Page 110 of Broken Pieces

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I gasp, grabbing his wrist without thinking.

My voice comes out broken. “I need to tell you something.”

His eyes flash to mine, but his fingers don’t stop.

“Tell me, baby.”

“I’ve never…” I swallow hard. “I’m a virgin.”

He stills.

But it’s enough.

Enough to feel everything shift.

The heat.

The hunger.

The way his hand tightens on my thigh as if he’s anchoring himself, holding back a storm that was raging only seconds ago.

And in that pause, I know everything’s about to change.

Chapter Seventeen

Zane

Fuck.

Her words slam into my skull before anything else, before I can even think straight.

That one word, and everything else just shuts down.

She’s a virgin.

Everything inside me grinds to a halt.

My fingers are still pressed against the soaked lace between her thighs, heat radiating into my skin, but I can’t fucking move.

I’m suspended in this moment, pulse hammering, lungs locked up, caught between wanting her so fucking bad and knowing I can’t have her.

I pull in a slow breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. My hand stays where it is, not moving, not pushing, just holding her.

I’ve had sex before. Too many times to count.

But they were nothing but a quick fuck, rough, and meaningless.

But this isn’t that. This is her.

Skylar.

The girl who’s clawed her way through shit most people wouldn’t survive. The one who walked into my world without asking and flipped it on its fucking head.

And now she’s here.

Laid out.

Thighs trembling.

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