Page 104 of The Broken Note

It feels so freaking good.

And if this were a different story, a different night, a different life, I’d step into the eternity trapped in this moment and call it something I’ve never truly believed in.

Love.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

CADENCE

My bra makes a silky sound as it flutters to the edge of the rug. I don’t hear it. My groans are too loud, pouring out of me like a crash of notes as Dutch sends his thumb skittering over my freshly exposed skin.

A D# G

Fingers crashing into notes, creating music. Creating chaos.

The friction is too much.

Too.

Much.

I rake my nails through his hair as he drapes me on top of the rug. “Shouldn’t we…” I gasp as his lips connect with the pulse in my neck. “Protection. We need…”

“I don’t have protection,” he murmurs in my ear.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hear a warning bell.

And yet, Dutch keeps kissing me, bruising my lips, sucking his way down my neck to my chest. Showing me that he has everything I want. Hot, burning pleasure. A storm of satisfaction. A cruel torture.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispers, sliding a rough finger down my stomach. A bundle of fireworks hisses through my veins. He slicks the length of his finger over my tights, holding my pleasure just out of reach, so I have no choice but to surrender to him.

All my protests disintegrate when he kisses me again, teasing me over my clothes.

His teeth graze my naked shoulder and then he bites.

Tension snaps through me as every sensitive nerve in my body blazes to attention.

I moan louder. Taut. Hyper-aware of his ragged breaths in my ear, his need pressing into my leg.

“Sweet Cadey.” His tongue slides over my shoulder, caressing the bite mark, leaving me aching, reaching, wanting more. “There are so many things I want to do to you.” He presses a kiss to my throbbing skin. My pain. My medicine. “I apologize in advance for not being gentle.”

His threat whips a new invisible chord into the air.

Dark, decadent notes.

B C# Eb

I’m already on the edge of blinding pleasure. Already breathless with need.

I can’t stop.

Not now, when everything I need to quench this immeasurable thirst is within reach.

He has me in the palm of his hand.

This beast.

This monster.

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