Break for Me (Broken Bounty #1)

by Ember Nicole

I wanted every gasp, every scream, every whimper.

I’d prided myself on being a very in-control kind of man the last few years, but I was not in charge of this moment. I just laid there, thoroughly drugged out of my mind by her brand of ecstasy, and let her use my body however she fucking pleased.

I used two fingers to keep constant movement on her clit until she was trying to squirm out from underneath

me. I laid most of my body weight onto her to keep her right where she was. “Let it happen, baby,” I whispered. “Break for me. And shatter me with you.”

She whispered my name and it halted all my movements for a few seconds. I tightened my hold on her hands, and then I stopped breathing entirely when she did the same. 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.

My last night with her. And I still hadn’t used the handcuffs, choked her with my dick, used my belt, or made her beg me to stop like the punishment that I promised. I tossed the computer back onto the table beside me. I wasn’t about to be made a liar.

He had absolutely spent the night putting on a show for whoever might have been watching. He wasn’t happy until every inch of me had been displayed in front of that glass. He wasn’t happy even then. He didn’t stop until there actually was a puddle on the floor in front of the window. He waited until I was genuinely begging him; a whimpering, overstimulated, shaking heap of body parts that no longer worked to support my own weight. He didn’t just let me enjoy it. He went well out of his fucking way to make sure I enjoyed it, over and over again.

This was my last day to get away from him, and much to my own discomfort of having to admit it, that was the last thing that I wanted to do. “Jersey?” “Don’t,” he snapped at me over his shoulder. I was just his job. He was just another asshole.

I held his black shirt up to my face and breathed in deeply. I almost laughed that his cinnamon smell was nearly replaced by the smell of sex, but whether that was actually the shirt or just the entire room, I wasn’t sure. It took another half a second of running my fingers over the fabric to decide that I was keeping his shirt and I stuffed it into my backpack.

“Can you maybe focus?” Trista asked from behind me. “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable in my efforts to keep you alive?” “Everything about you makes me uncomfortable.” “I think I like her a little more every time we have these talks,” Memphis said in my ear.

I looked back to Seph in time to see Trista fucking baseball slide across the ground to get down behind the passenger’s side. Teeny tiny Rambo, indeed.

“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.

“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. Every fucking word was like being teased while he kept his mouth just far enough away to keep from actually touching mine. “Maybe I like the way you hurt me,” I said. “Persephone is a bitch. And I hate you.”

“Do you? I can’t help but wonder why I can’t hate you the way that I want?” He asked. “I think maybe it’s because fighting with you is like screaming into a fucking mirror.”

“I don’t want to hear another negative word about Seph from this pretty, little mouth again. Understand?” He stepped back to smack my ass again. “I asked if you understood,” he said when he pushed his very solid dick against my ass. “Yes,” I forced out, despite not being able to breathe through his hold on my neck. “I knew you had it in you to be a good girl.”

He sat me on the edge of the trunk, over the back tire, and ripped my jeans and underwear the rest of the way off. He leaned in to kiss me again. “Open your legs for me,” he breathed into my mouth. He said it so softly that I didn’t even consider not listening, but I imagined my cheeks were redder than they’d ever been in my life when he stepped back as soon as I’d done it. His eyes roamed from me, up and down the car, and landed back on me again. And I smiled when I heard him choke on nothing. He was right back in front of me a second later to kiss me again.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so fucking flawless,” he whispered before he ripped his jacket off and sent his entire mouth to work on my clit. His lips, his tongue, his teeth. Every bit of his focus went into what he was doing on that one overly sensitive part of my body. I thought about reminding him that he was about to cause a ridiculous mess on his car, but he knew that. And I had no doubt that that was the goal when he added the use of two fingers inside me.

I grabbed her neck again just as quickly to pull her back up to me to get the chance to see that little moment of vulnerability in her eyes right after she finished so hard that she didn’t even have the energy left to keep the walls up. I held her where she was and pushed my forehead against hers. “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.”

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. 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.

She was pushing her hips back against me every bit as hard as I was thrusting to get inside her as deep as I could. It didn’t matter what either of us did to make it happen, apparently. It still wasn’t enough. She wanted more pain. She wanted the intensity. She wanted me to make her feel. I wanted to know if I could do what she needed. I wanted to know if what she needed was something I could provide. I stopped moving entirely for a second. Were those thoughts about sex?

“What difference does it make to you?” She asked and paused to try to control the sobs. “Let me do it now, so I don’t have to suffer just for the sake of satisfying someone’s desire to torture me. If there was ever even a tiny piece of you that could’ve cared about me, save me from having to face those people again.”

Memphis was where my loyalty was these days. Not to this job or the President who none of us even knew. It was always Memphis. I’d spent a lifetime failing the people who cared deeply for me. Somewhere over the last few years, she became my only remaining connection to this world, the sole thing on the planet who gave me the sense that I was still human. Risking her was not something I could just choose to do.

He leaned down to kiss me so softly that it took my brain a full three or four seconds to really grasp that it was happening. It wasn’t punishing or possessive. It wasn’t dominating. It was so tender that it hurt. It was the most painful goodbye I’d ever experienced, and I didn’t even know the man.

