Beautifully Broken (The Denver Series Book 2)

by Eve L Mitchell

  “Yeah, course,” I stammered as I rolled my eyes at myself. I tugged at my panties, but as they were wet, they decided to glue themselves to my ass. One hand was no use. Fuck. “Raphe…”

  He turned and looked at me, the corner of his mouth hooking upward as he stared at me. Casually, the panties were pulled down, and I heard them slap wetly on the tub. Body wash was squirted into his hand, and then his hand was between my legs. His eyes met mine as his palm met my slickness, and I couldn’t look away as he trailed his fingers through my centre, his eyebrow raised as he watched me. His other hand took the puff from me and gently began to wash my ass.

  I was in heaven.

  Maybe hell.

  His thumb grazed my nub, and I couldn’t stop the groan. He did it again, and my hand was clutching his arm. “You’re so good at that,” I breathed weakly. He rinsed the soap off me, but his hand was back cupping me again as his fingers danced lightly over my core.

  “You want me to finish you?” His voice was husky, and I nodded eagerly, not able to meet his eyes. “Look at me,” he said as his fingers worked their magic over me.

  I looked into his hooded eyes, and the hunger in his stare made me lose my breath. “Raphe,” I moaned as his fingers worked quicker.

  His mouth covered mine, not sweet and gentle like the last time. This time when his mouth captured mine, his kiss was hard, his tongue pushed past my lips, and he consumed me. His hand left me, and I was aware I was being lifted out of the tub, and I felt a shudder as the cold air enveloped me. I didn’t care, all I could focus on was Raphe devouring me. His kiss was him. Brutal, hard and entirely soul consuming. His fist was in my hair, holding me to him as his hand returned to stroke through me, his mouth hungry and demanding, like the man himself. I couldn’t move, I was completely enthralled and at his mercy. More importantly, I didn’t want to move, the idea of stopping his kiss or his hand was ludicrous. I needed both, I needed everything.

  His fist in my hair pulled my head back, and his tongue, lips and teeth were on the column of my throat. His teeth nipped my neck lightly, right over my pulse, just as his fingers slipped inside me.

  Holy shitballs. I was going to explode.

  He didn’t stop kissing my body as I clenched around him, and my cry of release echoed in the bathroom. He continued to touch me gently as I came down, sagging against him, my knees weak. He lifted me, and then I was dropped on the bed. I felt the sting of pain in my arm, but I ignored it, because Raphe was covering me, pinning me to the bed. His mouth was on mine again, his tongue stroking mine as his hand once again delved between my thighs.

  He pulled back and then dipped his head between my breasts, his nose skimming lightly over my chest before he kissed his way down my body. I was sure I was going to stop breathing as his hands slid down my sides and his lips were covering my skin. His tongue dipped into my navel, and I cried out. He never stopped, his mouth gliding over my stomach, hot and amazing as he moved lower.

  His tongue rolled over me, and I knew I was going to come undone as his tongue parted me. My legs spread further as he licked and nuzzled, and looking down at him, I came hard as I met those cold blue eyes pinning me in place as he feasted on me. My arm flung upward as I clutched the pillow below me. Raphe’s hand snapped up, and he held my injured arm in place as he continued to stroke his tongue over me.

  “Fuck, stop, I can’t,” I pleaded as he continued to consume me. “Raphe, I can’t take any more,” I groaned. “Stop.” He didn’t, and all too soon, I was screaming his name again, and my thighs were squeezing his head between my thighs, his stubble scratching deliciously against my tender skin.

  Panting and gasping, I watched him as he rose on his knees over me. Quickly he shed his slacks and boxer briefs, and then he was back on his knees between my open thighs. An arm slipped under my hips, lifting me and pulling me into him.

  My eyes hadn’t lifted from his erection, and I was salivating. I wanted to taste him, I wanted to touch him. My blood racing in my veins, my heart thumping, I looked up at him as I lay utterly helpless underneath him. He moved forward, his hardness pressed against me, and my thighs tightened around him as he pulled me further into him, his hard length sliding inside, stretching me, filling me, making me moan at the deliciously uncomfortable feeling of being so full.

