Breaking Her (Savage Brothers Second Generation 4)
“You have to think I’m the st-st-st-stupidest son of a bitch around.”
“Thomas!”
“You actually think I’d take that b-b-bitch back? You think I’d want her after everything that hap-hap-happened?”
“You love her. Sometimes your heart wants what it wants, even if it shouldn’t!”
“Sp-sp-spare me the bullshit. This isn’t some f-fucking m-m-made for TV movie. This is real life. J-j-just because I st-st-stutter d-d-d-doesn’t mean I’m weak or st-stupid. I thought you w-w-would be the l-l-last p-p-person to s-s-see me like that.”
“Stop it! That’s not what this is! Don’t bring your insecurities into this.”
“Why not? Y-y-you’re bringing yours!”
His words hit me hard. He’s right. Still, he’s being a jerk. “Don’t preach to me about my insecurities! You’re the one who gave them to me!”
“And if you would p-p-pay attention, I’m trying to show you that you’re who I w-w-want.”
“Because of the baby!” I literally scream.
Thomas stalks over to me, grabs my hands and holds them in place in one of his—wrapping his fingers around my wrists and applying pressure. With his free hand, he forces me to look directly at him.
“I’m here for you, S-s-sunflower. I w-w-would be a part of our child’s life, r-r-r-regardless.”
Something flutters in my stomach that feels suspiciously like hope, but I do my best to squash it.
“Thomas…”
He lets go of my hands and turns me away from him so I’m standing with my back to him. He walks us to the island and puts my hands forcibly down on the marble counter.
“I thought we were on the s-s-same page. I guess I was wr-wr-wrong.”
“What are you doing?” I squeak when I feel his hand move over the cheeks of my ass.
“Teaching you a lesson,” he says, his lips close to my hear as he leans in.
“This isn’t funny, Thomas.”
“That’s good b-because I wasn’t t-trying to be. You’re g-g-going to stop doubting me.” He pulls up my dress as he talks. I feel cold air hit the back of my legs. I bite my lip as I feel wetness pool between my legs. I know there’s a wet spot on my panties—there has to be because I can feel it spreading against the inside of my thighs.
“Thomas, stop this—Ow!” I cry out as his hand comes down to slap against my ass. “What are you doing?”
“Teaching you what happens when you d-doubt me,” he answers, spanking me again. I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning. Thomas rubs the sting away with his strong hand, and my head goes down as I try to control my reaction. I could chalk up my hunger for him to pregnancy hormones, but I know the truth is that I love this side of Thomas. It wasn’t there as much with our first time together, but it’s definitely becoming more prominent every single time we come together. Each time it does, it excites me more and more. I think this is a side no one gets from him.
No one but me.
He spanks me once more, and before I can even begin to recover, his hand comes down again in quick succession—and then again. My eyes close as pleasure moves through me—literally making my body vibrate. I try not to let him see, but my hips rock out toward him, wanting more of whatever Thomas will give me. I feel his hands move down between my legs, sliding against my wet pussy and pressing against the fabric of my panties.
“You’re wet, S-s-sunflower,” he groans, his body pressing against me. I don’t bother denying it. There’s no point. “Do you want me?” I don’t answer, even as his fingers press against the flimsy, wet fabric of my underwear, and caress my throbbing center. His lips brush my shoulder and I shiver as his teeth skim against my skin. “I said, do you want me?” When I still don’t answer, his fingers rub against the elastic of my panties and slide under the fabric to push between the lips of my pussy. His fingers press into my entrance, and I find myself widening my stance to give him easier access. “Last t-time I’m asking you. D-Do you want me?”
“Yes, I always have,” I admit, giving him the truth without even thinking about it.
His fingers move deeper inside of me, his thumb brushing against my clit.
“N-not giving you up, S-s-sunflower. N-n-not for anyone.”
“Thomas.”
“I know what I have. N-n-not letting you go.”
“Baby, please,” I beg as he keeps moving his fingers in and out of me.
“You’re in this with me, L-l-lyla. There’s n-no going back.”
“Thomas,” I gasp as his thumb start massaging my swollen clit.
“Tell me,” he growls, biting into my earlobe. “T-tell me you understand.”
“Thomas…”
“You’re s-s-staying with me, Lyla. Y-y-you’re my future. The p-past is dead and b-b-buried. Tell me y-you get that.”
“Oh, God,” I groan as his fingers tunnel in and out of me.
“If you want to c-c-come, baby. You n-need to give me what I w-w-want.”