Beautifully Broken

I press Cara against the tiles with my body and slam my mouth down on hers. She moans on my tongue, and I fuck her with my hand and tongue until she’s gasping in pleasure, and I’m hard again.

This is how I want to see her all the time, lost in ecstasy because of me.

I grab hold of her thighs and lift her against me, and when her pussy wraps around my cock, I begin to move slow and deep.

I’ve never been one for making love… until now.

I want to feel every inch of Cara as she takes all of me. Every time I sink deep inside her, she clenches around me as if she’s trying to keep me from pulling out.

“Sam,” Cara whimpers, and it makes me smile that I’m driving her so wild she’s reached the point of begging me for her orgasm.

I keep going slow and deep until her nails dig into my skin, and she drags them down my back to my ass.

“Fuck, I love that. Brand me, baby.”

Adjusting my hold on Cara, I slam deep inside her once again. A grin spreads over her face as I quicken the pace, and after a couple of hard thrusts, her nails dig into my skin, and she buries her face against my neck.

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” she chants, and then her pussy clenches hard around my cock as her orgasm hits.

I follow close behind her, and this time my legs almost give out from the intense ecstasy unraveling in me.

Cara’s legs slip down, and she leans back against the tiles, her breaths rushing over her parted lips.

I reach for the soap, but she grabs hold of my wrist to stop me. “No, wait.”

She pushes me slightly back and then looks down at her legs. I frown, not sure what she’s doing.

Did I hurt her?

“You okay?” I ask, still slightly out of breath.

She looks up at me, and a smile spreads around her lips. “I just wanted to see your cum run down my legs.”

Holy fuck.

Possessiveness fills every inch of my chest as I lower my eyes to her legs.

“You’ve branded me, Sam. Now you only have to fuck me from behind, and then I’ll feel you everywhere on my body. I want you to replace every image until all I see, all I smell, and all I feel is you.”

I frame her face, overwhelmed by the love I feel for this woman flooding me. “I live you, Cara. So fucking much.”

Her smile turns tearful, and she just looks at me with something akin to awe all over her face. “I live you more than anything, Sam.”

Chapter 34

CARA

We go to bed early, wanting to get a good night’s rest because jet lag’s a bitch.

I wake up to find Damian staring at his phone, and I take a moment to just look at him. I drink in the slight stubble on his strong jaw, his full lips, and straight nose, and then his sharp eyes that never miss a thing.

“Morning,” he murmurs, and then a hot grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I can feel your eyes on me.”

“Just enjoying the view,” I chuckle.

Damian leans into me and turns the phone, so I can see it. He’s looking at a map. “Tom has a strip club here.” He points to a street name and then looks at me. “Do you know the area?”

I look again and notice it’s not that far from the street I grew up on. I point to Kloof street and say, “That’s where I lived. It’s not that far from there, maybe five minutes by car.”

Damian frowns and then looks at me. “I wonder what happened to your house. Surely your parents had a will?”

I never even thought of that. “I don’t know,” I whisper, a pang of sadness rippling through me. “Uncle Tom must’ve taken it all.”

Damian climbs out of bed and then glances around the space. “We need to clean every inch of this room. Make sure we leave nothing behind. We’ll have to steal a car.”

“I can’t drive,” I tell him, worry spinning in my stomach. “In South Africa, you have to be eighteen before you can get a license. I never got mine.”

“It’s okay, I’ll drive. We’ll get a car, head to the club, and I’ll kill him there. We’ll have to leave the car there and make a run for it. I’m thinking we could find our way to the nearest gas station and call a cab from there to take us back to the airport. We can sleep at the airport and then leave tomorrow.”

“Damian.” I crawl to the edge of the bed and climb off. Standing in front of him, I give him a pleading look. “We can still go home. We don’t need to do any of this. Just… let’s just go.”