The Bonds We Break by Becca Steele

PROLOGUE

All the best love stories start with an epic blowjob.

Okay. Love might be stretching it a bit, unless it was possible to love someone’s mouth. Especially when that mouth was talented as fuck and gave the best blowjobs I’d ever had the pleasure of receiving. And I’d received enough to make me a blowjob connoisseur.

Jessa De Witt, on her knees in front of me, those sexy, pouty red lips wrapped around my cock while her tongue flicked across the head, was the queen of sucking dick. Not only could she deep-throat better than anyone else, she loved it. A whole range of hot as fuck noises came from her throat as she sucked me down, sending vibrations all through my dick, while she tugged on my balls. My hands tangled in her long, glossy dark hair, and she let me fuck her face, opening her throat so I could thrust all the way in.

So. Good.

It felt like seconds before my balls were tightening and I was spilling my load down her throat.

After I’d put my dick away, I tugged her to her feet, pulling her into me and sliding my mouth over hers in a messy kiss, tasting myself on her tongue.

She pulled her head back, staring at me, her green eyes glassy and unfocused. “Why do you like to taste yourself?”

I shrugged, a grin spreading across my face. “Because I taste good, babe.”

She huffed out a disbelieving laugh. “You are so full of yourself, you know that?”

Avoiding the obvious reply, I flashed her another wide grin. “With good reason. Have you seen me?”

Shaking her head, she stepped backwards, but I stopped her by gripping her wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“We’re finished here, aren’t we?” She glanced pointedly down in the direction of my cock.

Another tug and she was plastered against my body. “Do you want to ruin my reputation?” I put on a shocked voice, just so I could enjoy her resulting eye roll. “Let it never be said that Cassius Demetri Drummond doesn’t satisfy his woman.”

She glanced around us before returning her attention to me. “Firstly, in case you haven’t noticed, we’re in a roomful of people,” she said, like I’d suddenly forgotten that we were in the middle of a party. Up against the wall in a darkish corner, but still, the party was going on all around us. Not that it bothered me—it wasn’t the first time I’d had my cock sucked with other people around, and I wasn’t the only one, either.

“Secondly,” she continued, “I’m not your woman.”

“Any other objections?” I gripped her sexy ass, palming it as I wedged my thigh between her legs.

“No…” The word was breathed out of her as she ground herself against my leg.

“Mmmm. That’s it, baby. I know you don’t care about these other people any more than I do.” Dropping my lips to her neck, I bit down lightly. “And you know I’m not a one-woman man, just as you’re not a one-man woman. We’re only eighteen. Fuck being tied down—we have to spread the love. It’s our duty as beautiful people.”

“Where do you get these lines?” It sounded like she was caught between a laugh and a moan, and that wouldn’t do. Snaking my hand in between us, I found her pussy bare and soaking, and I circled her clit.

When she whimpered, I smiled. Much better.

“Do you want my hand or my mouth?” I licked up her throat before blowing on her dampened skin, and she shuddered, grinding herself down on my leg.

“Any. Just hurry up,” she panted.

“Mouth, then. I’m gonna make you come right in front of all these people.” There wasn’t really anyone paying attention to us, but I knew the thought of it would get her going more than anything else. It got me going, that was for fucking sure. My dick was already stirring again, even though I’d just come.

A low moan fell from her lips, her body rolling shamelessly against mine. Taking hold of her hips, I stalled her movements, then dropped to my knees. There was a wet patch on my jeans where her pussy had ground against my leg, and my dick jumped.

Fucking hot.

With no underwear to bother with, I pushed up her dress, hooked her leg over my shoulder, and ate her out until she was sobbing out her orgasm over my face, the roomful of people forgotten.

* * *

Cassius rose to his feet, licking his lips with a slow, deliberate movement. I was distantly aware of the other people surrounding us, but at that moment, he had my attention. His dirty-blond hair was dishevelled, his blue eyes gleaming beneath his thick lashes as his mouth curved into a cocky grin.

“Good, huh?”

When my breathing was finally back to normal, I replied, “You know it was.”

He dropped a kiss on my lips. “See ya later, babe.” Before I could return his goodbye, he tugged me against him, his lips coming to my ear. “I fucking love your mouth.”

Then he melted into the crowd and disappeared. When he’d gone, I made my way to the bathroom, straightening my dress and fixing my hair and makeup as best as I could. Blowing my reflection a kiss, I unlocked the bathroom door.

“There you are.” Portia Thompson, my so-called best friend, strutted up to me, stunning as usual in a short black dress, her gorgeous red hair cascading down her back in loose waves. She stopped in front of me, looking me up and down. “Didn’t we decide that mint green wasn’t your colour?”

“I can pull it off.” Tossing my hair over my shoulder, I gave her a look that dared her to disagree.

“If you say so.” Her gaze flicked over me disdainfully. “Let’s get a drink.”

These caustic comments were the main reason I called her my so-called best friend, rather than my actual best friend. Sometimes I wondered if we even liked each other at all or if we just hung out together because it was what was expected of us, with our families being rich and influential.

We headed into the kitchen, and as usual, I ignored the whispers, the usual mix of envy and scathing comments. The queen bee’s crown was heavy, but my position at the top was expected of me, and it wasn’t like I could complain, anyway. I was one of the elite—a girl that other girls tried to emulate, with the attention of the hottest boys, always invited to the best parties. I worked hard, cultivating relationships that would be beneficial for my future, constantly maintaining the delicate balance between school and social life.

I thought I was untouchable, but I was wrong.

How easily it all came crashing down.

* * *

Eighteen, maybe nineteen months ago. That was the last time I’d got my mouth on Jessa. Before things changed. Before Caiden caught her eye and their families tried to push them together. Before I met Winter Huntington and realised that maybe I was capable of catching feelings for someone.

By then, I’d been single for so long, I wasn’t sure I could be any other way. Or even if I wanted to be, to be honest. My life was great; I had a steady stream of women, and the very occasional man, whenever I wanted. I had a group of best friends I’d lay down my life for, and my initial feelings for Winter, whatever they were, had settled into a deep, pure friendship.

I didn’t have one of those weird “feelings” like something was missing in my life.

Life was good, and I was happy.

I was the master of my own fucking destiny.

Everything was as it should be.

Until it wasn’t.