Page 61 of Broken

“Hey, Sunshine. Look in my eyes,” he demands. His voice is strained, but the tenderness is evident, too. “You feel so good that I’m about to blow my fucking load before I can see to you. You are perfection.” I’m not sure I believe him, but there is sincerity written all over his face. I lick my lips, trying to shore up my courage. “Are you doing okay with this? Doyouneed us to stop?” he asks, once again putting me first.

“N-No. I don’t want to stop. I want you, King.”

I watch as his beautiful mouth slides into a smile. It somehow makes his velvet dark eyes sparkle. “That feeling is more than mutual, baby. Now, this is your show. You’re in control. Show me what you want,” he urges.

I look at him, my teeth sinking into my lip as I war with my own nerves. Then, before I can allow the doubt that I’m feeling to overwhelm me, I start moving on him. I look down at King, biting into my lip, my fingers curling into his chest. I’m worried because I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing. I’ve had sex before—willingly, I mean. I should know what I’m doing. Right now, it feels like my first time and I’m worried King will find me disappointing. He’s staring up at me so intently, but his face gives nothing away. I increase the speed of my rocking, and immediately enjoy how much better that feels.

“This feels good,” I whisper inanely.

“You’re fucking magnificent,” King replies—saying it in a way that makes me believe that’s exactly how he feels.

That alone gives me courage to lift until I can feel him leaving me and then I push back down. I see King’s eyes close for a minute as pleasure washes through him—letting me know he’s enjoying that almost as much as I did. Once he’s seated all the way, I rock my hips, leaning down to kiss him. I cry out with that because that angles his cock inside me in a way that feels really fucking good. King’s hands slide under his tee and immediately bite into the cheeks of my ass. I was worried I’d feel fear, but that’s not what floods me down to my soul. No, that feeling would be desire and it’s so strong it steals my breath.

“King,” I gasp. I can feel it building in me. It’s stronger than anything I’ve known. When it rips through me, I’m not sure I’ll survive. “I’m going to come,” I add with a cry.

“Reach down, sweetheart. Touch yourself and bring us both over the edge,” he demands.

I immediately do what he says, riding him so hard at this point that my breasts are slapping against my body with each downward thrust. I squeeze his cock inside of me, loving the feel of him there, never wanting him to leave. The pads of my fingers seek out my clit, manipulating it as I push toward the edge of control.

“Fuck,” King growls, his hold on my hips increases with a bruising force and I love every minute of it.I love it!

The truth in that is so freeing that with just my fingers working my clit and King inside of me, I come. I was right. The orgasm washuge. So overwhelming all I can do is cry out his name and let it take me under.

“King!” I’m still riding the high when I feel him release inside of me, filling me with warm heat and somehow making me feel whole for the first time in my life.

The very first time.

As he takes me in his arms, holding me against his chest, our bodies still connected, while his hand slides through my hair, I smile and relax completely against him.

“My Gabriella. Completelymine. I’m never letting you go,” King croons against my ear. That should scare me. Maybe tomorrow it will. Tonight, the only thing I can think is I never want him to let me go.Ever.

Chapter 29

Gabby

The house isquiet when I wake up. I didn’t mean to sleep the morning away. It was late after King and I made love. I fell asleep with him inside me. Sometime later, I woke up and I could tell King had cleaned me in my sleep. He’d also taken his tee off me and we were both naked, his arm around me, our legs tangled as he spooned me, and his hand holding my breast. Maybe I should have been upset, but I wasn’t. I just snuggled even more, rubbed against his more than ready cock with my ass, and went back to sleep.

I roll over to find King’s side of the bed empty. The clock on the nightstand says it is ten thirty. Geez, I slept the morning away. I get up and immediately find King’s tee on the floor. I slip it over my head, then ruffle my hair as I pull it out from beneath the collar. I need to take a shower. I’m kind of thinking about asking King if he’d like to shower with me. I run to the bathroom to do my business and brush my teeth really quick. The last thing I want is for King to smell my morning breath. Then I make my way into the kitchen—lured by the smell of bacon.

When I get there, King is standing in front of the stove. His feet are bare. He’s wearing his jeans from yesterday. They’re hanging low on his hips, and he looks phenomenal. His backhas this huge dragon tattoo. I’d noticed that he never reveals his back. Most guys would peel off their shirt when they are working in the hot sun, but King never does. I didn’t understand why until I saw the tattoo. The dragon is in a fight. His wings and scales flared out. I found it odd. I know that until recently he didn’t really like Dragon. Then, he told me where to look for the real message in his tattoo. There’s a quote by Shakespeare in the intricate design of the Dragon’s smoke. “The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.” In letters that are written to look like part of the dragon’s scales, you find the words, “Not my father’s son.”Across from that, in the dragon’s tail are the words,“Every man shall be put to death for his own sin.”King explained this was part of a Bible verse in Deuteronomy. Finally, in bolder lettering that is colored red, and situated at the base of the dragon is a banner that is held by one of the dragon’s claws and the banner has only one word on it.Vengeance.

King admitted he had planned out exactly how to bring Dragon to his knees and kill him. He thought the man was to blame for every wrong done to his mom. Once he found out he was wrong, the plan died—although he admitted it kind of died after he met T. He liked T a lot and wanted to get to know his brother. Still, it’s a freaking big tatt. He doesn’t want to go through removal. He had some things changed—removed his old club’s tatt and apparently Shelby’s name used to be inked on him, but King’s not done anything else. He mentioned he was thinking of having it inked over, or at the very least, getting some of the words and message behind it removed. It’s beautiful, but I can see why he would want to change it now. So, I just said nothing. It’s not really my place. I can admit, however, that I’m glad he tookhername off his body.

“Sunshine, you ruined my surprise.”

“I did?” I question, still standing at the doorway watching him cook and appreciating the view, as I push away my thoughts on his tattoo.

“I was going to bring you breakfast in bed.”

“I would have rather you just stayed in bed with me,” I grumble.

He looks over his shoulder at me as he takes a sip of his coffee.

“Get your ass over here, woman.”

“What if I say no?” I ask, trying not to grin.

“Then I come over there to spank you and neither of us will get breakfast until I’m buried inside of you.”

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