by Ashley Black
Contents
Title Page
About Break Me
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty One
Twenty Two
Twenty Three
Twenty Four
Twenty Five
Twenty Six
Afterwards
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BREAK ME
Book 3 (FINAL) in the TEASED & BROKEN SERIES
Written by Ashley Black
WARNING
This book series contains sexually explicit content and is suitable for adult readers only.
Please note, this is the FINAL book in this series, if you have NOT read the other two books in the series you
WILL Be irretrievably LOST.
Please do not read this book before reading the other books in the series.
It WILL BREAK MY HEART
Seriously, it will END as you will DESTROY the series for yourself.
Synopsis
“Please stand up and spread your legs, love.”
I stared at him a moment, confusion making ugly with my forehead.
“What?”
We had nearly DIED. My skin felt like it was barely holding onto my body.
My soul was incoherent.
“Yes,” Thorn invited, wide sexy mouth spreading wider still, in a wolfish grin.
“All right,” I said slowly, utterly stupefied at this bizarre request.
His long artistic fingers flashed to my wrist as he pulled me from my hesitation to my feet. They darted to my panties and slid them down in a movement that was too fast to be real.
“An excited rose pink sky above my prick,” he groaned, taking a sniff of my panties.
The man was insane.
He lay on his back between my legs. The enormity of those muscular inked shoulders opened me up more to eat the blast of heat of THAT stare.
I felt his breath shiver up my thighs. It trickled like warm silk over the ache between my legs.
“What are you doing?” I gasped as his breath licked at my quivering lips, parted them and entered in a surge of tingling blissful warmth.
“I just want to lie here and look at her,” he sighed happily. “I will wait until she is wet and I can sip you again, Elena.”
“You can’t break something that is already broken,” Thorn’s huge hand sped between my legs, palmed my panties and squeezed. “So rest your pretty bits love. You won’t break me.”
In the final hot, criminally vulgar, and darkly erotic chapter of the Teased & Broken Series, Elena Wallis has never been in more danger.
Not only have Thorn’s army of loyal fans turned against her;
a demented cult leader and his even more demented son are after her pert, plump, gorgeous ass. They want to see it, and her, come to a violent and ugly end.
Death metal rock star and insanely powerful Warlock, Thornton Darko, insists that only he can protect her against the sinister bad ass that is coming for both of them. Elena’s heart trusts him, but her head screams not to.
Brett, Elena’s rather hot fiancé, believes Thorn has deadly intentions towards Elena, and will do anything to save her from the prick. Brett is determined to destroy the man who threatens to take everything that matters away from him.
White witch and friend, Clarissa, wants to help Elena learn, and step into her power as a shit hot, formidable Enchantress. One that can hold her own and then some, against the likes of Thornton Darko.
Only one thing is certain amid the twisted eroticism and chaos.
The magical lores have spoken.
One of them is going to break.
Thorn or Elena.
Who will it be?
Find out in BREAK ME, a ride of dark sensual HOT mayhem. Buckle up. Hold on tight. Things are going to get fucked up.
One
I only have myself to blame.
I didn’t bother arguing with the thought that pried my eye open to greet Thornton Darko’s startling dark green one.
He was on top of me.
I was pinned. Helpless beneath the sheer dynamic physicality, of this rather insane man who had abducted me from wedding the love of my life, Brett Argosy.
“What are you do -?”
He dipped his head and covered my mouth with his, stealing the rest of my sentence. He nibbled it right from the tip of my tongue. Sucking my protesting lips inside that hot wide hole in his head. The force of which was outstanding, and … oddly erotic. I felt his mouth open wider still and his teeth grazed the bottom of chin.
He was eating my face I realized.
Sweet Jesus.
I moaned, still groggy from the ‘termite gas’ that had knocked me out in the circus that had been my wedding.
I was going to kill this man.
Well, that is what most in the magical community believed anyway.
Me? Not so much.
He was already killing me.
It wouldn’t take much to finish me off.
I smacked my forehead to his. His hands lifted my ass. He began an exacting sensual grind of his prick against my pussy.
He moaned, fingers gripping my ass harder for my violence.
“Elena,” he mumbled thickly against my lips. “Please, stop enchanting my cock. I need the blood in my other head, love. I need to fucking think.”
Horrified that he would think I wanted to do anything with his cock after what he had just done to Brett and I on our big day. I grunted and forced my knee up to his groin.
Lightening quick, his huge hand moved to stop the painful trajectory toward his balls. “Hey, hey, hey,” he said gently. His dark green eyes flashed in amusement. “I might want to knock you up some day Enchantress. Let’s not damage the goods.”
“What. The. Actual. Fuck?” I bit out as I fought back tears of rage. The ugly pulse of it in my heart had turned into a veritable roar. “What is this, Thorn? What are you doing?”
