’t want to control that one. I very much want to let that one out. But it’s the other one that concerns me. And she — I think she calms it.”

“If you’re only going to let me say your name and please every time you fuck me, don’t you want to know what your actual name would sound like when I scream it?” I watched his grip on the gearshift tighten and it gave me a hilarious sense of satisfaction that I had such an effect on him, even if my underwear was still wrapped around that gearshift to also make me a little self-conscious.

He moved so fast to spin me away from him and bend me over the trunk of the car that I actually screamed while he did it. The grip that he had locked on my shoulder to hold my upper half against the car even hurt. His very solid dick was pressed against my ass a second later, and even after ending up in this position, I felt oddly successful. I hadn’t even had to use the right name to turn him on.

“I’m going to give you one chance, Triss. Just one, to say the right name to make up for that shit. And understand this now that if you get it wrong, I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never actually come again. We’ll start right here in this parking lot and I don’t fucking care who might see. I’ll edge you until it kills both of us.” I absolutely should not have been enjoying this so much. Why was he a fucking psycho? And why was I loving it that it was about me?

“Vance!” The last word she screamed was his name, and the car screeched to a standstill right in the middle of the road. The strangled noise that came out of him rocked my world like a fucking earthquake.

“Are you going to give me back to them?” I asked and immediately looked out my window to avoid his face. He was quiet for way too much time. I was going to have to figure out how to get away from him again. “Is that why you’re pouting?” He asked and laughed. The asshole fucking laughed.

“Are you?” I asked again. He grabbed my hand and pulled it to his mouth to the kiss the back of it. “I’m keeping you, Triss. And I don’t really care how anyone feels about it. You included.”

The look on my face must have made that obvious because he chuckled before he kissed my hand another time. Everything about how calm he was in regard to what he just said freaked me out that much more. “Did I just gain a boyfriend against my will?” I asked, because humor was the only way I could think to escape the crushing weight of what his words really meant. “Is it weird to call you a boyfriend? Aren’t you a little — I don’t know. Mature? For that?”

“Submission looks good on you.” “Ew. Nothing about that word works for me,” I said quickly. “I’m okay with that. It’s always more fun when you think you’re going to fight me at first anyway.” “What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

I couldn’t see what he was doing, but with just about every second that passed I was squishing myself harder into him like he might forget I was right there beside him and leave me behind in that nightmare. “Baby?” “Yeah?” I asked. “I’m going to need you to get your tits off my arm so I can focus.” “Are you fucking kidding me?” I whispered back at him as loudly as I could with it still being a whisper. “You cannot possibly be thinking about sex right now. Right here, of all places.” “You’re the adrenaline junkie,” he whispered with a tiny chuckle. “Are you really going to tell me that you’re not thinking about sex right now?” “I‘m currently more preoccupied by the possibility of zombies.” He stopped moving entirely to look at me over his shoulder like I was an absolute lunatic.