The Betrayal (Unbroken Raine Falling 1)

On the other hand, how could accepting Liam’s offer make her hurt worse than she already did? Maybe she should grab what happiness she could and accept that she’d never have what she truly wanted. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time. And if watching her with another man bothered Hammer at all, well…even better.

Hammer didn’t take a deep breath until he’d locked the door with Raine on the other side. Knowing her, she’d storm away to lick her wounds. Then somehow, he’d have to repair them—but not until he’d gotten this fucking clutch of lust under control.

Furious and frustrated, he rammed his fist against the solid wood until his knuckles bled. If he’d allowed Raine to stay one second longer, he would have grabbed her, slammed her to the bed, and fucked her into next week—no question. As it was, he could barely stop himself from opening the door now, then dragging her back and beneath him.

The vision of her sinful mouth wrapped around his cock was burned into his retinas.

“Motherfucker!” He closed his eyes and curled his fist tighter, trying to shake the pain from his knuckles. They throbbed almost as much as his dick. Because of her. Damn it, and he still had to see her every day. Watch her smile, see the flash of her eyes, fucking smell her. He wouldn’t be able to resist her if he didn’t take care of this throbbing need now.

With a savage curse, he snagged a tube of lube from a nearby shelf and squirted a healthy dollop into his hand. Then he wrapped his fist around his aching cock and stroked it in rapid, graceless jerks. Visions of Raine sucking him into the mind-bending heat of her mouth were unraveling him. Damn the little minx! She’d stripped him of every shred of self-control and reduced him to jacking off, desperate for the girl he couldn’t touch.

He pumped into his fist frantically.

At first, he’d been dreaming of Raine laying in a field of fresh cut grass, her raven mane thick and silky, draped over his stomach as she worshiped his cock. When he’d awakened, reality had been so much better. She’d tongued an enticing trail over the distended, throbbing veins of his shaft and taken nearly every thick, hard inch down her throat.

And fuck, then… Raine on her knees, offering herself to him to use in every rough, dirty, possessive way he could think of. A fiery streak of lightning slammed down his spine.

He panted her name as his body quivered, and his cock jerked in his grip. Stroking faster, harder, his head swam with desire so thick he thought he’d choke. Hammer chased pleasure, his elbow banging the door with every pull on his dick until he exploded with dizzying force and a hoarse groan. “Raine!”

Stream after stream jettisoned from his shaft, splattering onto the tile floor. He panted, gasping for breath. The immediate need for orgasm faded. But his yearning for her remained.

Then a feminine growl of fury broke the silence.

“Oh my…are you kidding me? You’re masturbating!”

Hammer froze. Raine. Shit! She’d been listening outside his door? After the callous way he’d rejected her, it seemed unfathomable that she hadn’t run to the safety of her room. But no, she’d stayed and heard every wretched moment of his self-pleasure, even the way he’d shouted her name so desperately as he came.

“How dare you, you bastard!”

The pain in her voice sliced him in two. Hammer slumped against the door, hanging his head with a sigh. What the fuck should he do now? What kind of bullshit excuse could he possibly give her?

Stepping over the mess he’d made on the floor, he donned a pair of trousers and hastily fastened them, trying to force his sluggish brain to come up with some halfway believable excuse.

Before he could, a crash and a clatter resounded in the dungeon. What the…?

Muttering a curse, he yanked the door open and raced down the hall. As he rounded the corner, he watched Raine reach into the bins of new and freshly sterilized toys, then throw them to the ground. They scattered everywhere, bouncing, breaking apart, and sliding across the decorative concrete.

Hammer tried to swallow back his shock as Raine heaved boxes of condoms and tubes of lube through the air like a rookie pitcher. Then she whirled on him with blue eyes blazing like a beacon through the shadowed room. He’d seen her angry before, but never, ever like this.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

“Fuck you!” she hurled at him. “No, never mind. Fuck yourself. You’d obviously rather do that than fuck me.”

He swallowed down her barb and narrowed his eyes at her. “What do you think you’re doing, besides throwing one hell of a fit?”

In her hand, she gripped a huge purple dildo. “Enjoy shoving this silicone dick into your little fuck toy Marlie’s plastic pussy.”