Breaking You (Blackthorn Elite 2)

I would never sleep with you, my ass. The girl is begging to be fucked.

“Of course. Disobey the king’s rules, and he’ll take everything from me, including my scholarship. How could I ever forget that?”

“Good, I’m glad you remember. I’ll be back in a few.” I do my best to shower quickly, but having some space between us helps ease the tension in my body. Being around her brings back old feelings, feelings I spent forever burying, trying to forget.

After drying off, I don’t bother to wrap a towel around me, and just walk out naked again. I like the shade of pink on her cheeks too much not to. Walking back into my room, my dick is already semi-hard, thinking about who is waiting in my bed.

I step closer and find Harper curled up in the center of the mattress, wearing the clothes I gave her. I don’t understand why I stop walking and just stare at her, but I do. She looks so majestic and beautiful like an angel. Her hand is tucked under her cheek, her lips slightly parted, and her breathing slow and even.

Like this, I can really see her beauty, see the girl I fell in love with years ago. Even through the image she portrays to me, I can still see slivers of who she used to be, and I crave that part of her so badly, I’d give anything to have her back.

No. She betrayed you. She didn’t want you. The thoughts leave an inky imprint on my brain, and I push them to the back of my mind.

I can’t and won’t have her…I won’t. I’m not that same stupid boy with his heart in his hand. I’m more than that. Crossing the distance to the bed, I crawl into it, still naked. It’ll be a nice surprise for her in the morning.

She stirs lightly as I move behind her, tugging her into my chest. Warmth fills my cold chest cavity, my heart thundering so loudly, I can hear it in my ears. Ignoring the stupid flutter of the organ, I tug the blanket from the end of the bed and pull it up and over us.

“Mmmm,” she murmurs in her sleep, pushing back against my cock. Mmmm is right. In the morning, we’ll continue our little cat and mouse game.

Burying my nose in her hair, I inhale her sweet floral scent, letting the smell sink deep into my lungs, I close my eyes.

“Good night, Harper,” I whisper, loving, and hating this moment all at once.

Don’t get attached!

8

Harper

I wake up disoriented, unsure where I am at first. I try and sit up, but I’m tugged backward against a chest. What the— I guess last night wasn’t a nightmare. Part of me had hoped to wake up this morning and realize yesterday was just my imagination going wild. But apparently, this is my reality. Moving carefully, trying not to wake him, I scoot away. The sheets are softer than I expected them to be beneath my fingers. I don’t remember anything happening last night. Warren took a shower, and I changed but fell asleep before he was finished.

So, I’m guessing he just let me be and fell asleep with me. Who knew he could make choices that didn’t revolve around being an asshole?

“Where do you think you’re going?” Warren’s raspy voice fills the room. It has the effect of ice water being poured over my body. Involuntarily, I shiver, and my nipples harden against the thin fabric of my… well, his shirt.

“Getting away from you.” I try and roll away, but instead, I end up on my back, with him hovering above me. Something thick and hard presses against my thigh, and my lips part on a gasp. Morning-wood. I don’t remember it being that hard when it was in my mouth.

“Without helping me relieve this massive hard-on? I think not.” His chocolate brown eyes are still filled with sleep, but beneath that, there is a fire burning. The flames grow with each second, threatening to burn me if I get too close. And yet, I want to get close. I want to be burnt. I want to see him melt beneath my touch. I want to see if I have the same effect on him as he does on me.

“I’m not fucking you or giving you a blow job. But I’ll beat you off.”

Warren blinks, shock overtaking his features, and after a second, he talks, “Wait, you’re serious?” He rolls off me, landing on the mattress with a huff.

I cock a brow. “Can’t handle being at my mercy?”

His lips curve into a sinister smirk, “Show me your worst, baby. I like it hard and fast, think you can handle it?”

I want to roll my eyes. I’ve never given a handjob myself, but I have watched enough porn to know how it works. Matter of fact, I’m a little excited to try it out. Shoving up into a sitting position, I let my gaze wander over his perfect body. It’s a shame such a horrible monster gets to look this good.