Broken Saint by E.M. Gayle

7

Nova

Icouldn't believe this was happening. Or more correctly that I was not only letting it happen, but I wanted nothing more than for this filthy-hot man to use me any way he wished. I was such a goner.

"Lift up your skirt and show me."

His words were practically growled at me and they did nothing to assuage the near raging need building inside of me.

I might have been eager to comply, but that didn't mean I didn't want to play. I grabbed at the hem of my garment and lifted the fabric up one inch at a time in perfect harmony with each deep breath I struggled to take.

"You look beautiful like this. Your submissive nature is as breathtaking as your intelligence. I am quite impressed."

I didn't know what to do with his praise. No one had ever used that tactic with me. I wanted more, so I could bask in the glory of it.

I might have said as much, if not for the sudden, searing touch of his palm on my inner thigh.

My breath hitched, and the oxygen in my lungs disappeared. I couldn't think.

"Concentrate on what you feel, beautiful. Don't try to make any logical connections. Rely on your senses. The heat where I touch you. The look in my eyes as I take the submission you have so generously offered. The trust in your heart that I will protect you." He bent forward pressing his open mouth to my jaw. "The heady scent of your seductively sweet perfume as it blends with my cologne's musk. It's the same scent we leave behind in your bed, isn't it?"

"Yes!" I gasped.

My head was about to explode as he trailed kisses along every inch of my neck and the tops of my breasts. I arched back in an eager plea for so much more.

"Fuck. I love when you get greedy. It makes me want to watch you beg."

I whimpered. All the reasons I'd listed out for myself over why this had to end immediately were dissipating faster than I could stop them. This seemingly simple relationship had begun on shaky ground, and now it was so wrapped up in my deceit I had no idea how it could possibly unravel without bad things happening.

And yet, the impossible words were about to fall from my lips. "Yes, please. Don't stop."

He lifted his head to stare down at me, and the heated look he leveled at me robbed me of my remaining resistance. Each one of the myriads of colors that made up his hazel eyes looked like they were on fire.  I stared into those depths, unable to look away. It mesmerized me.

“Behave and I won't," he uttered, his words harsh, but the tone more guttural than anything else. I loved it when things between us got like this. Sex was always intense between us, but this was more than something that basic and simple. That exchange of power seemed to do something to both our brains. Maybe one day we would discuss the mechanics behind it, but as he bent down to kiss my bared flesh, I knew there would be little talk today.

He slipped two fingers into the bodice of my dress and pulled me tight against him. The first thing I noticed was the hot, hard length of him against my belly. It prodded at me like a hot poker of desire that made my head swim. He was a big man and that statement applied to everything about him. Seriously, the man had equipment so perfect it should be outlawed.

The second thing that hit me was his scent. I inhaled deeply, taking every bit of it in that I could. I'd yet to pinpoint the type of cologne he wore, but I swore it was like nothing I'd ever smelled before. It was as fucking divine as the man himself and I couldn't get enough of it. I may not want to admit that I was lost to my desire for him, but the walls I'd been trying to build were crumbling fast.

However, I could never tell him the truth. For him to know the real me would change everything. Besides it being too dangerous, no one would look at me the same. Not even him.

The criminal world my family belonged to wasn’t just ruthless, it was ugly and bloody. I could well imagine the disdain he would turn on me the instant he learned the truth.

He pulled back again, and the look he gave me grew even hotter and more intense, if that were possible. "You're distracted. What's going on?"

I should have told him about the work going on just beyond the wall where we stood. That might have been enough to end his attempt to disarm me instantly. Unfortunately, my brain had already disengaged from work and zeroed in on the man. He seemed to have that effect on me.

"Nova." My name from his lips in that harsh tone of his should not have been enough to focus me. But dammit, the way he delivered it, with a warning tone, all dark and delicious... If my panties weren't already gone, they would certainly be wet now.

I craved him. His scent, his touch, his every demand, my name from his mouth.  It all worked together to make him impossible for me to resist.

"I'm listening," I said on a whispered gasp because he'd found one of my nipples and tweaked it hard.

As if not convinced, his other hand clasped me around my neck with a light squeeze as he leaned in closer. "I don't think you are. But you will."

His mouth hovered so close to mine I felt his warm breath against my skin. The sensation overload sent a ripple of shudders through me, reminding me of the vulnerability of my predicament with him. The raw honesty of how much I wanted him like this pressed down on me like a weighted stone. But it also reminded me that if I didn't end this now I never would.

"We can't do this." The horrible scrape of those words against my mind as I uttered them ripped at my already frazzled nerves. I had barely begun, and already, the pain of losing him threatened to pull me under a riptide of emotions that might never let me surface again. How had this happened?

"We can, beautiful. You will. You can't tell me that when I slip my finger between your legs that I won't find you wet and ready for my cock." His hand tightened a fraction further at my neck. Not enough to completely cut off my air, but enough to make it a little more difficult to breathe and force me to focus my attention on every word he uttered and every touch he brandished to my flesh.

I wasn't going to deny what I felt between my thighs. Desire and need were never a problem between us. Lies, however?

Those were still a little hard to swallow.

Guilt stabbed at me as I reminded myself that the blame laid squarely on my shoulders. I'd created this persona so no one would know who I really was or where I had come from. I was ashamed of the family I had come from.

