Break Me (19 page)

I moaned as he lightly bit it, making my core throb.

“…think…” He licked down the side of my throat. “…you…” Covering my nipple with his mouth, I gasped as he sucked and pulled at the hardening peak. “…do.”

My eyes shot wide as his teeth grazed over the bud. I coughed, clearing my throat. “Now why would you think that?”

A sexy grin took shape on his full lips as his tongue circled around my nipple. “Why?”

I nodded, arching under him.

“Because.”

“Because why?” I asked.

Lifting me, he laid me on the bed, spreading me out under him. He kissed my back, trailing a finger down my spine.

I held onto his wrist and whimpered when a finger entered my pussy. Widening my legs, I lifted my hips. Taking the hint, Sebastian lowered into me, filling me completely. I kissed his wrist and lightly bit it, holding onto it as his hips started moving, thrusting his hard cock in me.

I moaned and trembled under him. “Why do you think I…oh…” His hips sped up, going as deep as he could and stopped. I clenched around him, loving the feeling of being filled by him.

“Because—” He leaned down to my ear and grazed his teeth over my shoulder. “I love you, Tori.”

My heart skipped a beat and warmed at hearing him express his love for me.

“Now…tell me.”

I smiled. “What do you want to know?”

He growled in warning, still not moving his hips. “Little one.”

I laughed and arched under him. “Please.”

“Say it and I’ll give you what you want.”

Was I ready to say it? I did love him.

Placing both hands on either side of my head, he kissed my cheek. “Do you love me, Tori?”

Looking into his deep, dark eyes that had entranced me from the very beginning, a part of me was scared to tell him how I had felt, knowing that this man could hurt me. But he loved me. Taking a deep breath, I smiled. “I do. I love you, Sebastian.”

“Oh, little one. How did I ever live before meeting you?” Sebastian growled, pulled out of me and slammed his cock back into me.

I cried out at the deep impact and held onto his wrists, bracing myself.

“Tori, you feel…oh God, you feel good.” Sebastian impaled me so hard that I could feel him to my womb.

Panting, I lightly nibbled his forearm, grazing my teeth over his skin. “Yes. Oh…my…”

Grabbing my hips, Sebastian pulled me to all fours and ran a hand down my back, not losing his momentum of his deep thrusts. He pushed my upper half down onto the bed and continued pounding into me.

“Sebastian.”

He reached a hand around and I jumped when it grazed over my clit. Mixed sensations ran through my body as he continued rubbing the hardening nub. A moment later, he grabbed my hand and brought it to my mound, spreading my fingers through my folds. I bucked as we both rubbed my clit at the same time. “Come for me.”

Sebastian kept his hand on mine as I rubbed the swollen nub, sending sparks of intense pleasure coursing through me. 

“That’s it, baby. Make yourself come for me. Now.”

The command in his voice set me off, and I screamed as an unexpected orgasm shattered my body, leaving me breathless.

A deep guttural growl left Sebastian as he released into me a moment later. Both satiated and spent, he laid on top of me, kissing my shoulder.

I sighed and pulled his arm tighter around me. As I curled our fingers together, my eyelids grew heavy.

“Sleep, Tori.” Sebastian trailed light kisses across my shoulders, relaxing me. “I love you, baby.”

A peaceful bliss washed over me as I fell asleep to the whispers of Sebastian’s
I love yous
.

***

The sound of a loud pop made me jump. Sebastian lifted from me, and I followed his movements. He turned his head to the wall and tensed beside me. “Fuck.”

“What the hell was that?” I asked, alarmed.

He slowly turned back to me. His eyes darkened, outrage and hatred soaring through the brown depths.

“Sebastian.” Anxiety filled my belly as my heart pounded in my ears.

A phone rang from behind me, and Sebastian looked up. His jaw tensed as he stood and helped me to my feet, where I noticed a quarter-sized hole in the wall just above my bed. “Is that a gunshot?” I spun on Sebastian.

Walking past me, he picked his jeans up off the floor. Reaching into the pocket, he fished out his cell phone and placed it to his ear. Taking a deep breath, he answered. “You got my attention, fucker.”

Holding the cell phone between his shoulder and his ear, he put on his jeans.