He slid up a little, and held me firm between his muscular thighs. A sigh of intense regret parted his lips. His dark green gaze lifted reluctantly from my heated face to an area in the murk behind me. “You reek of power Elena. I am so sorry, love. I tried.”
Thorn shrugged helplessly at my perplexed stare.
I spied a field bathed in a pleasant midnight blue from the sky seething above.
“Fuck,” a hiss leaked from him as a crack split the night air.
Stunned, I saw something black close around his thick white throat. His hands rose to it, clutching desperately, before he was ripped backwards.
Holy shit.
I was on my feet at once.
Thorn’s face twisted in frustration as he dug his powerful knees into the grass and pulled against the whip around his neck. It pulled taut. The thing throbbed with tension and disappeared into blackness. I couldn’t see who was attached to the end of it.
Whoever dared take on the insanity of Thornton Darko had obviously given up on life.
Thorn’s pecs strained against his black shirt as his huge body attempted to surge forth. I saw the outline of the nipple ring pressed urgently against the material.
I noticed stupid shit when I was about to piss myself terrified.
He grunted.
Loudly.
Laughter tumbled around us and with it, mist.
Several pairs of red glowing eyes pierced it. They closed in from all directions.
I noticed I was wearing Thorn’s coat … again. I didn’t want him anywhere near my skin. I threw it from myself.
The flickering black pupils in all those burning red eyes pinned me at once.
Oh fuck, not such a good idea.
Thorn had been trying to help conceal my scent, I realized, in his odd face eating, prick grinding way.
Damn that man to hell.
I loved and hated him so much it hurt.
“I warn you now. She is mine! If you touch her I will fucking kill you! All of you,” he roared into the mist.
With a final grunt, he launched forward. There was a loud snap.
I watched, stupefied as a figure was flung from the darkness in an arc over Thorn’s head. Fuck me, Thorn’s strength was impressive.
Whoever the hell it was, released the whip and I saw them tumbling in backward somersaults. Landing cleanly on their feet.
Their eyes were red hateful slits as they glared at Thorn in the moonlight.
Shit.
I shivered.
A memory of a bath full of shadows at my grandmother’s and a demon in the corner of the room.
It was him who stood before us. The very same demon I had first seen at seven years old. The son of the nameless cult leader. The dude who had crowed in scornful laughter and delight over Thornton’s demise and his having something to do with it. His strange white painted face glowed in the darkness. A black stripe was smeared across his red maniacal eyes.
“Look at you all puffed up in protection over the stupid bitch who is going to kill you,” he spat bitterly.
The red eyed figures pressed closer.
“Cale,” Thorns mouth twisted in a sneer of vicious contempt. “Get out of here. Seriously. Fuck off. I need to be somewhere. I have appearances. I have an album to fuck. I will fuck up your tragic band of halfwits if you don’t leave us immediately.”
“We want a taste of your Enchantress Thorn. Why should you have all the fun? There was a time you shared magical creatures with us. Remember? Remember your dream?”
“That was your fucked in the head Father’s dream,” Thorn shook his head vehemently. “It was never mine.”
“Brother,” Cale opened his arms. “How far you’ve fallen.”
“You are not my brother.” Thorn said in a low, dark voice.
I heard a ripping sound.
What! I freaked, struggling against a blur of insane activity as my wedding dress was torn from me by unseen hands.
Thorn’s eyes were green flames intense with desire. Scorching my white satin push up bra and panties.
“Make her wet, so we can take a lick,” Cale smirked. “Or we will. As we’ve done before. Before her fucking grandmother stopped us.”
Bath full of shadows.
My first rather bizarre sexual experience.
I was fourteen.
I remembered him, the demon called Cale, loosing the shadows on me.
What they did to me.
My cries.
The chaotic exquisite lingering of their caresses upon my quivering skin.
My knees smashing against the sides of the tub as my legs parted and they entered me.
Cale had just stood there and watched with a demented smile on those black lips.
Fucking sick fuck!
Thorn surged toward me, his body smashed into mine as he took me to the ground.
He convulsed and shuddered against me, as if my skin were giving him some kind of electric shock.
“What!” He gaped, rising from me. He straddled me between his thighs and stared in horror at his prick. “No!”
This was worse than the hard on I had given him when I had joked around about ‘enchanting his cock.’
“Fuck,” he hissed again. “Oh … fuck, Elena.” His beautiful bright demonic emerald eyes darted wildly over my breasts, sped between my legs, and penetrated me in in a hot rush of mayhem.
He fucked me with a stare.
I had already felt the warm dampness of my arousal in my panties on sight of that insane erection. Could he see the wet patch forming against the white satin?
He was licking his lips, breathing hard, pupils flaring bright as he appeared to stare straight at it.
Yes. Oh yes, he could, and his noticing it was only making that patch bigger. This was not helping.
