Page 37 of Breaking Him

The answer flew from my lips. “You do.”

“That’s right.” His mouth slammed down on mine, then he rasped against my lips. “Who owns the mouth I’m kissing, darlin’?”

Another sob burst from me. “You do.”

He let go with one hand and dropped it down to my ass again, dipping lower, between my cheeks, teasing my hole. “Who owns this tight ass?”

“Oh God. You do!”

He pushed the tip inside, and I screamed, coming so hard I shook, grinding and moaning as I spasmed around his hard-as-steel cock.

He pulled back suddenly and lifted me off the hood. I wrapped my legs around him instantly, and cock still hard and deep inside me, he strode into the barn. It was quiet, the setting sun filtering through the single window on the rear wall, light catching the dust motes drifting around us like glitter. “I need…” He hissed a breath out through his teeth and shook his head. “I need more, Abi.” His voice was gritty, deep. “Will you give it to me?”

I didn’t know what “more” meant, but I’d give him anything he wanted. We’d tried a few different things since our time in the trapper’s cottage, and I’d loved everything he’d done to me. I trusted him to take care of me, to make whatever we did good. “Y-yes.”

He gripped my hips, ground into me one last time, then pulled out, groaning deeply as he did. He’d carried me to the side of the barn, where the roof tilted downward. Eli stood me in front of him, gripped the bottom of my tank, and pulled it over my head.

His jeans were still undone, cock enormous and slick with my arousal, so hard and thick. My mouth went dry. I wanted to drop to my knees, take that beautiful dick into my mouth…

“I want to tie you up, Abi. I want you to hand every bit of control to me. Everything.”

I swallowed hard, the sound audible.

“Does that scare you?” he choked out. “Are you afraid?”

I shook my head. It didn’t scare me. It turned me the hell on. “No. I trust you.”

His big body jolted like he still couldn’t believe it, like he still expected me to run scared, to turn on him like everybody else. “Hands,” he finally said.

I held them out, and he wrapped my tank around my wrists. Then, grabbing one of the lead ropes from the wall beside us, he tied it around the shirt, using it to protect my wrists. Then lifting my hands, he tied the remaining length over a low beam, so they were suspended above my head.

I couldn’t move, and I was naked apart from my bra.

His fierce stare raked over me, body heaving, veins bulging under his tan skin. There was so much behind his brown eyes, I had no hope of deciphering what he was thinking, feeling.

“Spread your legs nice and wide for me.” I did as he said and he reached down, wrapped his fingers around his cock, and squeezed. “So beautiful. My beautiful angel,” he rasped.

I whimpered, heart pounding at his words, the guttural way he’d said them. I was ready for him again, excited and nervous. He trailed his gaze over my body, and I knew, could see it in his eyes, that he was feeling the same thing I was—afraid that what we had could slip away. Elijah felt the control he held on to crumbling. The world as he knew it was shaking beneath his feet, and he was taking back control the only way he knew how.

With me.

Was he aware that was what he was doing?

He was breathing heavily as he came closer, cock painfully hard, balls drawn up tight. He had all his attention focused on me. He’d stopped stroking himself and then reached down and tucked his cock in his jeans, doing them up. The lines etched into his face told me it caused him physical pain.

What was he doing?

He closed the gap between us and slowly walked around me, dark eyes moving over me as he did, soft touches brushing my skin, tender kisses to my breasts, my hip, the center of my back. He stopped behind me and brushed my hair over my shoulder, kissing the nape of my neck. “How did I get so lucky?” He kissed me there again. “How could you let me touch you?” His hands came around me and cupped my breasts, squeezing gently. “Let me put my big, rough, dirty hands on your pretty, smooth skin, this sweet little body?” He nuzzled the space between my neck and shoulder. “How did I ever deserve that?”

He shook his head.

“Elijah…”

One of his hands smoothed down my belly, sliding between my slick folds. “I don’t, angel. I never did.”

I wanted to pull him into my arms and comfort him, show him he was wrong. But he wasn’t going to listen to me right then. As far as he was concerned, he wasn’t good enough, and nothing I could say would change his mind. He’d made it impossible for me to try, impossible for me to reach for him, comfort him, pleasure him.

He’d let me orgasm a little while ago, but he’d held off.