Breaking Her Bad by Michelle Mankin

 

 

 

 

 

Kyle

Claire was so brave. So beautiful. Staring at her, I shouldn’t say anything. I should let her go. But I just couldn’t.

“There is no solution. There wouldn’t even be an us if I’d done the right thing and told you what I was back then.” I let out a resigned sigh. “I’m a drug dealer, Claire. My life isn’t my own. It’s Martin’s. What he allows me to have is what you see here.”

“What if he allowed you more?” She turned her head slightly, exposing the elegant length of her neck, along with her pretty profile.

I scoffed. “He wouldn’t. I just have this shit, and that’s all. That’s why . . .”

“Why what, Kyle?” she asked, turning around. “What’s different? Why didn’t you help me with Belinda my first day at Southside High like you helped me in Lakeside?”

“I can’t help you here.” My arms stiffened at my sides. I despised how powerless I was.

“Couldn’t, yet you did.” She tilted her head to a considering angle. “You got my bracelet back. Risked La Rasa, a blade, and maybe a whole lot of other things I don’t even know of in order to do that.”

“Your father gave you that bracelet.” My hands formed fists. “I knew what it meant to you.”

“Yes, he did, and it does mean a lot to me.” Her eyes filled, and she swallowed hard.

Looking at her, I could feel the strain from the tears clogging her throat. The pain of his passing hurt her. Cut her deeply. It was difficult to witness. When he’d come up in our conversations in Lakeside, her inner light had blazed. Now it only flickered, a candle about to go out.

“And that’s just it. You risked what you did, but only knew what my bracelet used to mean to me.” She stepped closer, and her sweet wildflower scent washed over me. “Why, Kyle? Tell me why? Tell me the truth, and I’ll go away. You’ll never have to look at me or talk to me again.”

“Don’t go,” I said, my voice coming out raspy.

It was crazy, and dangerous, but I reached for her. Once I had her in my arms, soft and as necessary as my own heartbeat, I was unable to let her go.

Claire placed her hands on my chest and glanced up at me. Her eyes sparkled like brown tourmaline, a gemstone regarded for its healing powers. She was an elixir. In Lakeside, I only had a glance, a taste, yet I’d known how wonderful she was and wanted all of her.

“Tell me why.” Her warmth, her passion, her hopeful determination, even with that flickering, she shone brighter than the sun.

“Because I can’t do what I should when it comes to you.” I would have closed my eyes, but I knew I would still feel the warmth of her. “Not at the beginning, and not now with you here in a place where one wrong word or move on my part might put you in danger.”

“Why would that matter?” she whispered.

As she smoothed her hand up my chest, her touch trailed fire. My body went haywire. My heart raced. My cock lengthened. And my brain scrambled.

“Because I care about you,” I said. My next breath came easier after speaking the truth, while at the same time, her sputtering light began to steadily glow. “Because you changed me.” My voice deepened. “Because you changed everything.”

Holding my gaze, she said, “You changed everything for me too, Kyle.”

“I don’t know how that’s possible.” I wrapped my arms around her tighter, reveling in her warmth and the irresistible shape of her.

“Because you’re who you are, and I needed you.” Behind her lenses, desire and truth were magnified. “I still need you.”

“How can that be?” I searched her gaze. “When you know what I am?”

“You’re more than a label. More than the cage that holds you. More than the jailer who keeps the key to your cage. Much, much more.” She laid her palm against my cheek, curling her fingers around the hard edge of my jaw, softening it, softening me. “I’m more when I’m with you too.”

“I’d rather burn down this night, make flames so bright it becomes day, than let you go again.” I slowly traced my hands over her curves, savoring her but knowing I couldn’t keep her.

“Then don’t let me go.” She wrapped her arms around me. “I don’t want to leave. Not when I’m where I want to be.”

Claire pressed the perfect rounds of her tits against my chest. She felt so good, so sexy, my cock went rock-hard and I groaned.

“I missed you. So much.” Framing her lovely face, I lowered my head and pressed my mouth to hers. A bolt of longing surged through me, the darkness within me becoming light.

“Kyle . . .” She moaned, parting her lush lips. Her sweet breath was life, life to the man she made me.

Sliding my hands into her hair, I cradled her nape gently and melded my mouth to hers as I delved my tongue deep. Her lips moved together with mine. My firm ones were demanding, and hers were yieldingly soft. Kissing her was the best thing I’d done since the last time she granted me the privilege.

But as good as it was, a taste wasn’t enough. I had to have more.

“Claire, I want you.” I broke the seal between our mouths. Desperate, I trailed my lips over her skin, marveling at its creamy softness. Waves of desire crashed over me. “Here. Now.”

“Yes, here.” She blinked up at me, her eyes shiny. “Now. Have me.”

Her lips were swollen from my passion. Her urgent fingers gripped the back of my shirt.

“I don’t have anywhere special to take you. No retreat like your treehouse.”

“This is special.” With heat in her eyes, she stared back at me through her lenses. “Being with you is the best place I know.”

Wanting to believe her, I determined to become the best place, starting now.

“I knew you were right for me the moment I saw you.” I slid my palms over her slender shoulders. Running them over her skin, I clasped her upper arms carefully but firmly. “I knew the moment I looked into your eyes.”

“Kiss me again, Kyle.” She licked her lips.

Their pink surface glistening temptingly, I willingly obliged, kissing her deeply. Her mouth was perfection. As her tongue danced with mine, I felt each sensual slide in my cock. Throbbing, I turned and walked her backward.

At the counter, I ripped my mouth from hers and framed her face again. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, Kyle,” she said, though she looked dazed.

“I wasn’t planning on being with you tonight. I haven’t been with anyone since you. I haven’t wanted to be with anyone.” I blew out a breath that raised golden wisps of her hair around her pretty face. “What I mean to say is that I don’t have a condom.”

