Break for Me (Broken Bounty #1)

by Ember Nicole

And it took no time at all for me to imagine stuffing my dick in that mouth to fuck the snarl and the sass right out of it.

“If you don’t want this to happen, I need you to say something now. This is the only chance I’m going to give you to tell me to stop before I fuck you right into tears. And you can think about it for a second before you decide. You probably should.”

“I’ve never been gentle with you, Fancy Face, and I don’t intend to start now. This won’t be slow and easy. I want your screams. I want you to break your fingernails on my skin. I want the fucking air in your lungs.”

I kissed her the same way that I planned to fuck her, like I hated her.

Hate and love both hold hands with passion. They both make people do equally crazy things and the line between them disappears while you think you’re staring right at it.”

“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.”

“That wasn’t a request,” he whispered. “You can get on your knees on your own, or I can put you on them. Makes no difference to me.”

“But if you get down there on your own like a good girl, I’ll consider letting you enjoy what I’m going to do to you when we get to the room.”

“You’re fucking gorgeous when you just shut up and do as you’re told. Shame you don’t know how to behave any other fucking minute of the day,”

“I know everything about you, Triss. You’re a whole fucking tragedy wrapped up in this tiny, annoyingly perfect bundle of mayhem,” he hissed at me. “And I’ve never wanted anything quite like I want to find out if I can fuck the crazy out of you.”

“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.”

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

“I think maybe it’s because fighting with you is like screaming into a fucking mirror.”

My mind was set on hurting her; not on her trying to suck my soul out through my cock.

“What’s wrong, Jersey?” She asked. “You don’t want to find out what it’s like to break for me, too?” Fuck me. Fuck her. Fuck this.

Something in her was every bit as messed up as whatever was inside me, and coming to that realization was probably a dangerous thing all on its own.

“Sometimes you don’t know what you really want until what you want is gone,”

“Don’t look at me like that,” she said and laughed. “Like what?” “Like you’re coming over here to fuck me until I can’t breathe.”

“What if that’s exactly what I plan on doing?”

“Break me, Jersey,” she breathed into my mouth. And it sent all the blood in my body straight to my dick.

“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.”

“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.” “There’s a word for that, Jersey Boy.”

“Please, Memphis. Don’t cry. I’m still a hundred miles away. How am I supposed to dry those tears?”

“I’m keeping you, Triss. And I don’t really care how anyone feels about it. You included.”

“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?” “Hm. We probably shouldn’t pull at that thread just yet, baby. Let’s give that one another six months or so. Tackle that disaster once you’re addicted to me and not going anywhere no matter what you learn.” “Are you trying to scare me?” I asked. “Because it’s working.” “Nah, pretty girl. You’ll know when I want your fear.”