I moved fitfully between his legs.
“Like I said,” the Cult Leader’s son smirked as he crouched beside us. “Look at you all puffed up. You need to do something with that thing Thorn or your situation will be permanent.”
He poked his finger into Thorn’s forehead. “Notice how your thoughts are scattered fucktard? How you can’t think to save yourself? Your brain is fucked. All the blood is right,” he moved Thorn’s hand to his urgent bulge. “Here and will remain until you –
Thorn snarled, and pushed Cale away from us.
In the distance somewhere I thought I heard a kerthunk and a manly yelp.
Holy hell.
Thorn’s arm scooped around my shoulders and yanked me to his mouth. “Run,” he hissed against my lips. “I can handle myself.”
“Won’t you be rendered a zombie with a permanent hard on?” I mused doubtfully. “Not that I think that would be an awful fate for you Thorn. It is what you deserve for all you’ve done. Have fun fucking your album hard.”
I started to laugh at him. I couldn’t help myself.
The man’s blazing green eyes slit angrily. “Get away from me Elena.”
I laughed harder as he struggled to his feet, wincing. His hand flashing over his zipper he yanked it down, and wrestled with the monstrous seething snake between his legs. He released a cry of pain as he loosed it from his briefs.
I wanted to cover my eyes.
I wanted to look away.
I could not.
Because I was mesmerized.
Hypnotized.
By the damned thing.
“Leave me. Now!” Thorn growled. “I will not fuck you like an animal in front of these fools!”
My jaw dropped.
It was so fucking beautiful.
Seriously. A work of art. An Eiffel tower of cock.
I wanted to run my fingers along the thick rope of veins shimmering along the length and width of its impressiveness.
The thing glistened.
It was the most beautiful, hopelessly erect dick my eyes had ever been assaulted by.
“Look at that thing,” I practically panted. I reached for it as he writhed away from me. “Who said anything about fucking any one like an animal? There are other ways you can be relieved.” I poked my tongue out and wiggled it suggestively. I was so perfectly evil to do this. So fucked in the head and stuffed full of denial about the danger we were in.
“No,” he shook his head. “No! I see that filthy look in your eye Enchantress. I can almost hear your dirty thoughts and I don’t like where their going.”
“How about you feel it then?” I invited, gripping his slick cock. I wrapped my lips around its thick hot, pulsing tip.
Euphoric taste of salt, sugar and power.
He yelled angrily and shoved me from him. “No. I don’t want that. I don’t want any of this.”
Holy hell the man was incensed. His face shone with humiliation. “Stop,” he gasped. “Stop this now Elena. You’ve had your fun.” He thrust his boner in the air. “Take this away witch. I am sorry I broke your fucking wedding, but please don’t break my prick.”
I stared. I had no idea what the hell he was talking about.
“The answer is simple Thornton. Fuck the witch. Give us another show. That is how we found you flouting our sacred lores in the first place. When you couldn’t keep it in your pants and fucked t
he Enchantress in the garden of that Hollywood movie star. See the decisions you make when the blood is in the wrong head? Imagine that … forever?” Cale’s voice taunted, from the darkness.
A despairing moan fell over Thorn’s lips.
This was getting ridiculous.
“How about a shadow dance?” Cale strode into the moonlight, a smug smile lengthening his awful black lips.
Thorn roared. “I will kill all of you. I mean this. Don’t do this, I -
His head fell back and he seemed quite unable to finish his next sentence. “Ahhhh,” he groaned, rapture igniting his beautiful face.
Shadows sped up his powerful legs and stroked over his impossible hard on.
His thick thighs parted as he gripped his bobbing cock in his hand. His eyes fell shut.
“So stubborn Thorn. You have a minute to pump the witch or you will be a zombie with a hard on forever.”
His eyes popped open. A strange smile curved Thornton Darko’s dangerous, sinful mouth. “A minute to kill then,” he whispered.
I screamed as I was showered in blood.
So much blood.
An impossible, ridiculous, amount of fucking blood.
Hot and visceral.
“Fuck this.” Cale’s voice
The rumble of a motorcycle making a getaway.
“What?” I wiped at the blood trickling from my plastered wet hair into my eyes. “Did you do Thorn?”
The mist that had rolled into the field parted, blasted by headlights.
I saw a black van and heard a familiar voice. Jacob. The musician Thorn was mentoring. “Your fucking highness. Sorry, I would have been here sooner, but I was in the middle of getting laid.”
Poor Jacob sounded truly put out.
Thorn issued an animal grunt as he crouched over something.
I heard a car door open and slam shut.
“Come no closer Jacob!” Thorn cried in obvious distress. “Please.”
The plea was truly heart and reality shattering.
My eyes narrowed in on the man’s huge shaking shoulders. What was he up to now?
