Break Me

Five blocks later, he parks his car and moves into a waiting cab. I know the routine well. This is how you make sure you aren’t tied to The Lion’s Den when you are a married man.

I shake my head, trying to shake off the thoughts of a man who is like a second father to me spending time in a kink club. The times I have been in the club my mind was never focused on the male patrons. He could have walked right by me and I wouldn’t have given it a second thought.

Without missing a beat, she follows the cab. We seem to have come full circle as I follow her into the parking garage for The Den. Now it makes sense. She was watching him that night. That’s why she was distracted. Lucky for me, he didn’t spot me.

Disgust hits me like a punch in the gut. No way is this beautiful woman going to this club for a slimy bastard like Waters. He is as much a monster as my father.

I slam my hand down on my steering wheel. Shit, I fucked her like a damn whore when I knew it wasn’t her kind of kink. It showed.

I fucking knew it.

Why did she go inside? Why did she let me fuck her? She got off, so I know she enjoyed it, but why go through with it?

More than anything, I can’t stop thinking, Why come back?

My anger boils over when she climbs out of her car in black, peep-toed hooker heels, fluffing her hair and adding more makeup. She starts to make her way over to the club as I park and jump out of my car, following her.

My phone rings. Seeing it’s Missy, I ignore the call, not having time for her bullshit right now.

Anger runs through my veins. Is there one woman in my life who won’t fucking play games?

Lo knows what this place is. She knows what people come here for. If that’s what she wants, then I will be the one to give it to her. Me, my inner asshole screams. It will be me who gives it to her, not some bastard playing games his wife won’t play because he doesn’t have the balls or the talent to give his woman what she needs first. She came here tonight dressed to play. Well, then game fucking on.

“Lo,” I start but stop myself. “Heidi,” I call out, and she stops.

My Internet search said the Boschs were parents to twin girls: Heidi and Lorraine. Hi and Lo. If only they knew just how different their two girls would turn out when they named them in such a way.

Reaching her, I guide her by the arm to the alley beside the club. Her eyes grow wide in fear, and I am conflicted.

The dark hair, the red lips, the tight clothes—they make my dick hard. At the same time, they make me angry.

“You come here to be fucked like a whore?” I growl, angry at myself, angry at her, angry at the fucking world.

She licks her lips, and I crash my mouth to hers. What was meant to diffuse the situation and keep her from going inside after that bastard turns into something so much more. Somehow, the tables turn, and she takes as much as I give her, moaning for more.

She bites my bottom lip when I try to pull away. With my body against hers, pinned to the brick wall, I rock my erection into her belly. I fight not to tear her clothes off and take her like a wild animal. She makes me crazy.

“Feel me, Hi,” I whisper, and she moans again. “Is this what you came here for?” I swear she purrs. “You want cock? You want my dick so deep inside you it’s almost as if you can feel me in your throat?”

She doesn’t answer verbally. She nods, biting her bottom lip.

Not good enough. I want the words.

She pulls at my neck, but I hold back. Then she traces the snake.

“You want Cobra?” I ask. If she’s going to play this twisted game, I will give her the monster inside me. In the moment it’s not about Hi or Lo or anything in between, it’s us and I’ll take her as she is right here, right now.

“I want you.” She looks up at me with lust in her blue eyes.

I crash my mouth onto hers and grab the back of her thighs as she wraps her legs around me. Thank fuck she’s in a skirt.

Hoisting her up, I rub her pussy with my hand as I unbutton my jeans, releasing my cock. I love the feel of her soaking wet silk panties against the roughness of my skin.

I don’t think, and I don’t stop as she rocks on my hand, soaking it with her juices as she looks for release. I don’t wait. I push her panties to the side and slam into her.