Broken Dreams(72)

With a rough hand, he pushed me down on his desk, twisted my long black hair in his fist and pulled back on it. I winced, but I liked it more than I should have. After he forcefully pushed my legs apart with his muscular thigh, he leaned over my back and rasped in my ear. “You ready for me, my love?” The coolness of his breath and the grit in his voice tickled my ear.

“Yes, please,” I moaned as his fingers dipped into me.

“You good with a little roughness?”

“Yes,” I moaned again, while he explored my core with his fingers. He let go of my hair and pulled out his fingers. Then I felt him wrap his large hands around my hips and slam his thickness into me. I almost cried out, but I bit my lip to ensure that I would be quiet. It was torture not being able to scream, and it made the sex that much more exhilarating.

I white knuckled the edge of his desk while he pounded into me. I heard his breathing become a little ragged, which was so ridiculously sexy. I was enjoying the whole rough make-up sex thing.

“Fuck,” he growled. He pulled out and I protested. “Turn around,” he commanded in a rough voice. I did as I was told and he picked me up. “Wrap your legs around me.” Yes, sir. Anything you say, sir.

He turned and pushed me up against the wall. Then he let me slide down enough for him to slam himself into me again. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He was grunting into my neck. I felt myself readying for release as my body trembled.

He looked up at me and pressed his forehead against mine. “Shhh, love. I know you want to scream.” I threw my head back and bit my lip to keep myself from screaming as my core pulsated furiously around his rock hard, veiny thickness.

“Mmm… You’re so wet now.” He used it to his advantage and dug his fingers into my ass and pounded himself into me at a feverish pace. He groaned quietly into my neck. “Oh, god, love. You feel so fucking good,” he moaned.

His body stopped for a second, and I worried momentarily. I grabbed his face. I could only see the whites of his eyes and his mouth hung open. I let go of his face, and his head fell into my neck. His body shuddered as he exhaled. He spent the better part of a minute trying to catch his breath with his face tucked into the crook of my neck.

Then it hit me… no condom. I tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hmm…,” he groaned.

“You didn’t have one on, did you?”

“Have what…?” He looked up at me, confused for a moment. Then he realized what I meant. “Shit. Sorry. I got carried away.” He pulled out, and it was like he uncorked me. He pulled on his boxers, before grabbing tissue from the bathroom. He turned away from me to dress, and I saw that I had scratched the shit out of his shoulders and back. Oops. He may want to keep his shirt on at the gym for a while. I was freaked out about the no birth control thing, but there was nothing I could do about it now.

Once we were back to normal, and not looking like he just fucked my brains out, he walked me back to the front of the office.

“Dinner and a movie tonight?” He tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Only if you take me to that chick flick that I want to see.” I batted my eyelashes at him. He moaned and smirked. “Can I pick you up at your place?”

“Yeah.” He hesitated, but then he added, “It’s number three-oh-five. I’ll let the doorman know that you will be coming; otherwise, he won’t let you up. Also, I’ll text you the movie times and you let me know where you want to go for dinner.”

“Sounds good.” He leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. As I left the office, I looked back and he was watching every step I took, smirking. I wondered if everyone knew what we had just done. I winked at him, and left the facility.





Chapter 10





-November 2014-



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enry sat on the floor next to the door in the guest room, working hard to control the sobs that were coming out of him. He rolled Elaina’s ring in his hand. Losing her would kill him. He couldn’t go on without her. He thought about the first time they broke up and how mental he went, and that was only for twenty-four hours.

He remembered how they fought over not allowing her into his apartment. He just wanted to protect her. All he was concerned about was her safety.



-February 2013-



After he left her at her apartment door, Henry bolted down the stairs and yanked open the stairwell door. He pushed through the crowd of people lingering in the lobby, their stares burning through him. He pushed through the front doors and, lucky enough, his truck was still there because he had left it running. Although, at the moment, he didn’t give two shits if someone stole it.