  Raphe growled low in his throat as he withdrew a little before thrusting deeper. My cry of pleasure sounded loud in the room as I arched my back, my head tilting backwards, my eyes squeezing shut at the complete and utter feeling of Raphe inside me. As he held me in place, both hands on my hips, he drove into me, relentlessly, his pace steady as he moved deep and hard, each thrust making my body tighten more and more. Pleasure like I had never experienced rolled over me in waves as Raphe continued to move inside me, his pace powerful and unhurried. Wave after wave of desire consumed me before I was crying out his name, my legs wrapping tightly around him, my hand fisting the sheet as my other was caught and held to the mattress by Raphe. As I crested the wave, my whole body arched off the bed.

  Raphe released my arm and roughly grabbed at my hips as he increased his pace, driving even deeper than before. With a final thrust, he was buried in me as deep as he could be, a low groan escaping his throat, his hips still rocking inside me as my final orgasm caused me to clench around him, squeezing everything from him.

  My panting and gasping sounded loud to my ears, and as I sank onto the mattress, Raphe followed me down, breathing hard. He stayed inside me, his head in the crook of my neck as he got his own breath back. Slowly, he pulled out as I lay there still rippling with pleasure.

  “Devon?”

  I opened my eyes and looked up at him and saw him anxiously checking my dressing. “I’m fine,” I assured him as I fought to regain my breath. I was more than fine. I was euphoric. My hand tangled in his, and as he moved carefully off me, our hands stayed intertwined.

  “You okay?” he asked me softly as he lay beside me, and I greedily admired his naked body.

  “That was”—I wet my lips—“incredible.” There was no other word for it.

  I saw him smirk, and he ran his free hand over his hair. “Glad you liked it,” Raphe said, his voice heavy with humour.

  Uncertainty crashed into me. “Was I…bad?” I asked as I withdrew my hand, Lance’s words from all those years ago haunting my thoughts.

  Raphe turned to look at me, his eyebrow raised. “Bad?” He shook his head as his eyes ran over my sprawled naked body. “Fuck no.”

  He turned on his side, his fingers trailing along my side, up and over my breasts. Dipping his head, he captured a sensitive peak in his mouth, and I moaned as his tongue lightly flicked over my nipple.

  With a yelp as he flipped me over him, I felt him hardening under me. “Raphe,” I murmured. “I don’t think I can,” I admitted even as I rocked my hips over him.

  “Liar,” he whispered as he lifted me, and then I was sliding down him as he entered me again. My head tilted back, and my eyes almost rolled right out of my head as he began to thrust inside me. “See, you’re fine.”

  I ignored him, too centred on the feel of him as he drove his hips upwards, his hands firm on my hips, moving me steadily over him.

  “I’m not fine, you’re going to kill me.” I moaned as I felt the pleasure building again, rising inside me as my hips came down to meet his eagerly on his every thrust.

  “Hmm, that was the initial plan.”

  My eyes flew open as I looked down at him in shock, taking in his smirk. Swiftly he was sitting up, adjusting me on his lap as he continued to move. His hand snaked up to my throat, and then he was kissing me. My legs straddled his hips as his other hand encouraged me to move over him. The pace never lessening, his tongue keeping rhythm, his hand tight around my throat. I was never going to last. My hands clutched his shoulders as I rode him, and dear Jesus, I think I came harder than ever when he squeezed my neck, repressing my air flow.

  Soon he gave a grunt as he slammed my hips onto him, and I
felt him releasing, his mouth sucking hard on my shoulder as he emptied himself inside me.

  Raphe fell back on the bed, taking me with him, slipping free of my body, and I instantly mourned the loss.

  After a long moment of both of us catching our breaths, I realised I was a sweaty mess. “I need another shower,” I murmured. I felt his rumble of laughter as I lay exhausted on top of him.

  “I should have used something,” he said soberly, his laughter drying up. “Wasn’t thinking straight.”

  The reality of what we had done crashed over me as I lay frozen on top of him. My emotions were chasing each other through my lust fogged brain as shock and anxiety cleared the lingering euphoria. We hadn’t used protection. I hadn’t had sex in so long I hadn’t even considered it, but Raphe? He had been with a woman just the other week. What if he was never thinking straight when it came to sex?