I went in first, like I was ready to protect her from fists or gunfire or other Executioners. All the things I’d been doing for the whole trip out here. But it wasn’t necessary here. What happened to her from this point wasn’t part of the job. I was supposed to tie her to the chair that was in the middle of the room. And then I was supposed to walk back out.

“I won’t let him hurt you.” The way that she smiled at my words felt like it broke every bone in my body simultaneously. She believed me.

“Probably wouldn’t be so difficult if you hadn’t painted them on,” I said. The tiny, little half smile she offered me loosened whatever device was constricting my lungs just enough for me to be able to breathe again. Just to turn around a second later and realize that I was fully prepared to take those scissors to this man’s hands when he continued cutting toward her hip.

“What happens next, J?” She asked without opening her eyes. I used both thumbs to wipe the tears from her cheeks before I leaned down to put my forehead against hers. I stayed there until she opened her eyes. “I drag your difficult ass back out of here and punish it for punching me.” “You deserved it.” “You hit like a cheerleader,” I said. “Fuck you.”

he interrupted my little rant by covering my mouth with his hand. “Take your fucking pants off, Triss.” He smiled while he released my face. I swallowed so hard that it was embarrassing. Sex should’ve been the furthest thing from my mind. I couldn’t even hold my own body up with my own fucking legs.

Jersey gave up whatever life he’d had the second that he walked back into that building. For me. He brought me to a doctor, handed that doctor an absolutely absurd amount of cash, he changed everything about his world with a single choice. For me.

There was no fucking way that I really would just let her leave. Even if she decided she wanted nothing to do with me, there was no chance I’d let her just walk away. I was unemployed now, and fully prepared to dedicate every spare second of my time to knowing what she was doing with every second of her days. Whether she knew about it or not was really the only choice that she had in the matter. Whether she stayed with me and willingly made me a part of her daily routine, or I stuck to the shadows until she needed to be saved again, I wasn’t going to just let her go.

Even with one thigh thoroughly bandaged, the view was perfect and I couldn’t stop thinking about all the things I’d get to do to her now that she was just mine and there was no deadline on delivering her back to someone else. Mine? Was she? Had we decided that? Well, one of us had.

“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.”

A shaky sigh escaped me when his fingers just barely brushed between my legs and his whole body froze. “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 gave you the option to leave,” he said and kissed from one breast to the other. “You missed that chance,

“How’s the leg feel?” He asked. “I still can’t feel it.” The wicked grin that flashed across his face was a startling change from the actual smile that was there just a second ago. “I think I’d like to change my answer,” I said quickly. I gasped at his sudden powerful thrust and was a little surprised that he hadn’t managed to come right up through my throat.

Zack?” I asked. He smirked while he opened the gas cap, and I was suddenly baffled by how such a common action could be the sexiest thing I’d ever seen a man do.

“I’m about to just pick a name for you. Then you’ll be stuck listening to me scream somebody else’s name until you decide to tell me yours.” “I don’t think that would work out very well for you.”

“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.”

“Say it. Say the right name if you don’t want to have to give me roadhead for the rest of this fucking drive, Triss.”

“You know what I want,” he whispered. “Please,” I said quickly. “Please what?” “Please make me come.” The growl that came out of him gave me goosebumps. “Who are you fucking asking, Triss? Who are you begging right now?” “Jersey.”

He smacked my clit the second the name was out of my mouth, and then he leaned all his weight down on me to push his fingers back inside me. “My perfect girl.”

Even with that, somewhere along this weird as fuck week, I’d gone from wanting to murder the man to feeling like I’d probably sleep better than I ever had in my life if I just stayed in his arms.

I paused when we reached the bottom of the other stairs and Trista immediately grabbed my shirt to turn me back toward her. She smashed her face into my chest to breathe in as deeply as she could. I chuckled, but I gave her a minute that way to get herself back together.

“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. “Please, just get the door open, J,” I begged.

“Jersey —.” He slammed his hand against the wall beside my head to interrupt me. “Just listen. Please. Get her out of here. Keep her alive. Stay alive. Do you hear me?” I nodded. “I hear you, but J, please —.” His mouth crashed into mine to shut me up that time, and after a brief, paralyzing high that made me forget entirely what we were doing just then, he stepped back again.

“Stay with her,” he said to Memphis. “She’s fucking crazy. And her whole existence is like nails on a chalkboard. But she’ll keep you safe.” He looked at me as he said the words. It wasn’t a question this time though. He wasn’t asking if I understood. He was threatening me. He was warning me that he was charging me with her life now. I about vomited.

“We’re out of time, baby. I need you to get moving,” he said and started to move both of us toward the hallway where we’d first made it inside. “You can’t be here anymore. You’re the only thing I see when you’re around. You’re constantly in my fucking way.” This asshole. This was not at all how I pictured this moment going a second ago. “You take up all the space in my head. You block the eye contact I prefer to keep with the devil at all times. I need you to go now, so I can see him clearly again. So, I can let out what you’ve been keeping at bay.”

“I hate you, J.” That devastating, knee-collapsing smile crossed his face for just a second. “I’ll be happy to fuck that lie right out of you the first chance I get, Fancy Face.”