Page 101 of Broken By Silence
“Please.Fuck me. I need it. I need you.”
I drive back into her, hard and deep. She screams.
I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust slamming into her, the sound of our bodies meeting filthy and loud in the quiet room. My hand slides around her hip, finding her clit. I rub tight, fast circles there, and her whole body starts to tremble.
“You gonna come for me?” I grunt, my thrusts becoming erratic, losing their rhythm as I feel my own end racing toward me. “You gonna come on your husband’s cock like a good wife? Do it. Let me feel you.”
Her cry is sharp and broken as she shatters around me, her inner muscles clenching and milking me, pulling my own orgasm from me. I bury myself deep as I come, my release hot and endless, my name a prayer on her lips. I collapse over her, spent, our sweat-slicked skin sticking together.
For a long moment, there’s only the sound of our ragged breathing. I press a kiss to her shoulder blade.
She turns her head, her cheek against the rumpled comforter. Her eyes are closed. “I still hate you.”
I shift, still inside her, and whisper against her ear, “I know.”
Chapter 34
Crew
The sound of someone’s body hitting the training mat echoes through the basement.
I creep down, watching Lottie move with precision, her body a blur of control and grace. Claire circles her, testing, taunting, pushing her to the edge like she always does. Every movement between them is deliberate.
I lean against the wall, arms crossed, trying to look like I’m just observing. Truth is, I can’t take my eyes off her.
The sweat on her skin catches the light as she moves. Her hair’s tied back, but strands still cling to her face, framing the sharp determination in her eyes. Claire strikes high, and Lottie ducks under her arm, sweeping her legs out, moving faster, sharper.
She’s getting stronger, and it should make me proud.
It does, but it also terrifies me, because strength means she’ll keep putting herself in danger, keep training for something she shouldn’t have to face again.
Claire finally calls it. Lottie stands in the middle of the mat, panting, her chest rising and falling fast. Claire gives her a nod of approval before heading toward the rack to rewrap her hands.
Lottie notices me then.
She tilts her head, her lips twitching in that small smile that still hits me like a freight train.
“You were watching,” she rasps out, voice breathless.
I shrug, trying not to let my chest tighten too much. “You’re hard to look away from.”
Her eyes narrow, amused. “That supposed to be a compliment?”
“It’s the truth.”
Claire tosses a towel in Lottie’s direction. “You’ve got good instincts, but you’re still hesitating.”
Lottie nods, wiping sweat from her jaw. “I know. That’s why I need to train with someone stronger.”
Claire glances over her shoulder at me, like she knows where this is going before either of us say it. “You volunteering, Crew?”
I push off the wall. “If she’s up for it.”
Lottie’s gaze flicks between us, something unreadable behind her eyes. “Yeah. I think I’d like that.”
Claire doesn’t linger. She knows when to give space. She grabs her bag and heads for the stairs, “Don’t go easy on her. She hates that.” She calls back.
When she’s gone,it’s quiet. Just the sound of Lottie’s breathing evening out, and mine getting harsher from being so close to her alone.