  I was too scared to move, to let him see my doubt.

  “I’m clean,” he said quietly as he lifted me off him, obviously sensing my thoughts.

  I nodded, not willing to look at him, suddenly feeling embarrassed and overwhelmingly shy as I sat before him naked.

  “I’ll help you shower.”

  This time, the shower was less tantalising, his movements sure and steady as he got in with me, always ensuring my arm was dry. He washed himself as I washed between my legs, noting with a wince how tender I was.

  As Raphe dried me and helped me into the pyjama set, I tried hard not to make eye contact. I didn’t know why I was suddenly so unsure. He had given me the best sex I’d ever had. I had never felt that with anyone. Maybe it was the fact I wasn’t sure if that was his normal that made me feel so suddenly self-conscious.

  I only knew that when he led me out of the bedroom, I looked at him in question. “What’s happening?” I asked tentatively.

  “Time to sleep.” Raphe led me into the other bedroom. It was a larger room, the bed bigger, the bedding pristine white. There were no drapes, and I could see the silhouette of the trees and mountains through the huge picture window as the sliver of moon hung low in the sky, half covered with clouds.

  When I turned back to Raphe, he had pulled on his own pyjama shorts, and then he helped me into the bed. I was still too stunned to speak when he turned the light off, and then hooking me into his side, Raphe promptly went to sleep.

  Slowly, so slowly, my hand rose up and rested on his chest, caressing his smooth skin. Feeling the steady beat under my fingers, I fell asleep to the soothing rhythm of his heart.

  I woke up to brilliant sunshine and the muted sound of movement below me. As I stretched, my body winced in places, some in pain, some in remembered pleasure. I looked at my arm and noticed my dressing was good, the throbbing in my arm a reminder of the gunshot. Swinging my legs over the bed, my core ached from the reminder of the man who had owned my body last night.

  Padding to the bathroom, I noticed his was better than mine. He had a separate shower, a claw-foot freestanding bath positioned at the large window, facing the trees and mountains behind us. I could have lived in that bath. As I took care of my basic needs, I was still eyeing the bath with longing as I washed my hands.

  Glancing at myself in the mirror, all thoughts of the bath evaporated. My hair was a mess. A proper tangled, wild mess. My lips were still swollen from Raphe’s kisses the night before, my eyes still had a sparkle despite just being woken, but what held my attention was the faint handprint around my neck. I didn’t think he had gripped me that tightly. I certainly hadn’t felt it as he moved inside me last night. Touching my skin tentatively, I realised it didn’t hurt, it was just faintly bruised. Small slight bruises to my neck and shoulder from his teeth stared back at me, and as I lowered my pj shorts, I saw the markings from his fingers on my hips.

  Taking in a deep breath, I prodded my skin. I didn’t hurt. He hadn’t hurt me intentionally. In fact, I was eager for rounds three, four and five. I had always bruised easily, but seeing the evidence of our night made my face flush with embarrassment and desire.

  I headed downstairs, the mouth-watering aroma of bacon leading me to Raphe who was making breakfast in the kitchen. He was in grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt. To say I eye fucked him would be an understatement. He only ever wore his uniform of black suit and black button down. Raphe in grey sweatpants? My ovaries were begging me to jump his bones.

  His mouth hooked upwards, and I watched him run his eyes over my grey short set. Placing his coffee cup on the counter, he turned the pan off before making his way towards me, kissing me like a starving man, his hands cupping my ass, pulling me into him.

  “You sore?” he murmured as he pulled my camisole down, baring my breast as his lips covered my sensitive peak.

  “No,” I lied.

  His head rose, and I know he heard the lie. The man was a freaking walking lie detector when it came to me. Reluctantly, he took a step back, and then I saw his attention caught by the marks on my skin. His finger traced the marks on my neck as his hand pushed my camisole up, his other hand then fitting into the shape of the marks on my hip.

  I went to speak, to tell him that it was fine, when my words caught in my throat as Raphe’s eyes flicked to mine, and I couldn’t speak because the stark hunger in his eyes made my mouth dry.

