Cherry does naughty things in cabins. I could write a whole jizz fanfic about you. Don't make me. Cinny, baby, don't beg. I've got you.

Readers- Plot? What plot? Lick it up, Breaker Baby...


Chapter Twenty-Eight

"I want you to fuck me."

Breaker stares at me and I know he's heard me, but his face shows no reaction. If it weren't for his speeding heartbeat, I'd think I had never said the words at all.

"You don't know what you're asking," he finally says in a low voice. It scorches me, burning like coals so hot I want to lick the sweat beading his forehead.

"I do," I whisper bravely, my bottom lip tingling. "So do it. Fuck me."

When he doesn't move, my last bit of courage pleads with the insanity he's driven me to. "Please."

"Make me forgive you," I taunt. His grip on my thighs deepens and I know I'm taking advantage of his guilt. It's the one thing that rips us apart and I use it to bind us together.

Breaker's hands trail upward to my bare chest. He squeezes both breasts firmly and his stubble tickles along my jaw as he leans closer to my ear. "I'll hurt you."

It's my final warning, the last one to convince me to say no. If he thinks I'll change my mind, he's wrong. I need him so bad my breath is turning shallow; it's an indication I have nothing left to lose.

"You already have," I provoke him.

His eyes narrow and his fingers twitch against my skin. I know I've made him angry. I've taken his apology and used it against him for my own greedy lust. His jaw sets, hard as steel, and I know I'm this close to crossing the line.

"Tyler would," I murmur under my breath.

Breaker's hands twist my breasts and I cry out.

The line disappears beneath my feet. The possessiveness I ached for causes him to half-growl in anger. "Get up."

I hear his words, but I'm trembling from his erratic switch in mood. I hate myself for what I've said, but without it he would be too gentle and loving.

"Get. The. Fuck. Up."

Our heated skin sticks together and it takes me a second longer to peel myself away from him as I rise to my feet. I back up, bumping my calf against the coffee table.

He stands up, knocking the lamp to the floor with his fist. The expensive glass crashes and its remnants scatter about the room dangerously. I lock my eyes with his, but I turn cowardly under his raging glare. My heart plummets and I know I'm hurting him. A part of me doesn't care. It's the only redemption I've yet to see from him and I want it paid in full.

Breaker's hands clench by his sides and I see the strength it's taking for him to inhale and exhale without exploding. I've pulled us to a treacherous edge and there's no coming back from this.

I blink and he scrutinizes me with preying eyes.

"Say his name again," he threatens, taking a step towards me. His voice is dead and cold, but months of his deception has made me into a cruel person.

"Tyler," I say mockingly. It cuts through the room like a razor, slashing open healing wounds.

Breaker laughs and it haunts me to my bones. "You think that insignificant piece of shit can touch me? Nice try, Little Justice."

He's cocky; arrogant to the point of no return, and I hate how he adds "little" to my name. It's the same condescending term Tanya uses and I despise her on every level possible. But he pushes and pushes and pushes, and it is every bit my fault.

"Flowers and daisies, Just Justice," he sneers. "You remember that day in my office, don't you? Tanya practically wanted to ride my cock and you couldn't even tell her no 'cause you were scared of mommy."

"I was n—"

"Excuse me. I meant 'Mama'."

He doesn't miss a single beat and I yell, balling my fists. "Shut up!"

We backtrack and I find myself getting closer and closer to the wall. "I tell you what, baby Justice. I'll wait here and you go grab that book of yours. Then maybe you'll actually be able to use your big girl words instead of pissing me off like your mama's little bitch."

I don't know where it comes from, but I slap him right across the cheek. His head turns at the force, burning red within seconds. My vision burns as a tear spills and for once in my life, I'm actually fearful of him. He hovers over me, putting his hand under my chin. My neck stretches towards him and his tone is sharp with the intent to return the hell I've given him.

"You are so fucking mean," he coos and he licks, he actually licks the tear to keep it from running all the way down my face. His hands are all over me and he presses the hardness in his jeans against my tiny shorts. A trail of his tongue's saliva is left on my cheek and he wipes it away with his thumb.

We sink and fall and I love every second of it. He lowers one hand in my shorts, running his fingers between my legs. The dampness of my panties glides against his skin and I feel the curve of his smile against my ear.

"My wet Justice," he purrs and with a snap of his fingers, he unbuttons my denim with ease. Stars dance and swirl and he yanks my short and my panties down until they drop. I step out of them, pushing them to the side with my feet.

His mouth overwhelms mine and he is hot beyond belief. We only part lips as I struggle to tear off his shirt. He helps me navigate it over his head, but it's only a split second before we are connected with our mouths again.

He consumes me and he doesn't even know it.

I struggle nervously with his jeans as my knees tremble. An excited fear erupts through my veins that only comes from being with him. I finally get his pants and boxers down and he is swollen and hard, prodding against me. My fingertips trace their way up his thighs and to his erection.

I need him.

Breaker hisses when I touch him and his skin is smooth except for the vein that pulses against my palm. His hands knot in my hair and his hips thrust. I'm in a territory I know nothing about, but I want to make him feel good. He's done it for me, and I can only imagine what it's like to taste him for myself.

He's hesitant to break our kiss, but I leave him light pecks on his chest and down the line of hair that leads to where I want to kiss him the most. Breaker's body rocks against me as I brush my lips across his hipbones.

With his hands in my hair, I open my mouth and take him whole.

