Page 62 of Break For Me


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“I wouldn’t take a thing. It’s a gift. The gift of my complete devotion.”

A voice in my head calls out a different story. A tale of suffocation, smothered beneath his attention.

I pull my hand from his, twisting until I’m back in the seat beside him, staring out the window at the vastness of the sky. Reading the clouds like they’re tea leaves, trying to decipher a clue in their different shapes.

And armed with this new request, I circle back to the previous point. “What if I can’t wait?”

“You don’t have to.”

The crush of disappointment hits me. “And how would that work? I just go off and have…” I wave my hand, lower lip trembling with rejection.

But Maddox catches my hand, holding it to his mouth, pressing a kiss into the palm, his tongue snaking out to wet the skin, making it tingle, making my question a hundred times more urgent.

“I can take care of you there as well. Maybe not the way you’re used to, but with my hands, my mouth…”

A mouth I suddenly can’t look away from.

“But you wouldn’t want to keep doing that. Not without reciprocation.”

He grabs my hair, pressing his mouth to mine, the impulsive kiss hungry, devouring.

“Fucking hell, Evie. I would do so much more if you let me,” he says when he finally pulls away. “I want to give you orgasms until your legs won’t carry you.”

His mouth sweeps along the curve of my neck, tingles spreading in widening ripples from his epicentre.

“I want to bury my face in your sweet cunt until you’re screaming. Want to memorise every inch of your body with my lips”—he kisses my shoulder—“and my fingers”—kisses my collarbone—“and my tongue.” He laps at the divot between my collarbones until my knees tremble and my nipples harden into peaks. “I would do that forever just to bring a smile to your face. Whatever and wherever and however you need for as long as you need it.”

And he pulls me back onto his lap, moving me like its effortless. His kiss absorbs me, his hand between my legs, pressing the heel of his palm against me, bucking against meuntil the sweet friction grows into a crescendo of pleasure, knocking the breath from my lungs as he steals the moans and gasps straight from my lips.

“Say you’ll be my girl and I’ll spend every day trying to please you.”

My face burns with colour, thighs clamping onto his hand as the last convulsions from my climax fade.

“Of course, I’ll be your girl.”

MADDOX

The plane ride ends too soon. While we ready for landing, Evie stares at me with a new sparkle in her expressive eyes.

When we first took our seats, she was trying to get away from me. As we disembark, we’re walking hand in hand, and I can’t wait to show her the dorm room I secured for her, to introduce her to the new life I have planned. The world where she’s mine, and she’s precious and she’ll never want for anything, ever again.

And the moment we’re inside, the door locked against the world, I’m insatiable. The thought of possessing her fires dopamine deep inside my brain.

The physical manifestation of my lust might have dissipated but inside my head is a different story.

Inside my head, things slot together, making the most satisfying connections. Every door on an advent calendar full of desire flies open, giving me carte blanche to indulge my impulses as I pull Evie close and set about making her mine.

I thought it was heaven to sink my fingers into her unresisting body but herwilling submission,oh, that’s the stuffto make the receptors in my brain purr. Not in the physical sense but my mind shudders with satisfaction.

She agreed to let me own her, let me control her. I will have a stranglehold over her decision making and I could weep with joy.

For the first time since I walked into Addie’s room to see her lifeless body splayed across the covers, anger flows out in a wave and doesn’t get dragged back in by the greedy tide.

In its place is a kind of wonderment. This girl, a real live human girl, is mine to play with.

If I pull this, it makes her moan, and I can suck this to make her hum with satisfaction. My hands roam her, clasping, caressing, twisting, pulling, stroking and each response gets filed away deep in my brain, adding to my knowledge.

A step-by-step guide for how to fulfil her base desires while stoking what I have instead of my own.