  With a groan, he pulled me into him, and his mouth covered mine. Roughly the shorts were pushed down, and I was stepping out of them as he walked me backwards. I bumped into something, and my hands grabbed the couch behind me. The camisole was dragged over my head, my hiss of pain as my arm protested a momentary distraction for him as his hands cupped my breasts. The pain was forgotten when he dropped to his knees, and his lips covered my core.

  “Raphe,” I whimpered in need as he ruthlessly took his fill. My hands tightened in his hair as he flicked and licked at my nub, and as I shuddered my release, he rose smoothly. Reaching behind him, he pulled his shirt over his head, and I whimpered at how amazingly sexy he was. Pushing his sweatpants and boxers down, he turned me, bending me over the back of the couch before he entered me in one long hard stroke.

  My overly sensitive and tender body ignored the flare of uncomfortableness as I once again struggled to stretch for him. When he thrust again, I moaned loudly. In this position, with the angle of his hips, I was overwhelmingly full. His hand tangled in my hair as the other gripped my hip tightly.

  I couldn’t breathe, my gasps and groans of pleasure robbing my lungs as he pressed me into the couch. My ribcage struggled to expand against the back of the couch as he pinned me down and fucked me hard.

  Ecstasy raced through me, and suddenly I could see stars as my orgasm imploded from within me. I knew I screamed his name as I shuddered around him. His firm commanding hand dragged me upright before it encircled my throat, his breath hot on my cheek as he continued to plunge into me, over and over, never slowing his pace.

  “Come for me,” his harsh growl made me clench around him in response.

  “I did,” I groaned as he increased his rhythm, my core getting tighter and tighter with every hard stroke.

  “Again,” he commanded as he tilted my head back to rest on his shoulder.

  “I can’t,” I moaned. If I came again, I was going to pass out. I was already light-headed, and my body felt like it was strung too tight.

  “I said come.” His hand tightened on my throat as his fingers dipped between my legs and smoothly rubbed at my nub.

  That was all I needed. I had no idea where I was, who I was, all I knew was extreme rapture as it coursed through me, and I was screaming his name as I convulsed around him. I felt a dull ache as he bit my shoulder, and I was being pressed down again as he pounded into me. I heard his roar of release before I felt his weight as he collapsed on my back.

  I have no idea how long we stayed like that. I know I couldn’t catch a full breath, but my body was too exhausted to move. I also suspected if Raphe was to move off of me, I would simply fall to the floor. My legs were rubber.

  He
moved and I reached desperately behind me to grasp at his hip. “No,” I protested weakly.

  A light kiss on my shoulder was his response as he pulled out. Gently he steadied me as I straightened. Warm soft lips teased mine as I struggled to open my eyes. I felt Raphe smile against my mouth, and I was sad that I missed seeing it. He smiled so rarely.

  “Are you okay?” he asked me quietly.

  My head dropped onto his chest, and I shook my head. “What…” I trailed off. “How?”

  His chest rumbled with laughter, and I felt his strong arms encircle me, holding me up. “You want to go back to bed?”

  My mouth opened and the words came out. “With you? Yes. Always.” I was still too out of it to care that I sounded like a needy nymphomaniac.

  “I think you’re done,” Raphe said with amusement.

  One eye opened as I looked up at him. “Aren’t you?” I asked, amazed that he could even go again after that.

  “I have better stamina,” Raphe said with a sly wink.

  He had better stamina? Hell no. I pushed away from him and slightly staggered but caught myself before he could. “Feed me bacon, coffee too,” I said with determination as I made my way into the kitchen, stooping to pick up my discarded pyjamas.

  “Now?”

  “Yes, now.” I turned and looked at him in all his naked glory. “Feed me, and then I’ll show you stamina.”

  Raphe’s eyes lit with wicked intent as he pulled his sweatpants on and walked confidently past me. “Yeah?”

  I swallowed hard as I watched him reheat the pan. He was going to ruin me, I knew it. My poor bruised lady parts knew it would never be the same, but I was ready to show him I could match him. “Yes,” I answered instead, proud of my confidence.

  Within minutes, Raphe placed a plate of food in front of me. “In that case, eat up,” he told me with a hungry gleam in his eye.

  As I took my first bite, my gaze holding his, I had a sneaky suspicion that I was never going to be able to walk straight again.