As if he knew my mind had wandered yet again, he slid his hand up my thigh and under my skirt. It didn't stop there. Before I could take a breath and so much as form a mild protest, his finger was between my shuddering thighs and inside of me on a single hard thrust. I grabbed at his arms with a gasp, trying to find something to steady me as intense pleasure shot through me.

"Fuck, you are tight. Makes me want my cock inside of you instead of my finger."

"Yes." I wanted that more than anything right now. Consequences? What consequences?

A low growl emanated from him as he worked his finger in and out of me. I tried to form more words and couldn't. Never in my life had I responded like this to a man who not only wanted to dominate me, but was more than strong enough to make it happen. Now I simply ached for more. When we weren't together, he still dominated my thoughts. He'd gotten under my skin, inside of me, and I couldn't make him stop.

"You are such a bad girl, and I fucking love a bad girl." His finger thrusts were harder and faster now. "You're going to come on my hand, and then I'm going to make you do it again."

I didn't doubt his words. I'd never believed in the whole multiple orgasms thing until I met him. I was a one and done kind of girl, and even when I used my battery-operated toy, I'd never made it to orgasm number two before giving up.

A tightening coiled in my core, a clear sign that my climax was imminent. His movements were rough and fast now, and I shook and jerked against his hand in perfect harmony. Fast, rough, slow, I didn't care. Just so long as he didn't stop.

"Please," I whisper wailed in a lame attempt to keep quiet. We weren't that far away from about ten people who were going to know what I'd been up to the second they saw me. If they didn't hear me first.

There was also the chance that any one of them might come looking for me at any moment.

"Fuck," He must have liked something I said or did because the next thing I knew he was lifting me off the ground so that my pussy lined up against his groin and he bucked and ground into me. A move that bumped against my clit perfectly.

I was definitely going to explode.

"Please, Sir. I have to come. I don't think I can—"

I didn't get to finish before he ground against me again, and this time, harder. That friction sent me soaring as explosions fired behind my eyes. I gasped for breath because my lungs felt like they were on fire. As I soared through shockwave after shockwave, he continued to work his fingers and his cock against me. I'd barely recovered when I felt the next wave building in my core. I was going to come again and come fast.

He must have sensed what I was going through as he worked harder. The whole thing was hot as hell. Him working me over, his hips moving against me and the barely deciphered filthy words he whispered in my ear. "Sir, Sir, I can't—"

"You can and you will. Take it, Nova. Take what I give you and give me what I want."

His gruff demands worked their magic over me, and another, more intense wave of pleasure washed over me. "Oh my God. Yes!" I nearly screamed as the detonation wiped away all of my restraint. I opened my eyes to watch him as I came and caught sight of something over his shoulder.

A man standing in the shadows across the room. I could barely make him out, but he was there—watching. Tall, dark, with a sardonic smile on his lips.  A knowing smirk, like he knew something I didn't. Seeing someone I didn't know should have seized my pleasure, but it was too late.

My release rocketed through me as I watched him watch me.

It was only for a moment though, as my attention got pulled back by a hard kiss. It was intense. Forceful. Demanding. Almost more than I could bear.

And I kissed him back as if my life depended on it. Thank God he was holding me up. He was still grinding against my pussy while I rode his finger to completion. By the time the aftershocks began to fade I was left feeling —and probably looking— like a wet noodle. I opened my eyes and glanced in the direction of the stranger to find no one. I searched the shadows, straining to see through the dark and still nothing. Had I imagined him? I didn't think so, but I couldn't be sure. I'd been out of my mind with need. But there had been something about the way he watched me...

I shook my head. Now I sounded crazy.

"Next time I make you come like that, I want to hear you scream."

I nearly jumped in his arms at the sound of his voice. "What?" His movements had stilled and I'd gotten lost in my concerns about what I'd seen to the point I'd momentarily forgotten where I was. A hot wave of shame rolled over me. What the hell was wrong with me?

"While watching you try to stifle your reactions is entertaining, I love it more when you completely lose control."

I smiled weakly up at him, dismissing all thoughts of a stranger who was more than likely a figment of my imagination. I hadn't recognized him, and I couldn't deny that my paranoia had me seeing things that simply weren't there lately. Between my growing feelings for a mystery man I couldn’t keep, my impending birthday, and knowing what I had to do next, it wouldn't surprise me if my brain was a bit fried.

Despite that, he still felt like something solid I wanted nothing more than to hold onto as long as I possibly could.

He eyed my warily, as if there were questions on the tip of his tongue that I knew I wouldn’t answer. Before he could ask, I slid down his body, and he loosened his hold on me. "I have to get back. I've already been gone too long."

He smiled. "You might want to hit the ladies room first."

Horror slid through me. "It's that bad?"

He pressed a kiss to the side of my neck. "No, baby. It's that good. Watching you forget where you were and come apart in my arms was fucking awesome. You are amazing. But if you don't want everyone else to know how hard I made you come, you might want to fix a few things."

"Okay," I said, breathing in his musk like a drug I couldn't get enough of. I had a feeling I was about to get into some serious trouble with this situation with little hope of getting out of it unscathed. I slowly loosened the tight grip I had on him and wriggled in his arms. "You have to let me go."

"Not happening."

My stomach clenched at the possessive tone of those two words. "I meant so I could go to the restroom as you suggested."

He placed a kiss on the top of my head, and I found it impossible to hold back a smile. Seriously, I had no business getting attached to anyone and especially not a man whose name I still didn’t even know. And yet...

Dammit.

I was headed for deep trouble.