“You haven’t been with anyone?” She tipped her head to the side, her silky hair spilling gold over my hands. “Not even Missy?”

“No one, not even her.”

“Okay,” Claire whispered, but I could tell that it wasn’t okay.

Having a feeling it was related to Missy, I tried to explain.

“It was only business with Missy. Even less with everyone else.” I held Claire’s gaze gently, like I held her. “Being with you is everything. You are all I see. All I imagine. All I want to feel.”

“You’re all I want too.” She lifted her arms, covering my hands on her face with hers.

“They tested me for everything at the hospital when they repaired my broken leg. I’m clean.”

“I’m on the pill, so without a condom is okay.” Her lips curved. “The last one didn’t work so well anyway.”

“I noticed.” And thought about her and that often during my recuperation.

I moved my hands to her hips. Lifting her onto the counter, I spread apart her shapely legs and moved between them.

“I didn’t have a cycle for a month afterward,” she said.

“I’m sorry.” I ran the tips of my fingers over the satiny skin of her inner thigh, and she shivered. I glanced up at her. “I wish I could have been there for you. I’m sure that was a sad time for you, and scary.”

“It was, but when I was late, I hoped I was pregnant.” She peered up at me through her lashes, pure seduction. “I wanted to have a part of you always with me.”

“Oh, Claire.” Pressure built behind my eyes that made them sting. No one ever wanted me or any part of me. Not really. But that was a fact too sad to share. Bending, I pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I hate that you went through all you did alone.”

“I hate that you did too.” She ran her thumb over my stubbly jaw, and I rumbled with pleasure from her touch. “But those things are past.”

“Yes, it just you and me and right now.” I smoothed my hands higher, lifting her skirt. Her skin was warm beneath my palms, the edge of her panties a barrier that I didn’t want. “I need to be inside you,” I said low.

Claire and I coming together was as certain as the sun rising. I was done trying to fight it.

“When you deepen your voice, I feel it between my legs.”

“Claire.” My voice broke even lower. She broke me.

“Kyle.” Her eyes sultry, she placed her smaller hand over my larger one and guided me to the center of her.

“You’re wet.” The lace over her pussy was damp. “Hot.”

“Touch me.” She removed her hand. “I need you to. Please.”

“Yes.” Needing what she needed, only more desperately, I dipped my hand under the lace and covered her neatly trimmed pussy with my palm.

“Now I’m hotter.” She shuddered. “And wetter.”

Her gaze dropping, she began undoing my belt, and I let her. I was busy gliding my fingers through her dewy folds. Getting my belt unbuckled, she pulled apart the two sides of my fly and grazed my hard cock with her hand.

I groaned. She moaned as I stroked one finger inside her.

“Kyle, that feels so good,” she said huskily. Shoving her hand inside my boxers, she grabbed my cock. “I forgot how large you are.”

“Babe.” My pleasure evident, I pulsed in her greedy grip.

Capturing her mouth again, I urged her lips apart while I drew a deliberate circle around her swollen clit with the pad of my thumb. She soaked my skin and let out a broken breath. I swallowed her desire, pre-cum spurting from my slit as she eagerly sucked on my tongue.

“Enough.” I ripped my mouth from hers. It had been too long. “I have to be inside you.”

Her cunt tightened around my finger as I slid it out. Quickly, I shoved my jeans and boxers down to my knees. Watching me from her perch on the counter, she wiggled out of her soaked panties. My eyes flared at the knowledge that tiny scrap of lace had been all that prevented me from having her.

I slid my palms underneath her ass and lifted her off the counter. Holding a rounded globe in each hand, I turned. She draped her arms around my neck and wrapped her sexy legs around my waist. Pinning her to the opposite wall, I found her entrance, positioned, and drove my cock inside her.

“So good.” I groaned from the bliss. Warm and wet, she tightened around me. “You’re so perfect, babe.”

I glided out until only the end of my cock remained inside to tease her, then I slid back inside slowly. I wanted her to feel every inch. How hard I was. How hard she made me.

“Oh, Kyle.” She panted, her eyes dark.

“Lower your top. I want to see your sexy tits while I pound my cock into you.”

She removed her hands from my shoulders and yanked her top down. Her tits were perfectly round, the nipples tight.

My eyes glazing over, I lifted her higher. Getting her where I wanted her, I ran my face back and forth between her tits, marveling at her perfection and the creaminess of her skin. Her tight rosy nipples beckoning, I licked my way back and forth, leaving a fine wet line between them.

“Kyle, please.” Her hands in my hair, she drew my head back and lowered hers.

Aiming her mouth at mine, she kissed me hard. I loved it. I kissed her back harder and started to move. Driving in deep, and gliding out shallow. Slow thrusts, then faster, harder ones.

She ripped her mouth from mine to moan.

“Claire. Fuck.”

The rumble in my chest becoming a growl, I furiously pumped my cock into her. Faster, harder. She was so wet, so tight. Riding my cock, she used my shoulders for leverage. She whimpered each time I thrust deep, and I thrust inside her again and again.

“I’m going to come,” she warned as our hot straining flesh slapped together.

“Come then,” I said, driving into her. My need for her was insatiable. Relentless. Again and again, I hammered into her. I couldn’t stop. I just knew I had to take her to the breaking point with me. “I’m going to explode inside you.”

“Oh, Kyle . . .”

Feeling the tremors of her climax begin propelled me over the edge. Groaning, I stiffened and poured myself into her. Her cunt rhythmically clenching around me, she squeezed from me every drop.

Together, we were the heat that blazed. The fire. We flew higher than the sun, but it didn’t burn brighter than us.

Nothing could.