Page 99 of Broken Dream

In this moment, if it cost me my fortune, I’d continue kissing him.

He rips his mouth from mine and inhales sharply. “Bed. Now.”

Without hesitation, I take his hand and lead him to my bedroom. The door closes behind us with a soft click, sealing us off from the rest of the world.

Before I have a chance to speak, he presses me against the wall, his body heavy against mine. His eyes are wild, unreadable. It’s a look that both terrifies and excites me. He buries his face into my neck, his breath hot on my skin. His hands tremble slightly as he explores my body, and for the first time since we started this dangerous game of ours, I see vulnerability in him.

“Jason,” I say, my voice trembling with uncertainty. “Talk to me.”

“No talking,” he growls against my skin before pulling away abruptly.

He undresses quickly and stands before me, his cock hard and ready.

“Take off your clothes,” he commands, “before I rip them off you.”

I obey without a second thought, my mind clouded with desire. My hands tremble as I pull my sweatshirt over my head and let it fall to the floor. He devours me with his eyes as I unclasp my bra. My breasts fall gently against my chest.

“Keep going,” he growls. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

I shiver as I kick off my slippers and then slide my leggings and panties over my hips.

When I’m fully naked, he closes the distance between us.

He’s holding me against the wall again, his hard length pressing against me. His kisses are desperate now, a fierce duel of tongues and teeth that leaves us both breathless.

He pushes me onto the bed with force, never taking his wild eyes off me. He moves over me. His body is warm and heavy, his scent intoxicating. He captures my mouth in another heated kiss, but then he pulls away and gazes down at me with a passion that takes my breath away.

“Say it, Angie,” he breathes, his voice husky and charged with an intensity that mirrors the look in his eyes. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want my hard cock inside your tight little pussy.”

“I want this,” I whisper back without missing a beat.

And I do. God, I do.

His eyes glow with something I don’t recognize as he enters me with one swift, hard thrust. A gasp escapes my lips as pleasure and pain mingle together. He fills me completely, stretching me around him, marking me as his.

With each thrust, he takes us both closer to the edge of oblivion. I dig my nails into his muscular back, savoring the feel of his flesh beneath my fingertips.

“Look at me, Angie,” he commands in a voice laced with raw desire. “Watch me fuck you.”

I open my eyes to see his face contorted in pleasure. His eyes are like molten pools of emerald where an array of emotions swim—desire, hunger, fear, and something that looks suspiciously like love.

Or is that me?

Am I the one feeling love?

Our bodies are slick with sweat as we move together. He hits deeper with each thrust, reaching spots inside me I never knew existed. He slides one hand down my body and teases my clit.

I gasp as currents ripple through me. “Jason,” I whimper, clinging on to him.

He’s relentless, savage even. He quickens his pace, and the room fills with the sound of our labored breaths and the rustle of the sheets. The coil inside me tightens more and more until it snaps abruptly.

My orgasm sweeps over me like a tidal wave, wrenching a cry from my throat. My body convulses beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. Jason follows soon after, his own release ripping a guttural growl from his throat.

He collapses on top of me.

He’s heavy, but I relish the feel of his weight on me.

We lie there, panting and exhausted, our bodies still intertwined. I feel his heart pounding against my chest—a steady drumming that matches the rhythm of my own.