"Fuck!" His fist pounds the wall and his stomach sinks in. I love that I bring that reaction out of him, and for once I'm the one with the power. He's easy, Sunday-mornings beautiful as his eyelids close.

He holds himself with one hand, guiding me back and forth slowly. My teeth barely scrape against him, but he loves it. He whispers my name over and over as I pull and suck with pressure.

I love him so much. This sinful action should make me feel less than ladylike, but it doesn't. I hum around him and he moans with pleasure. The sounds of me slurping echo around the quiet room and I smell his scent wrapping around me.

Breaker's legs shake and it sends chills down my spine. I feel his muscles vibrating as he hits the back of my throat. His grip tightens as I suck and swirl my tongue around him. He continues to thrust in and out of my mouth.

This. Him. Us.

It's everything.

"Justice, baby," Breaker gasps, struggling to breathe as he pulls me back by my hair. "I'm going to come. You've got to stop."

I blink up innocently at him and I wonder what I've done wrong.

"I want to be inside of you," he explains and I flutter my eyes, finally understanding.

"Oh."

He half-smiles and when I stand, he lifts me up, cradling his hands under my bottom. My back scrapes against the wall as he grips me tightly.

"You're hella cute," he murmurs and he kisses me right on the lips. He doesn't care that my mouth was on him and I wonder if he tastes himself. I still do and its love, love, love that savors on my tongue.

Wrapping my small arms around his neck, he manages to hold me steady as he adjusts himself between the two of us. Breaker rubs his head up and down my folds, teasing me until I'm on the brink of frustration. He knows it's possible I won't even make it to the sex part, but he doesn't give a shit. He enjoys torturing me.

"You still want me to fuck you?" he breathes, pushing just a centimeter into me. I grit my teeth, shocked that he is burning me right at the entrance. I thought it wasn't supposed to hurt again and I suck in air at my naivety and simplemindedness.

I'm sick and intent on proving him wrong about everything he said earlier. I clutch his hair until I pull at his scalp.

"Hard," I command him.

Breaker's face flushes and he loses every ounce of self-control. His lips curl and his eyes lock with mine as he jerks me down on him with zero abandonment.

I cry out in pain as my skin grazes against the beige painted wall. Every part of this—the burning, the stinging, the parts that ache with love and hate—all of it is worth it. Breaker nip-bites my jaw, ripping me to the core. He's recklessly thrusting, pounding into me over and over.

The friction is deliberately crazed, flesh sliding against flesh. I'm possessed by his kisses and I feel frenzied by the intensity flowing through us.

Please don't stop.

I strain to clasp my hands together but he just keeps driving into me; plunging with intense, long, fast strokes. It doesn't matter if I slip because he pulls me back, roughly fucking me into the darkest lovesick oblivion. My breasts bounce up and down as he licks my lips provocatively.

"Say his name while I'm in you," Breaker grunts, breathing heavily. "I dare you."

He thinks I'm too weak to stand against him, but he's wrong. His nose flares as I attempt the first syllable.

"Tyl—"

He doesn't give me a chance to speak. He fucks me raw until I am utterly nothing. My heart is captured in his and we mold our bodies as one. Goosebumps rise on my skin when he thrusts deeper and deeper. I can't breathe … think … see. I don't know why I torture myself like this, why I even try.

"You're mine, Justice," he growls, pounding into me relentlessly. He delves in again, leaving my lungs void of air. I can't even protest this time without him shattering me.

I am in sensory overload and him wrecking me senseless causes my thighs to clench around him.

"Tell me," he orders and the room around me begins to spin in a mental loop. His face, the texture of his tongue licking my lip, the sweat dripping down, it all plays on repeat.

He doesn't want to hear that I am his. I know the words he wants to pour from my mouth. They linger on my lips until I feel him quiver beneath me. Breaker grips me harder, his nails making painful marks in my skin.

"Now, Justice!" His voice is rough, demanding. My entire body pulses with pleasure and I can barely take any more. This is forever and I will never want anything less.

Ever.

Gazing into his eyes, I whisper his name as if he was made for me. My walls clamp around him, and he lets out a throaty groan.

"I forgive you," I cry out and he grunts as he comes deep inside, deliberately holding himself as his legs shake violently. It feels like ecstasy and the scales tip in his favor.

His wet lips press against mine and we love each other tenderly. There's no denying it, no resistance from either of our parts. I come undone as he kisses me: lips, nose, chin and finally resting on my lips.

"I love you," he gasps desperately. He needs to say it and I need to hear it. I don't reply; instead, I curve my fingers into his hair, dragging my tongue along his.

If there is any place to end our story, it would be now.

My heart convulses and adoration swells all through me.

I love you more.

A hot stream of come pours down my legs when he finally pulls out of me, and he wipes it with his fingertips and raises it to my mouth.

I wrap my lips around his fingers, sucking off the salty juices. I taste both him and me and that's how it was always meant to be—us, forever.

Breaker breathes heavily, his eyes twinkling as I lick his fingers. I'm not ashamed of this. I know I've changed, but he has too. My conscience tells me this is how we will stay and I have more faith in that thought than I should.

I immerse myself into his world, relishing in everything for now because I understand our love will be tested tomorrow.

So I hold steady as takes my hand, leading me back to the sofa. We are a sweltering, sweaty, sticky mess and I don't care. He wraps me in his arms and he fastens us together.

"One day you're going to marry me, Just Justice," he murmurs, kissing me on my earlobe.

Fear prickles my skin because for once, he speaks the truth.

I believe him.