I went to my dresser and quickly threw on a bra and panty set and pants. Grabbing a tank top out of my drawer, I turned, pulling it on over my head. A moment later, glass shattered, making me scream.

“Fuck! I told you I’m fucking listening, asshole.” Sebastian yelled.

I turned to Sebastian and cried out. Blood was coming from a wound on his shoulder. “Shit.”

Grabbing a clothing item from my open drawer, I quickly pressed it to the wound. My heart pounded in my ears as Sebastian continued to swear into the phone. I didn’t hear anything he was saying as I continued to focus on stopping the blood. “We have to get you to a hospital,” I said quietly.

“What?” Dark eyes bored into me. “No, I wasn’t talking to you. God…fuck. You think shooting me is going to get me to cooperate?”

“Sebastian.”

He continued to look at me as I soaked up the blood with my shirt. “No…” Sebastian laughed, and then his voice lowered, turning deadly. “Fuck you, Jose. Anything happens to her and I’ll fucking come after you. You think your daddy beating you was torture? You haven’t seen anything yet, cocksucker.” Flipping the phone closed, he threw it across my room.

I chewed on my bottom lip as nervous butterflies flew through my body. “What are we going to do?” I asked tentatively.

His eyes darkened. “We aren’t doing anything. You are going to go on with your life. I will take care of Jose.”

“Sebastian.”

“Don’t,” he snapped. Grabbing the bundle of fabric from my hands, he held it against his shoulder and walked across the room. "Do you have any duct tape and gauze?" he asked me.

I went in search of the tape and found it in a box of things I didn't use or think I needed. Running to the bathroom, I grabbed some toilet paper. "I have no gauze."

He grabbed the items from my hands. "This is fine."

I helped him tape up his shoulder, but I couldn't but think that he needed more than just some tape and toilet paper.

“This is my problem, little one. I brought you into it and I’m going to fucking fix it.”

Yanking his T-shirt off the floor, he quickly pulled it on over his head, leaving his hair messier than usual. God, he was delicious. Clearing my throat from those thoughts, I took a step toward him. “But what if you can’t? What if Jose comes after…”

Sebastian spun on me. “Don’t even finish that question. You fucking hear me?”

I flinched.

“If that douche bag did anything to hurt you…” Rage and fury flew through his eyes, and his chest rose and fell with ragged breaths.

I quickly walked up to him and placed both my hands on his cheeks, bringing his face down to mine. “Hey, okay. I’m sorry. Nothing will happen. It’ll be…"

“I have to go.” He shoved out of my grip and headed for the door.

“Sebastian.”

His gaze flicked back to mine.

“Are you coming back?”

He paused before reaching the door. Taking a deep breath, he walked back to me. Grabbing my face, he covered my mouth with his.

Placing my hands on his waist, I pulled him towards me. My lips parted, letting him in.

His tongue ran across my bottom lip before entering my mouth.

I moaned as our mouths moved together.

He lifted his lips from mine and stared down at me. My head spun at the passionate kiss, leaving me breathless. “Little one,” he said, his voice husky. “I want you to promise me something.”

My heart beat a mile a minute against my chest. “What?”

“I want you to promise me that no matter what the fuck happens, you know that I will come back to you.”

I frowned. “Sebastian.”

“I will come back to you. I don’t want you thinking that I left you. I love you. God, I love you. So much, baby.”

Tears welled in my eyes at his words. "I love you too."

“I was broken until I met you. You’re my glue,” he said softly.

A sob escaped my lips, and I fisted his shirt, clinging onto him, never wanting to let him go..

Wrapping a hand around the back of my neck, he pulled me toward him. “I’m out. I’m going to tell Jose that I am done. I can’t fucking do this anymore.”

My eyes went wide. “But what if Jose freaks out, or what if something happens to you?”

“Nothing is going to happen to me.”

“Sebastian, you don’t know that.” I tried pleading with him. Jose was evil, and I knew he wouldn’t take it well being told that Sebastian quit. No one just quit that lifestyle, even I knew that.

“It’ll be fine, baby. Please, trust me.”

My arms went around his waist, hugging him. Squeezing him. Letting him know that I would always be waiting for him, no matter what happened. Tears burned my eyes, and I let them fall.

