Page 49 of Broken Rebel

He cursed again. “Christ. You know how many times I’ve thought about these, touching them, kissing them, sucking them?”

I shook my head, trying not to squirm and beg for more.

“You got your tits early. Maybe it makes me a sick asshole, but I can remember lying in bed with you when you were fifteen, arm over your waist, wondering what you’d do if I slid my hand higher and cupped one of them.”

Oh God.

“I noticed you’d changed, wanted to touch you, kiss you, but I never fully understood how badly I wanted you until the night of that party. Seeing those guys look at you, wanting you, afraid out of my mind that one of them might hurt you . . .”

He squeezed my breast again, sliding the pad of his thumb across my nipple, the barbell there. My lips parted on a moan.

“Those guys weren’t the only ones that hurt you that night.”

Hurt didn’t cut it—he’d destroyed my teenage heart. “I thought I was going to die,” I admitted.

His eyelids dropped for a second, and then his gorgeous eyes were back on me. “I was a dumb fuck, too young to know what to do with you, how to protect you without hurting you.”

Neco had broken us that night, in a way that had taken us years of dysfunction, and me getting the shit beaten out of me, to get back. “I don’t want to talk anymore,” I whispered.

His gaze searched mine and I started to worry that he’d pull away, but then he lowered his head, sucking the mound of flesh pushing out the top of my bra into his mouth. One of his hands slid under my back and he unhooked it one-handed. He stared down at my bare breasts, stroking me, lightly touching my piercing with the tips of his fingers.

I whimpered, arching up, and he groaned low and long, then dipped his head and wrapped his lips around my nipple, tugging gently on the purple barbell, sucking, lapping it with his tongue.

He had a hand at my other breast, rough calluses abrading my sensitive flesh and I arched up again, crying out, fingernails digging into his shoulders as well as holding his head where it was, afraid he’d stop.

“Please . . . please, don’t stop,” I moaned.

He tilted his head back. “Baby girl, I’ve finally got you where you belong. Nothing’s going stop me from doing what I’m about to do to you.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Neco

I stared up at Ruby, under me, in my bed. I had a handful of soft creamy flesh in one hand, her other tit in my mouth, sucking her tight, fucking pierced, little nipple. Finally tasting her, feeling her on my tongue, I was struggling to fucking breathe. She was mine. I finally had her where she should have been for the longest time, and it was taking everything in me not to lose my shit, strip her down, and fuck her like a goddamn animal. The animal I was, the one I’d been hiding from her, the one that was created out of necessity. But that could never happen. I had to be careful with Ruby, and not just because of her fading bruises. I had to keep the ugly in. Keep the angry, rough, relentless side of myself away from her. I’d never hurt her, but I was afraid if she got a glimpse of that part of me, she’d run. That couldn’t happen again. Never again. She’d suffered enough, had faced enough of that in her life. I was determined to be her safe haven, her shelter from the outside world, and that meant keeping all that dark shit from her.

I couldn’t lose control with her, not like I had earlier when I’d kissed her. I’d walked out, convinced to take this slow. But then I’d seen that video footage of her in her room, proof that Scott had been watching her, how much danger she’d been in for so long, and that tiny bit of control I had holding me back, decimated.

I dropped my hand to the front of her jeans and tugged open the button, sliding down the zipper. Her eyes were wide, staring up at me, a mix of innocence and lust that twisted my gut and made my cock throb like fuck.

“It’s not just your tits I’ve been dreaming about, babe.” I tugged the jeans down her smooth thighs, revealing a plain pair of blue cotton underwear. They were nothing special, but the way they hugged her pussy had me fighting back a growl. I pulled off her boots, dropping them to the floor, then her jeans the rest of the way. “What’s between these sexy thighs has been fucking with my head.” I slid my hands from her calves, higher, and dipping my fingers down the sides of her panties, slowly dragged them down.

She sucked in a sharp breath as I revealed the last secret between us, and I lost the battle, growling like the animal I was. “Fuck.” I dragged a hand across my mouth, positive I was drooling. “Spread for me, baby. Show me what I’ve been dreaming about.” I sounded as close to the edge as I felt.

Color darkened her cheeks and her thigh muscles quivered in a way that told me just how hot she was. Then she bit her lip and slowly, so fucking slowly, parted her thighs. My hand dropped to my cock and I squeezed through my jeans, a deep groan ripping from my throat. She was pink and delicate and wet as fuck. I reached back and tugged my shirt off over my head, breathing like I’d just finished a goddamn marathon. Sliding my hand up her inner thigh, to her sweet little lips, I dragged my thumb through her juicy slit. “I’m gonna taste you now, Ruby. I need to feel you under my mouth before I finally get inside you.”

She fucking undulated on the bed, spreading wider for me. I damn near shot a load in my boxers. Giving my now painfully hard dick another squeeze, I dropped to my stomach and pressed open mouthed kisses to her inner thigh, sucking and licking her smooth skin, moving higher . . . I paused, something gripping me like an iron manacle behind my ribs, a need, so strong it wouldn’t let go. I lifted my head, hand sliding to her hip, to the Superman symbol there. I’d been desperate to see it again since the night she got it, the night I tore us apart.

I leaned in and kissed it, drawing in the scent of her skin, absorbing her heat, the soft moans she made with every touch of my lips.

“I let you down, sweetheart,” I muttered. “I won’t do that again.” Then I shoved her legs wider, dipped my head, and dragged my tongue through the center of her.

She cried out, hips lifting off the bed for more. I held her down and fucking lost myself to her. To the first taste of my woman. Mine. I took my time, sucking and licking until she was squirming and begging. Tonight wasn’t for begging, though. Tonight I was going to give her anything she fucking wanted. It was my privilege. Her pleasure was mine. So, sliding one finger inside her, I pushed deep, cursing at how tight and hot and wet she was, and worked at getting her off, giving her what she needed.

“Oh shit.” She did it again, body rolling. Sexy. As. Fuck. “God, please, Neco . . . more.”

I pulled out and shoved in a second finger. She screamed, back bowing as she came. I kept at her, sucking her tight little clit, keeping her coming as long as I could. When the tension in her body left and she collapsed back on the bed, I climbed off and shoved down my jeans, kicking off my boots. A better man might wait. But Ruby wasn’t the only one that had been waiting for this, and I wasn’t a better man.

She was looking up at me, eyes glazed as they moved over my naked body—and fuck, her nipples puckered, tightening, then her legs spread for me again.