Page 45 of Trading In A Broken Heart

“Stop running from me.”

She let out a shaky breath as her hands rested on my shoulders. I didn’t waste any time. I slid my hands down, gripping the hem of the T-shirt and bunched it up. I slid it slowly up her body. She helped me, lifting her arms as I pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor.

She stood before me completely naked, her breasts heavy and her nipples already hard in the cool air. My eyes drifted down her belly. I reached out, my palm flattening against her stomach, rubbing the skin in a slow, possessive circle. She whimpered, her head tilted back and her chest heaved.

I gripped her hips and hoisted her up. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist. I felt her soaking wet pussy press hard against my thigh. The heat of her arousal seeped through my pants. I groaned, my hand sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing the plush cheeks as I pulled her chest flush against mine.

I captured her lips in a bruising kiss. My tongue slid deep into her mouth, tasting her. While we kissed, I worked my pants down, freeing my dick. It sprang out, hard and pulsing, throbbing with the need to fill her insides.

I shifted her slightly, guiding my head at the entrance of her drenched heat. She was dripping. Her juices were lubricating the way. With one steady, powerful thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, bottoming out with a wet, heavy thud.

“Oh my God!” She gasped. Her fingers dug into my shoulders.

I didn’t let up. I started to move, my hips thrusting upward with rhythmic intensity. Because she was wrapped around me, every push drove me deeper into her, hitting her cervix and making her toes curl. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed off the tiled walls. A wet, rhythmic drumming that fueled the fire in my gut.

I pulled back almost all the way, leaving only the head of my dick inside her before slamming back in. She let out a loud, needy moan, her head tossing from side to side. I could feel her internal muscles clamping down on me, milking my dick with every stroke.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I growled, my breath hot against her neck. “Wet as fuck for me.”

I accelerated the pace, my thrusts becoming faster and more desperate. I gripped her ass tight, pulling her even closer, wanting to erase every millimeter of space between us. Her body shook. Her breathing came in short, frantic pants. Her pussy pulsed around me in waves of pleasure.

I felt the tension build in my lower back, the pressure becoming unbearable. I gave her a few more deep, punishing shoves, my teeth grazing her collarbone. “Fuck!” She let out a high-pitched scream. Her entire body stiffened as her orgasm ripped through her. Her walls squeezed my dick in a violent grip.

The feeling of her climaxing sent me over the edge. I let out a roar. My hips locked as I delivered one final, deep thrust. I came hard, pumping thick, hot loads of cum deep into her womb. The intensity of the release left me shaking and breathless.

A Week Later

Savion was out of town for a job, but he had people sitting at the house with me. I didn’t know why he felt the need to tell me that I needed protection while he was gone, as if I couldn’t handle myself, but whatever.

Things between Savion and I were heating up. I’d started sleeping in his bedroom since we were having sex now. His room was huge and dark. Everything was black, including the walls. I wasn’t sure what his obsession with black was, but he needed a bit of color in his life.

Tonight, my family was having a birthday party for Grim at Obsidian. This was gon’ be the first time that I’d been in the room with my entire family at the same time since I told them that I wasn’t leaving Savion. Surprisingly, nobody bothered me about it. I wasn’t saying that they agreed with my decision, but it was nice that they were giving me the space to make my own decisions.

Imani was coming out with me tonight. She was still upset that I’d ditched her at the party when Savion kidnapped me. He tossed her some money to forget about it. She took it, but that still didn’t stop her from complaining about it.

I found this cute-ass red midi dress. My hair was freshly pressed, and I placed some rods in it while I showered. I couldn’t wait to get to the club with my family. A night out with them was much needed and deserved.

Once out of the shower, I lotioned my body down and then got dressed. I did my makeup and removed the rods from my hair. Stepping in front of the mirror, I took in my appearance, and I looked damn good.

“Sexy,” could be heard coming out of the camera. I should’ve known his creepy ass was watching me.

Turning, I blew him a kiss and grabbed my clutch and then left out of the bedroom. Entering the garage, I hopped into my McLaren and pulled off.

When I pulled up to Imani’s house, I called her. “I’m outside,” I said when she answered.

“Okay. I’m on my way out the door.” The call disconnected, and not long after, I saw her exit the house. Her husband stood in the doorway as she strutted in my direction. It was like he needed to make sure she was going out with me like she said she was.

“Hey, girl,” I spoke when she opened the door and climbed into the car.

Imani was frowning. I knew something had been said between them before she came out the door.

“Just get me out of here,” she said as she grabbed the seat belt.

We headed to Obsidian. The parking lot was packed, and the line was even deeper. Luckily for us, we didn’t have to stand in that line to get inside. I stopped at the entrance of the club and climbed out the car. Valet grabbed it for me. Imani and I tread up to the entrance, and the bouncer immediately opened the door for us.

The music was booming. Everyone looked like they were having a good time. I spotted my family on the second floor in the VIP section. Taking Imani by the hand, I led her through the crowd to the staircase.

We got to the top, and the bouncer let us inside. Grim sat on the couch in front of this happy birthday banner on the wall. He had a bottle of D’USSÉ in his hand. Wren and Aria sat on the couch together while Wicked and Grim stood at the railing, taking in the club. Knowing them, they were watching to ensure that nothing popped off.