Page 66 of Break my Heart

After a few silent moments, her shoulders wilt. “I think what I like might be a little fucked-up.”

“That’s doubtful.” My fingers stroke the silky-soft skin of her jaw. “Give me an example.”

Her teeth scrape across her lower lip before she whispers, “I like when there’s kind of a thrill to it.”

A thrill?

I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “Like having sex in public?”

She nods.

Her admittance has my cock hardening even more than before. “Okay. Nothing strange about that. Plenty of people do.”

This time, her words come a little easier. “I like being spanked.”

“Who doesn’t?” Even though I’m not bored in the least, I force a yawn. “Anything else?”

Her brows rise. “Anal. I’ve always wanted to try it.”

Well, fuck.

“Sometimes I like to use toys.”

It’s entirely possible I just came in my boxers.

I shake my head in genuine confusion. “There are a lot of people who enjoy those things. Why would you think any of it makes you fucked-up?”

Color flags her cheeks. “Because Nathan would tell me what a dirty little whore I was for liking everything he did to me. He made sure I knew no one would ever be able to get me off the way he did.” She presses her lips together before admitting, “I think he might be right.”

Air leaks from my lungs in painful little bursts.

If I didn’t already hate the bastard for what he put her through, her soft confession would do the trick. I’d like to wring his neck for planting these ideas in her head. He introduced her to sex and then made her feel bad about it.

It’s so twisted.

It takes every ounce of self-control not to swear a blue streak.

Instead, I cup her cheeks and force her to meet my steady gaze. I need her to see the earnestness in my eyes. “There’s nothing messed-up about you, baby. And there’s certainly nothing wrong with the way you enjoy having sex when it’s between two consenting adults. He’s the one who was messed-up in the head. Not you.” I draw her face close enough to brush my lips across her forehead. “Never you.”

A shuddering breath falls from her lips. “Thank you.”

“For what, baby? I haven’t done anything but tell you the truth.”

“You’ve done a lot more than that. You’re the first person to tell me there isn’t anything wrong with what turns me on. That it doesn’t make me some kind of deviant.”

“The last thing you are is a deviant.” I hold her cheeks in my palms. “Do you hear me?”

“Yeah.” Her eyes search mine. “I’ve told you all the things that turn me on. What about you? What gets you off?”

I flex my hips. “I think you can feel that everything you just mentioned gets me hard.”

For the first time since this conversation began, a small smile lifts the corners of her lips as she rubs herself along my erection.

“Do you ever masturbate? Or is that a stupid question because you can pretty much have sex whenever you want?”

“It’s not a stupid question. And yes, I jerk off.”

Her eyelids grow heavy as she continues grinding against me. “When was the last time you took matters into your own hands?”