Page 25 of With a Broken Wing
“Fuck,” he groaned, stepping towards me. “Do you see what you do to me, sunshine?”
He moved his hand quickly, and the tip of his cock glistened with his arousal. I nodded, watching as his erection jerked in his hand and warm ribbons of come painted my stomach. The look of ecstasy on his face when his eyes rolled back made me whimper, and as he came down from his peak, he stepped closer to me.
He ran his thumb slowly along my stomach, collecting his release and bringing it to my lips. “You look so lovely covered in my come. Now open.”
Without hesitation, I opened my mouth, allowing him to run his thumb along my bottom lip before sliding it onto my tongue. The warm, salty flavor made my mouth water, and I closed my lips around the digit, sucking lightly. A satisfied smile settled on my lips when he groaned, pulling his thumb from my mouth with a quiet pop.
“That’s a good girl, sunshine.” He leaned down, running his hand along my jawline. “You’re going to think about the taste of me on your tongue when you play with that pretty pussy of yours later.”
Then he stood straight and took a step back, tucking himself away and zipping his pants. My jaw dropped and my pussy ached. I couldn’t come up with any words, and I searched his eyes for a sign of the same regret they’d held after he kissed me the other night. I didn’t see the familiar look of shame there that I was used to seeing with men in the past, but he was still leaving.
“Please don’t go.” I didn’t want him to recognize the hint of desperation that decorated my voice. It didn’t stop him from opening the door and stepping into the hall.
“I have to, sweetheart. If I stay, I’ll destroy you.”
I sworeI could hear the door across the hall close when Demetri left for his meeting with Jacob’s team. A warm tingle ran over my body when I thought back to the way he’d looked standing in my room the night before. The salty taste of his come remained on my lips, and I ran my tongue along them, remembering the look on his face when he’d locked eyes with me.
I moved my hand slowly down my stomach, tracing along the space he had run his thumb. I thought about how warm his release was on my skin. He was right about two things—I’d be thinking about the taste of him every time I touch myself, and he’d destroy me.
The buzz of my phone on the nightstand next to me made my heart skip a beat. Hope that it was Demetri filled me, and I quickly reached for it, only to be disappointed when I didn’t recognize the number. My stomach lurched into my throat as I unlocked the screen.
UNKNOWN:Hello, princess. Are you happy to hear from me?
ME:Please tell me who this is.
UNKNOWN:Oh, come on, you haven’t forgotten me already, have you?
The anxiety that raged in the form of my racing heart took over.
UNKNOWN:You must have found someone else willing to accept a favor for a handful of pills, hmm?
My phone thumped as it landed on the floor at my feet.Oh god, please no.
* * *
Nine Months Earlier
Anxiety, nerves, and need rested on my skin in a light sheen as I knocked on the thin apartment door. The leather couch on the other side of his living room squeaked when he stood up from it, and when the footsteps stopped, the doorknob creaked, and the door opened. For a moment I considered turning around and running back down the stairs and to my car, speeding back to the safety of my apartment.
I couldn’t, though. The pills I’d been taking had become a lifeline, and leaving the office of the therapist I’d been seeing for years today was defeating. Nothing she said felt right, and nothing I said was anything I hadn’t said before. When my hour was up, I told her I wasn’t going to make another appointment.
She argued, but I stopped listening. When I shrugged and left her office, her sigh echoed in my mind the whole drive home. All I could think about was the last pill in the small jar tucked in my dresser—the one that fit perfectly in the corner of the drawer where nobody else would see it if they didn’t already know it was there.
That last pill didn’t do enough to quiet the thoughts that screamed in my head. I needed more, and I knew exactly where I had to go to get them. There was only one person who could give them to me without the girls or my brother finding out.
Fisher Jordan.
The opened door revealed a man who would scare most people. His jet-black hair hung past his shoulders, and his piercing blue eyes were enough to stop you in your tracks. It was like they could see through you. Tattoos covered his neck and arms, with a large skull on the back of his hand and the words “KILL YOU” on his knuckles. Honestly, I wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t do exactly what the tattoos demanded.
“Well, well, well. Look who it is.” His voice was enough to make me almost regret coming—cold and tinted with evil.
“Please, Fisher. Can I come in?” I looked around the deserted hall, already knowing nobody was going to hear me. “I need your help.”
He rolled his eyes but let the door fall open. “I can’t help you.”
I turned back to face him. “I know that’s not true. I’ll do anything. Please. I’m desperate.”
“Hearing you beg is pretty fun, princess. Maybe we can make a deal.”
