Page 68 of Break My Rules
“No, you’re not.”
“Fine, I’m not,” I agree, coming clean. “What do you want me to say? We needed answers, and so I got them.”
“Weneeded answers!” Saint roars, his face alight with fury. “You and me. You promised me you wouldn’t run around pulling shit like this!”
“What was I supposed to do?” I yell back, standing my ground. “I owe it to Wren; I swore I’d do whatever it took to find her attacker!”
“And you swore to me that you wouldn’t go behind my back again!” Saint exclaims. “Christ, Tessa, we’re supposed to be a team!”
“You would have backed me up on this?” I ask, disbelieving. “If I’d come to you and said I wanted to drug Max and force him to tell us the truth?”
“Yes.”
Saint’s simple response makes me stop dead in my tracks. “No,” I shake my head.
“Yes,” he insists again, closing the distance between us. He takes my face in his hands, and I can see the desperate anger warring inside his eyes. “Don’t you get it yet, baby? I’d do anything for you,” he vows. “You make me so crazy, I can’t see straight sometimes, but I’d fucking burn the world down if you asked me to, if I got us closer to ending this mission you’re on. When will you believe it? When will you finally understand, I’m with you until the end?”
God…
I stare at him, speechless. Saint’s face is a picture of torment, and it’s no wonder, the things I’ve put him through. The friendships I’ve made him break.
The risks he’s taken, simply because I said the word.
Emotion burns through me, a tidal wave of desire. I reach for him, practically throwing myself in his arms and kissing him passionately. Wanting to feel him. Needing to show him what his loyalty means to me. Saint groans against my lips, and then he’s unleashed too, shoving me back against the wall, claiming my mouth like it’s his to take.
Claiming my body like it belongs to him alone.
Because it does.The rough stroke of his hands sends fire racing through me, as I cling onto him, already aching to have him inside. He palms me roughly through my tank top, pinching my nipples tightly and making me yelp at the sudden rush of sensation.
“Quiet.” He drags his mouth from mine with fury still burning in his eyes. “If the only time you’ll take orders is when you’re naked, then you’ll fucking listen to me this time.”
Saint yanks my clothing off, roughly tearing them from my body without hesitation until I’m naked and breathless in his arms. Then he spins me around and shoves me face-first against the wall, bringing my hands palms flat on either side of my face; kicking my legs wider, spread to him. At his mercy.
Fuck. My pulse leaps at the steely dominance, but I’m so far gone, it only makes me want it more.
I try to buck back against him, but Saint pins me in place. “Don’t move,” he growls, and I answer with a moan as he fists my hair in one hand, dragging my head to one side to expose the long column of my throat. “Don’t you fucking move.”
He licks up my neck, nipping as he goes; the rough graze of teeth on my skin making my skin prickle with unfamiliar cocktail: pleasure and pain, breathless anticipation edged with just a little dash of fear.
What does he want from me? What is he trying to prove?
“Do you understand what you do to me?” Saint demands, almost frenzied. He thrusts against me from behind, and I can feel the hard ridge of his cock through his pants, grinding against my ass, pinning me to the wall. I struggle in his arms, but he doesn’t loosen his fierce grip on me. “Fuck, Tessa… I lose my mind when you even walk into the bloody room… And when I’m inside that tight cunt…” He sounds a tortured groan, thrusting hard against me again. “I could die from the feel of your pussy going off and count myself a happy man.”
“So fuck me,” I beg, gasping. Aching and desperate for his cock. “Fuck me, Saint. Ineedyou.”
“Yes, you do,” he growls. “You can take a fucking wrecking ball to my life without thinking twice, but when it’s just us, baby, you know I’m the one in charge.”
Saint suddenly pulls me off the wall and pushes me to my knees. “So follow a fucking order,” he demands, stripping open his pants, and freeing his thick, straining erection. “Be a good girl for five goddamn minutes and suck my cock.”
He doesn’t even wait for an answer, he grabs my hair and drags me closer, gripping his cock in his other hand, and slapping it against my cheek. My mouth falls open in shock—and lust.God, yes. I eagerly open wider and suck his cockhead deep between my lips.
“Fuck, that’s it…” Saint groans, sinking into my mouth. I barely have time to gasp for air before he’s thrusting deeper,fuck, so deep I’m almost choking on his cock. I try to pull away, gagging, but he holds me in place with an iron grip on my scalp.
“No baby, you don’t get your way this time.” Saint’s voice is steely, and when I look up, I see his face is set with a new kind of determination; a desperate control, as if he’s trying to prove something to himself, not me. “You’ll take what I have to give you and say ‘Thank you’ like a good girl.”
He thrusts again, deeper, over and over until it’s all I can do just to keep my mouth open and let him fuck it, as the heat coils tighter in my belly,God, my whole body, until I’m trembling with need and Saint finally pulls me off with a lewd, wet pop.
I gasp for air, reeling. I’ve never seen him like this before, so forcefully dominant. It makes me so turned on I’m already drenched and sticky between my thighs, aching for a touch.