Sebastian grabbed my chin and tilted my head up to meet his gaze. Placing a soft kiss on my lips, he wiped the tears from my cheeks. “I am so fucking sorry.”

I scowled. “You’re sorry? Why?”

Pain and agony flashed through his gaze, and he placed another kiss on my lips. “Promise me,” he said against my mouth.

“Sebastian, you’re scaring me.”

“Promise. Me.” His voice seemed desperate, and it set my nerves on edge.

“I promise.”

“And when I leave, you have to stay here. You can’t follow me, little one.”

There was no way I was letting him leave there without me. He needed me. “Sebastian, let me go with you.”

“No!” he yelled, punching the wall beside my head, making me jump. “I will deal with Jose. You stay the fuck away from him.”

Fear curled in my belly, knowing that this was probably the last time that I would see him for who knew how long. My stomach clenched with nausea, bile rising to my throat. I had a feeling that this wouldn’t end well. “I’m just trying to help. We…”

“Fuck, little one. Stop. Please. Let me deal with him. I can handle him. You have no idea who you’re messing with.”

I quickly ran to the door and stood in front of it. “No, what if something happens to you? I just found you. I can’t lose you. Please.”

“Little one, move.”

“No. I’m not letting you leave. Please, Sebastian, I have a bad feeling about this.”

“I said fucking move now!”

I flinched but held my ground. “Why are you doing this?”

“I need you to get out of my fucking way before I make you.” His eyes darkened, and his brows narrowed to pinpoints.

“No, you can’t force…”

Grabbing my arms, he tried pushing me out of the way, but I dug my heels into the ground. “Let go of me.”

“Then back the fuck off.” His fingers digging into my arms, I winced.

“I’m just worried for you. You need to get your shoulder checked.” I swallowed past the lump in my throat.

His eyes softened. “I’m sorry, baby. My shoulder will be fine. It’s just a graze. But please…let me go. If you trust me, you’ll believe me when I tell you that I will be back no matter what happens.”

I took a deep breath and moved away from the door.

Grabbing my chin, he placed a rough kiss on my lips. “Be patient, little one.”

He opened the door, and without looking back, he left.

I sank to the floor and brought my knees up to my chest. Placing my head in my arms, I let the sobs take over my body.

Chapter 21

For the next couple of days, I moved around like a zombie. I should have gone after him. I should have forced him to stay or begged and pleaded harder. Would he have listened to me if I had thrown myself at his feet? I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had happened or that something was about to happen. My chest ached with loss. I really regretted not fighting harder for him to stay, but with him telling me not to chase after him banging around in my head, I had stayed back.

I had to actually drag myself out of bed every day. My body was stiff, anxiety making a home in my belly.

God, I missed him. I knew he would get in touch with me if and when he could, but as each day passed without hearing from him, the hope building inside me slowly dwindled.

I never thought that loving someone this much could be so painful, and I didn’t know when I would see him again or if I would even see him again. The thought of not having his gentle hands on my body, seeing his sexy grin, or hearing his deep gravelly voice broke my heart and shattered my soul.

I couldn’t believe that he was gone. All because of Jose. That asshole had caused so much grief in my life in such a short amount of time. I sighed, frustrated and angry at the world.

I scrubbed my face with my hands as tears threatened to resurface and spill down my cheeks. Who knew someone had this many tears?

Keisha called me several times, but I always ignored the phone. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I didn’t want to see anyone. I called my work and told them I had food poisoning, so that bought me a couple of days off at least.

I tried calling Sebastian at the number he left for me, but he wouldn’t reply to my text messages or even call me, and that ended up making me cry harder. It may have been desperate of me, but I needed to see him or at least speak to him. I just wanted to make sure that he was all right.

About a week into my state of depression, I got a phone call from an unknown number. My heart skipped a beat at the thought that it could be Sebastian. I answered the phone, my heart thumping wildly against my chest. “Sebastian?”

“Sorry,
cochina
.”

Tears formed in my eyes, and I sighed in frustration, lying back down in my bed. “What the hell do you want, Jose?”

“Well, don’t you sound all cheery. Trouble in paradise?” he teased.

“I don’t have time for your shit. What do you want?” I asked again.

“Wow. He really fucked you up good, didn’t he?”