Page 57 of Break Me
She reaches a hand out to my chest, trailing a finger down before she yanks my shirt and pulls me closer.
I can barely breathe.
She stands on her tiptoes and presses her mouth against my neck. “You’re mine, Benji Silva. You’ll always be mine.” She kisses my neck again. “Seeing you here… God, I’m so sorry for what I did to us. I’m so sorry for what you had to go through.” Her tongue flicks against my skin. “But I will never forget what you did for me. No one will ever compare to you, Benji. And I know you wouldn’t do that again. You wouldn’t hurt someone so badly, not for any other girl in this world. You’re mine, Benji, and I’m yours.” Her hand trails lower, over my soft cock. “I’ve always been yours.”
I close my eyes again, the memory of her in that bathtub, broken and bruised, assaulting my brain. Of before, when we were fucking insane in love. When we clung to each other.
But another memory crowds in. The videos of her, with him, fucking in our house.
When I open my eyes again, I yank her hand off of my cock and shove her back against the wall, my hand on her collarbone, scrunching up the silk of her shirt.
“Don’t you ever fucking touch me again, Bianca. Because you’re wrong. There is someone else I’d hurt for. Someone I’d kill for. Hell, I’d probably do it for anyone, if they paid me enough.” I laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “Except for you, B. It never will be you again. So next time you see me, look the other way.” I let her go and step back. “You are nothing to me. Fucking nothing.”
And then, out of the corner of my eye, I see Ava watching us.
Bianca sees her too, and we both turn to look at her. Before I can get my mouth to fucking work properly again, Ava’s lip trembles and then she turns on her heel and walks away, and I’ve got a sinking feeling she isn’t walking back to our table.
